#fitness trainer yandere

[running-with-kn1ves]

Fitness Trainer

A/N: I blended some french terms of endearment with English don't come for me. But is Antoine really French, or is he feigning this way to get closer to you? (Had a fem idea for this too)

Synopsis: Another day at the gym, your personalized trainer is helping you out a lot more intimately than he would with most clients.

TW: Creep gym trainer, yandere themes, mentions of future stalking/imagined groping, sensual content

And up... and down, just like that."

The squeeze on your hips kept you stable, even with your fingers shaking, mouth agape as hot breath was sucked in, and out. 

"One more, you can do one more for me."

"I can't..." you huffed, thighs quaking as the barbell on your shoulders made you ache. 

"Yes you can. C'mon sweetheart, we'll do it together."

He gripped the barbell beside where your sweating hands were, chest flush against your back as his feet entrapped the outside of your own. 

“Do it with me now,” He pulled the weight lower, forcing you to squat despite the agony in your ankles and tailbone. “Push through it, baby.”

The sweet name just slipped out, breathy against your ear as his hot exhales slowed compared to your huffs. It almost made you slip.

You could feel the muscles in your wrists shaking, vision going blurry as sweat drips into your eyes. One of his hands leaves the barbell to grip your hip, forcing you back into a standing position as your knees nearly give out. 

You rise slowly back up with the barbell in your hands, nearly groaning in pain at the strain. You finally lift your arms to your chest, finishing the rep with a strained frown as your personal trainer forces the weight off of your arms. His taller stature makes it easy to put the barbell back on the rack in front of you. 

You feel as if you could collapse, an hour and a half of intense training brought upon by your own determination leaving you exhausted and a little discouraged. You thought you could do more, push yourself harder-- but at the end of the day, the amount of reps your body would let you do, was it. You’d crack if you tried to go even further, end up tearing something or worse. 

Your trainer could tell; the way you sweat, your eyebrows furrowed as you kept that hard, strained look with each motion he made you do. 

“I hate to say it, but you’re done for today.” 

You look up at him from your place on the ground, water bottle hanging from your grip as you try to catch your breath. 

Antoine had only worked with you for a couple weeks now, what started as once a week now thrice, if you had the time after work of course. But somehow, he always enticed you to come back. 

His body, which should’ve been motivation, was more or less disheartening-- rippling muscles and bulging quads peeking beneath his tight ‘TRAINER’ black tee and athletic shorts as the perfect ensemble. 

He was so sweet, so encouraging and upsettingly positive. Always filling up your water bottle, saying how he’s always admiring the growth of muscle definition in your back, giving you light touches to show which area of your body that a machine might work out. He even offered post-exercise massages to make sure you didn’t get sore after each session, free of cost as a perk of joining the gym’s ‘premium membership’, an idea he sold you on. That, along with the complementary protein shakes made that were hi “specialty.”

You knew it was his job to hook you in, but who could say no to that sweet meathead’s face? Which is why you were here, on a late saturday afternoon, in this nearly empty gym with him that he convinced you to love. 

You couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, even if he was the one persuading you, offering to use his time off to come in and help train you.

“Feelin’ sore?” Antoine bends down next to you, offering a small towel from his pocket. The twinge of accent in his speech makes him sound funny, dry lips parted as he looks you over. “You went harder than usual today.” 

“Yeah,” You let out after a gulp of water. “Definitely gonna feel this later tonight; ha, maybe I’ll actually take you up on one of those massages.” 

You point with your water bottle, grinning tiredly as Antoine’s eyes seem to shine. He licks his lips to hide a giddy grin. 

“Of course-- definitely, I’d be more than happy to. These hands can work magic you wouldn’t believe.”

Antoine shuffles behind you, pulling at your shoulders to make you sit up straight. 

“Wha- you mean right now? I’m all, sticky.” 

“Now’s the best time, your muscles are just coming down from the effort they’ve exerted. Best to prevent any aches and pains as soon as possible rather than waiting.” 

He begins gentle rubs against the base of your neck; vast, warm fingers grace your collar with a softness you hadn’t expected. Usually when people try to massage your shoulders they’re too harsh, too grippy; but Antoine was rhythmic, pushing into your back with his palms as he made his way down to your shoulder blades. 

“But considering you’ve pushed so hard, I don’t want to see you back here for a couple of days.” Antoine insisted.

“Awe, you want me outa here that badly?” You joked, laying your head forward as Antoine’s fingers made their way to the back of your neck, running pressed thumbs down from your hairline. “I see how it is, prefer your other clients over me.” 

It felt sort of weird, having him massage you so deeply on the gym floor out in the open. But the only person here in the middle of the afternoon was an older woman, paying more attention to her cellphone on the treadmill than anything you two were doing. 

Antoine shook your shoulders. 

“Don’t say that, now!” He leaned his head over next to yours from behind, getting so close your nose almost brushed against his cheek. “It’s not funny; I hope you don’t see me that way.”

“It’s just a joke,” You titter, running your handtowel down the front of your shirt.

“I never understand your jokes.” He sighs, hands moving down to your tailbone. He lifts the bottom of your shirt sticking to your skin, digging his hands against the soft flesh. 

“Woah, hey,” You turn to look at him, but his head is down, looking at his fingers. 

“I have to get to your hips, you can’t do so many squats without release. And at the rate you were going to day… well, you see what I mean.”

The bottom of your tanktop covers his knuckles as he pulls and kneads the skin of your lower back. 

“O-okay.. I guess..” 

He’s not usually so insistent, but he seems so genuine about it-- and, he’s the trainer, shouldn’t they know best? 

He begins with little strokes to your skin, almost caressing. You grow anxious until his thumbs push deep lines into your flesh. 

“Does that feel a little better, Mon cœur? Less pain?” He asks up close, staring at your heated and perspiring cheeks. 

You’re awed by how good it actually feels, the tension melting away with each push of his knuckles into your skin, and grip of his hands around your waist as each of his thumbs digs into your sides. 

“Yeah… feels a lot better..” 

“You can rest your head on my shoulder, don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart.”

You do as he says, arching your back with your head against his shoulder. He had easier access into your back, working his hands up beneath your shirt to reach your mid abdomen.

The deeper Antoine kneaded, the farther he grew up your back, the more… audible, his groans became. Each dip was another breathy moan into your ear. It was fine at first, just the sounds of his work; and then, it became almost, uncomfortably sensual. 

“Just like that...” He mumbled, giving a deep hum.

With your neck so close, his nose dips against your jaw to sneak a sharp inhale of your scent. It was heightened from your hour of strenuous work, a smell he couldn’t get enough of. 

But you jumped forward before he could nuzzle as deep against you as he wished. 

“Uh! Thanks, I feel a lot better now. Really… got all the kinks out.” 

You clutch your towel, facing your trainer to prevent him from working his “magic fingers” again. 

“Of course. And that’s just a taste, a fully body massage would leave the workout you just completed to drain away, as if it was just a dream.” He wiggles his hands with a sheepish grin, one so simple and sincere your guard fell again.

Sure, guys at the gym could be creeps, but he was your trainer, eyes kind and a little foreignly clueless, who only wanted to see you thrive; he’d never try something with you, his client. 

“Yeah, maybe next time. But now, I need to shower and get this stink off of me.” You bring yourself to your feet, all wobbly and achy-galore. Even with Antoine’s work on your shoulders, you can feel your back beginning to seize up. It’s gonna be hard to bend down for a while. 

Offering a hand to Antoine still on the rubbery gym floor, he takes it with a slight ease. He doesn’t use the weight in his hand to get up, knowing he’d just drag you back down to the floor if he did. 

“Thanks again-- I mean, I know it’s your job but--” 

“Don’t thank me; it’s always a treat to have you here, my cherie. I’d train you for free, you know!” 

You laugh, flattered at the idea. If you were a bit more forward, you’d ask him for that little perk. Hey, paying for his service certainly wasn’t cheap!

Making your way to the bathroom, you thank your lucky stars the hard part’s over. Too bad you can’t look at Antoine’s pretty face anymore, though. 

Antoine on the other hand, follows your stumbling body with his eyes, watching as you disappear behind the water fountain and bathroom door. 

His eyes jut back and forth between the machines and front door for witnesses, seeing none before snatching up your forgotten towel. How’d you never notice they didn’t just give these things out? 

He’d brought the cute handkerchief from home, wanting to appear the most of a gentleman. And, in the hopes that you’d use it every and anywhere. 

Oh, he thrived off that scent, pushing the white damp cloth heavy against his nose. It smelled even more potent of you, moreso than the few inches away of sniffs he usually got. 

His tongue just barely brushed against it, writhing in ecstasy from how it still held the stickiness of your sweat. You didn’t know how intoxicating it was to him, watching each bead of sweat leave your neck, the dip of your back when he got the chance to help hold that barbell with you… it was almost maddening, how strictly he had to restrain himself from lapping at your hot skin and running his hands beneath your gymwear. 

 No, he had to save this for later. What would his manager think if he saw him acting so ferally? 

Besides, there were more important matters to attend to. Such as, taking out the bathroom trash, a simple excuse to slide his manager for the opportunity to watch you shower. 

Who knew working here would have such great advantages in getting close to you. 

[whoreiaki-kakyoin]

Honestly, where are my f/os with a scent kink trailing after me like puppies after I spent my day moving into my third floor walk-up apartment in 85 degree heat? Don’t be shy!

[jymwahuwu]

Thoughts on Gym trainer Jing Yuan ◉o◉ Thinking like on the first day there's a lot of struggle on the equipment and basic stretching and Jing Yuan pops up to help, but they don't know that he's using this as an opportunity to grope and grind his cock on them as he stretches them that looks like a mating position from an outsider's view hehe

>_< I'm sorry that I updated after the promised time, and I couldn't help but sleep for two nights😹 But I really like the idea and thought about it a lot <3 Jing Yuan loves this fitness opportunity…

CW: yandere, non-consensual contact, inappropriate use of fitness equipment, mention of future non-con

Jing Yuan accidentally - okay, maybe intentionally - hacked your phone and discovered your gym membership credentials (the hacker followed his orders in Xianzhou). You book a day to experience fitness. That's your first day. first. The browser contains your search history for "fitness teaching". Jing Yuan is considerate and has not dug out your more private information. He knows everyone needs privacy! He really just wants to know where you will show up so he can go on a date with you…

That day, you arrived at the Universe Fitness Center belonging to Interastral Peace Corporation as scheduled. Some members are already working out, with an octopus-shaped customer running on a treadmill, while others are stretching. You looked around, biting your lip, starting to feel nervous. There is so much equipment here. How do you use these…? During your hesitation, you caught a glimpse of a familiar figure and your eyes widened. Why is General Jing Yuan here? He also noticed you and waved at you.

Jing Yuan explained that this is his hobby. He has purchased a 100-year membership. You stared at his broad and strong shoulders and swallowed. It turns out that he exercises outside of sleep time… The reputation of a general from a space civilization is well-deserved…

How about you? General asked with a smile.

You stutter and explain that this is your first time trying fitness, and you don't have a trainer. The reason may be that you have wanted to exercise for a long time, or maybe you won a free membership in a lottery… or a friend gave you a free fitness experience and enthusiastically helped you book it… The members here seem to be well-trained. You're afraid of making a fool of yourself. The considerate Jing Yuan of course offers to help you train and become familiar with the fitness equipment. You nodded gratefully.

Um, after warming up, the first step is to learn to use the leg press machine!! You can hear your breathing and heartbeat, slowly sit on the tilted cushioned seat, awkwardly stretch out your legs and step on the platform superior. A warm palm cupped your ass, and you almost screamed, but kept your voice low in panic.

"W-wait?! Jing Yuan, what are you doing?" "Oh? I'm helping you adjust your posture. Don't be nervous." He put on a perfect and polite smile, as if you were just making a fuss and it was normal . You tried to push his palm away from your ass. Jing Yuan still touched your butt before moving to your thighs, lifting your legs and moving you up. You tightened the muscles in your hips and stretched your legs unskillfully at his guidance.

Jing Yuan is standing in front of you, watching you nervously bend your knees and stretch your legs. Every time you get close, it's like you're under his body. His smile widened. Some fitness guests watching from the side felt that he was holding you down in a mating position...

How can you not learn to use hip abduction machine? He helped you sit on the mat. You kept your waist upright, panting from the first round of fitness exercises.

"H-how does this work?" Your eyes sparkled with trust and confusion. "This is - um, to train your butt muscles." Hearing these unabashed words, embarrassment washed over your face. You were about to suggest training with other equipment when you heard him say that you should try your best to open your legs and stretch your body.

You couldn't find a chance to refuse, so you could only grab the chair with both hands and struggle to stretch your legs out, your butt tightening in the process. Jing Yuan occasionally reaches out his hand and spreads your legs wider.

Oops, by the time the teaching process reaches the lying leg curl machine, you are already exhausted. In other words, you can be at the mercy of Jing Yuan. Jing Yuan tells you to lie face down on the machine. You groaned softly, your legs already trembling from lack of exercise. You grabbed the machine, bent your knees and raised your legs. There is a vague feeling that something hard is pressing against your buttocks… The hands are groping your buttocks, slapping and rubbing them. He told you it was for training…

Of course, no thrusting…yet.

Before leaving, you "promised" to Jing Yuan that you would attend "private fitness classes"…even though you said with tears in your eyes that you didn't want to exercise after that. The general has already planned for you to bring a small vibrator as part of your workout next time. He can’t wait for the day he penetrates you<3

[itsmebytch001]

How about a yandere Morales family x reader who is friends with miles because they used ti go to school together that is very clearly neglected. Sometimes sleeping on the streets, never home, always eats a lot at their house yet still remains relatively malnourished and Jeffe finally decides after seeing some bruises on the reader to take matters into his own hands and use his position as police captain to “foster”(kidnap) the reader who is very not onboard.

Or if ur not comfortable with that then they genuinely start fostering the reader and they are not having a good time adjusting to present parents that make them eat 3 meals and be home at 9 stuff like that

You and Miles met at around 9 when your family moved to Brooklyn, he got on with you and once he started bringing you home it was instantly obvious to both Rio and Jeff that something was wrong, you were always messy and disheveled, wearing unwashed torn clothing with shoes with the soles beginning to come off You were 9 but could pass for 7 and barley knew how to use cutlery, and once they eventually met your Mom and Dad it became apparent that though they were not malicious of outwardly abusive, they were massively neglectful.

It became routine that you would come over every Friday, shower, and eat dinner, and take food home with you, Rio would hand you 3 tubber wear boxes full of all sorts of her cooking, and sometimes they would even give Miles old clothes. Jeff would always drive you back home since no 9 year old can be expected to trek it form one brough to another, and once he pulled up outside your building he would escort you back to your front door, and with the few gimpses he saw of your home, bugs crawling, a water collapsed ceiling tile, the brow carpet, not brown because it was brown, but the collected filth he knew that this place, and these people were not fit for a child to be raised.

Jeff entered his home, Miles had been put to sleep while Rio sat on the couch with a glass of wine.

Rio: "So how was it?"

Jeff sat down in a huff next to his wife.

Jeff: "That place looks like a trap house Rio, it had black mold" he rubbed his hands over his face.

Rio: "Is it possible you could just...take her?"

Jeff: "No, not yet not with out probable cause"

Rio: "Is a house with black mold and uncaring parents not enough?!"

Jeff: "No, not for awhile"

Rio: "Dios mío, well...the least we can do is keep her clean and fed huh?"

Jeff: "I guess"

Rio: "What about social services?"

Jeff: "That'll just mean to lose her to the system, we won't be able to keep an eye on her"

Rio: "Oh...I'll give Miles some extra lunches to pass on to her come Monday" She said gulping down a swig of red.

Jeff: "Good idea"

And it was because of their efforts to keep you fed that you finally grew, now you actually looked your age, and needless to say The Morales had brought you into their family not as a guest, but as a member. And for your 11th birthday since by this point you had turned up to school with solles shoes Rio brought you new trainers, while Jeff brought you a selection of new tops.

Of course you being uncustomed to such kindness you responded oddly.

Rio: "Happy birthday baby" She handed you a box, and once you opened it it revealed new shoes!

Y/n: "...are these for me?"

Jeff: "Of course there for you Y/n, it's your birthday!"

Y/n: "I'm not sure if I should take these, I'm very grateful I'm just not sure what my Mom will say"

Rio: "What do you mean?"

Of course you parents had noticed you putting on weight, coming home in new clothing and initally they were grateful to Rio and Jeff for helping out, but it felt more and more like they were taking you away, or like they were trying to replace them.

Miles had also reported you coming to school less at less by the time you were 12, your attendance got so out of hand that eventually Jeff came to do a house visit, he knocked on the door, Your Mom came to the door.

Jeff: "Hey Diana, uh I'm here to do a wellness check on your Y/n"

Diana: "Oh, Jefferson sure, I guess"

Jeff: "Can I come in?"

Diana: "Sure" And so your Mom escorted Jeff back to through your home, when you finally saw the extent of the condtions you were living in, and it was terrible. Opening the door to your room Jeff could see your mattress was on the floor with no sheet, all your clothing lived in pile since there was no wardrobe and you sat on the floor drawing in just a massive t shirt.

Diana: "See, she's well isn't she?" She sassed at him, all Jeff wanted in this moment was to snatch you up take you home and get you cleaned, and in some clothing that actually fit so you didn't look like just a head floating in fabric, but of course being a police capiatin made that legally impossible.

Y/n: "Oh, Hey Mr Morales"

Jeff: "Hey Y/n"

Y/n: "What are you doing here?"

Jeff: "just a wellness check"

Diana: "Your well aren't you Y/n?" She's not asking you, she's telling you.

Y/n: "...Yeah I'm fine"

Diana: "We good officer?"

To be honest, if he were social services he could take you but he simply did not have the authority, Jeff was hushed back into the hallway by Diana.

Jeff: "Diana, Y/n's been out of school for 2 weeks now, why hasn't she been in school?"

Diana: "She's been sick"

Jeff: "Well she looks fine"

Diana: "Then why are you here doing a wellness check?"

Jeff: "Ugh, Diana, If Y/n dosen't turn up to another day of school, I'll get CPS you under stand?"

Diana: "are you threating me?"

Jeff: "No, I'm doing my job" he said waving you goodbye as he exited the house.

Jeff and Rio sat with their son at the dinner table, Rio and Jeff had been cracking a plan to file for emergency custody of you for awhile now, but since you aren't blood they knew it wouldn't be easy, but they also thought it would be good as ask Miles what he thought about the idea of taking you in full time.

Rio: "hijo, what would you think about Y/n moving in with us?"

Jeff:" Full time"

Miles: "Like, forever?"

Jeff: "Yeah..."

Miles: "Is that possible?"

Rio: "It might be"

Miles: "I'd like that"

And so with Miles on board Rio and Jeff started the paper work process to file for emergency custody, and with the helps of CPS they finally had a case, but it wasn't enough, they needed proof of abuse not just neglect, and so they waited, 2 whole years for such proof to emerge.

You had come over on anther Friday for dinner as you often did and had been doing for the past 5 years now, but something was deeply off, you were quite, timid and apprehensive to speak, but the thing that really worried Rio was all the concealer you were wearing on your left eye, honestly it was strange that Jeff didn't notice since the makeup wasn't yours, it was yours Mom's the shade wasn't quite right and drew more attention to your eye, and what was underneath it.

She didn't want to adress it in front of everyone so she waited until later in the evening to confront you about it, while you wear in the bathroom, getting ready for your shower she knocked on the door, before you took off anything of course.

Rio: "Y/n...Can we talk for a sec?"

Y/n: "Uhh yeah I guess" You opened the door to her as she closed the door behind her.

Rio: "Baby, I can see your wearing a lot of makeup, especially round your eye, and I just wanted to check if everything was okay?"

Y/n: "Yeah Yeah...I was just trying to do come conclear"

Rio: "Uh huh...well, could you take it off for me please?"

Y/n: "...no"

Rio: "And why not"

Y/n: "I...I just want to shower Mrs Morales"

Rio: "Y/n we've been over this, You call me Tita, and really why won't you take off all that makeup?"

Y/n: "Tita...please I don't want to talk about it"

Rio:" So something is wrong, huh?"

Y/n: "...I don't want to talk about it"

Rio: "I don't care, your staying at my home I want to see whatever your hiding" she said sternly, handing you a makeup wipe.

And so you compiled begging to rub off all the makeup you had spent about half a hour applying, despite anticipating what she would see it still hurt her to see you with a black eye.

Rio: "Oh...Oh Y/n My poor baby"

Y/n: "Can...Can you please not tell Jeff"

Rio understood why, but this was the proof of abuse they needed.

Rio: "Was it your Mom?"

Y/n: "Yeah...but please don't tell Jeff"

Rio: "This is an assault, you need to tell Jeff he can help you"

Y/n: "I really don't want her arrested"

Rio: "I know... but if she's hitting you it's clearly worse than we thought"

Needless to say it wasn't a pleasant experiecne having to show your bruised face to Jefferson and Miles, though he obivoulsy wasn't happy that you were attacked but this was the proof they needed to push for custody, now all they needed was to report it and make a record of the incident, but it was so obvious you were tired and due to the circumstances, Jeff firmly belived the courts wouldn't to too upest if they kept you just one night.

Jeff: "Y/n...We think its best if you stay with us for awhile"

Y/n: "Like...this weekend?"

Jeff: "Well, maybe a little while longer"

Y/n: "But my Mo-"

Jeff: "If your Mom is hitting, I can't just let you go back"

Y/n: "But what about my stuff?"

Jeff: "I can drive over tmorrow and pick you up whatever you need"

Y/n: "I can't...I can't just leave what if she-"

Jeff placed a hand on your shoulder.

Jeff: "Y/n, we will take care of it, you understand?"

Y/n: "...okay"

Rio: "I'll pull out the couch for you M'kay? I'll lend you a pair of my PJ's"

Y/n: "Okay, yeah please""

It was all so fast, you didn't realise in agreeing to stay the weekend in their minds you were agreeing to being their daughter...

To be continued...

Feel Free to give me Dad! Aaron or Morales Family suggestions!

[flowersandbigteeth]

Hey I'm not too sure whether you are open for requests but I'll just leave it here anyway because I just absolutely LOVE the way you write mythical creatures and demons. (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥ Each and every one of your works were just devoured by me in mere hours after I found your profile. ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ

Especially the one with Chase the tentacle monster. Yum. (͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)✨

So I was wondering if it would be possible to write a drabble or smut of a yandere maedar. They are a bit lesser known Greek mythical creatures and are basically the male versions of gorgons. (Just in case you didn't know)

The fact about their loyalty to their mates is what made me wonder about them.

I had never heard of these before you sent this, but I love the idea of a male version of a gorgon. I immediately got attached to the idea of Rohan having tattoos on his head of snakes in honor of his sisters, which then made me visualize him as this total pierced up sort of biker badass! Thanks for sending me this, it's so interesting to do unique monsters.

Maeder (Rohan) x female reader

Word Count: almost 3k

W: nsfw monster smut, vaginal sex, some bullying and brief discussion of suicide, mention of yandere activities

“Rohan, stop hissing at him,” you chided your security guard. 

“Hsssss!” he hissed louder, bearing his fangs this time. 

The skinny man in the suit holding an 8.5x11 glossy of you with your cello might have pissed himself and practically tripped over his own feet running away. 

Rohan was a pretty intimidating visage, that’s why your mother/manager had hired him to be your security guard. At eight feet tall and probably 500 lbs, the Maeder had a bald head covered with writhing tattoos of snakes bearing their fangs.

Venom dripped from their teeth, a vivid gold compared to his gray skin. Gold studs pierced his face above his eyebrow and a gold septum piercing hung in his nose. He didn’t look like the type of guy you wanted to fuck with. 

You swatted his arm and his gold, reptilian eyes flicked to you. 

“My job is security Miss (Y/N),” he growled, “these groupies are dangerous.”

“I think they are just harmless fans,” you assured him, rolling your eyes. 

He grunted.  Rohan didn’t think anyone was harmless, except maybe you. He saw the sick letters you got from psychos when he went through your mail. Any one of these “harmless fans” could be a serious threat. Your phone rang and you sighed, answering it. 

“Hello mother,” you said, tightly into the phone.

“Where was your head at (Y/N)?” she snapped, “you won't get another sponsorship with that kind of performance. Have you been out partying too much?” 

You huffed. 

“Mother, you know where I’ve been…all I ever do is practice,” you grumbled at her as you made your way through the back of the concert hall with Rohan leading the way. 

He guided you to a sleek limousine and helped you in. You always felt bad for how he had to crouch in these things to fit, but your mother ordered the cars and she didn’t take his comfort into consideration. 

“Ugh,” you groaned, crumpling once you were inside. You loved the cello, but you hated the celebrity of it all. Your mother was a marketing genius and had helped you build a fabulous career, but now you wished you could just work on movie soundtracks at home instead of these public recitals she made you do. She wanted to expand your career, make you into a pop star or something.

You’d recorded two solo albums, composed the soundtrack to a popular video game, and appeared on the cover of a popular ladies’ magazine. Still, as successful as she’d made you, you didn’t get the scheme. You were just a nerdy girl who was good at one thing, playing the cello, not some flashy celebrity. You weren’t exceptionally gorgeous or crazy fit like she seemed to want you to be. 

“Well you aren’t practicing enough,” she snapped, “and what are you eating? You look like a pig! I’m hiring you another trainer, that asshole obviously isn’t doing his job.” 

You rubbed your eyes, probably smearing makeup all over your cheeks, but you didn’t care. Listening to her talk was like melting your face with an iron. 

“Are you on your way home?” she snarled, “make sure you put some ice on your face before you go to sleep. You had bags under your eyes. You can’t go out there looking like a trash bin, (Y/N). I’ve got you an appointment scheduled for Botox next week and then we’ll start looking into a boob job.” 

You put the phone on the car seat and closed your eyes, ignoring her prattling. She was going on about Botox options and body shaping. There was nothing wrong with your face and you didn’t need to go on a diet or get surgery. You needed to figure out how to unlink yourself from being your mother’s project. Maybe she could manage a celebrity puppy…though you hated to put anyone, even a dog, through her version of management. She’d probably make the puppy get leg lengthening surgery or something. 

At some point Rohan just hit the red button to end the call. She’d go on for a while without even noticing you’d hung up if she ever noticed at all. Usually she just gave you some curt order about your diet or skincare routine before hanging up herself. You shot him a grateful glance. 

“She’s just using you, you know,” he said, fiddling with a knife at his knee. 

He was always so stoic except when he had something to say, which wasn’t often. Then he was nervous, even though his voice was deep and commanding. 

“I know…but all this wouldn’t exist without her,” you said, waving vaguely at the expensive dress you were wearing, the limousine, your $10,000 cello, and even him, “It’s kind of a trade, isn’t it?” 

He frowned. 

“Usually trades are consensual,” he growled, waving back at you, “all this wouldn’t exist without you.” 

“Mmm,” you said, “I guess. I could leave if I wanted, but where would I go?” 

He snorted. 

“You can’t actually,” he smiled darkly, “why do you think I’m paid so much?” 

You looked at him blankly. 

“What? My mother is paying you to keep me from running away?” you asked. 

He nodded, his eyes trained on you, reading your expression. 

“You’re her golden goose,” he said, “she was worried you’d fall in love with some tech mogul and want to quit. You’re the talented, beautiful genius, you’ll be just fine, but what about her? To keep her living in the way she’s grown accustomed to, she hired me to handle those sorts of things. Discourage suitors…report back to her on your relationships…Get rid of anyone who gets too close…all of that.”

He pulled out his phone and held up a screen with a notepad app full of dates and times. 

“I’m supposed to be collecting data on your emotional state so she can use it to declare you unfit to manage your own estate,” he went on.

Your eyes widened.  

“Why are you telling me this?” you asked. 

He shrugged and didn’t say anything else, looking away and shoving his phone back in his pocket. You glanced out the window at the city going by and frowned, tears pricking your eyes. Though you were hurt and felt betrayed, you didn’t get to be a nationally acclaimed cellist because you were weak of spirit. You took a deep breath and looked out the window, centering yourself. 

“So I’ve really been a prisoner all along,” you murmured, seeing the tall buildings blurring together as prison bars, “aren’t you afraid now that I know, I’ll try to get away?” 

He barked out a somber laugh and you supposed that was your answer. He was paid to make sure that didn’t happen and just by looking at him you could tell there wasn’t much hope. 

Rohan pulled off his jacket and covered you with it as you made your way into your building to avoid the flashing lights of the few paparazzi posted outside. By your mother’s standards, you looked horrible. If she saw you on some blog with makeup smeared all over your face she would have a conniption fit. 

For a moment you were surrounded with the scent of him and his cologne. He smelled a bit spicy. When you reached the top floor you wandered out onto your balcony, kicking your heels off behind you and looking out over the city. It was hard to feel like a prisoner up here, looking down at the rooftops. You leaned out, clutching the balustrade and took a deep breath in. 

Thick warm hands, suddenly wrapped around you and you started. 

“Don’t jump,” Rohan’s deep voice rumbled in your ear. 

You spat out a dry laugh. 

“You thought I was going to kill myself?” you rasped, “don’t you think it would serve you right, watching me throw myself off the building after what you just told me? You’re my jailor, after all.”  

He turned you around to look at you, tipping your face up and his lips came down on yours, hungry and desperate. 

“You're a fool if you think I’m just going to let her have you,” he growled an inch away from your face, “you’re mine (Y/N).” 

His mouth smashed back into yours, one heavy hand holding you to him by your waist and the other wound in your hair so tightly you couldn’t move. You could only accept his kiss and moan into his mouth. 

This was…unexpected…but not unwelcome. You’d always found Rohan to be attractive, he was just so serious you never thought he even considered sex. You’d never seen his eyes follow another man or woman except with a look of distrust in them. He was handsome so people threw themselves at him all the time, but he never seemed the slightest bit moved, always focused intensely on you. 

The big hand on your waist drifted over your ass, cupping and squeezing the flesh. It slid further down and you let out a squeal, when he pulled you up to his chest, pulling your legs around his waist. 

You dragged your lips away from him just a half an inch and whispered into his mouth. 

“What is this? We shouldn’t be doing this,” you gasped, “you work for my mother.”  

You were confused. He was your jailor, you shouldn’t be giving in to his advances. He chuckled and kissed you, pressing his tongue between your lips and twining it with yours. When he pulled away you were only aware of his words and his flavor, sweet cinnamon.

“I’m gonna fuck you against this window and then I’m gonna take you away from here.” 

Before you could respond his thick hand jerked your dress down, snapping the thin spaghetti straps that held it up and letting your breasts pop out. He pulled your chest to his head and his mouth latched on to your nipple, kissing and suckling. 

“Ahhh!” you wailed, surprised by the sudden hot, wet contact.

“Y-you sh-shouldn’t…” you tried to insist. 

His mouth popped off your nipple for just a second. 

“Then tell me to stop,” he growled, his nose brushing the flesh. 

You just looked at him for a moment, but couldn’t bring the words to your lips. It felt too good. It didn’t matter what happened after this, you just wanted him. 

He smirked and went back to laving your nipples with his tongue, pressing your back against the cool glass behind you. The only thing that came out of your mouth were moans and his name. 

You felt his thick fingers fumbling with your panties until you heard a long rip. Pushing you further up the window, he shimmied your dress up your hips and attacked your pussy with long wet laps. His split tongue played with your clit and your legs instinctively wrapped around his head, pulling him closer as he drove you wild with his agile appendage. 

Propped on his shoulders, he speared your cunt with his fingers. You were already soaking wet and your juices dribbled down his wrist as he pumped his digits inside of you mercilessly. 

Screaming your channel clenched down on his fingers as you came with them inside. Colors flashed in your eyes and your hands clung to his head, nails making crescent dents on his skin. Pulling back, he grinned at you and spun you around to face the window. 

“Do you know how many times I’ve watched you prancing around this fucking penthouse in those little booty shorts you wear, wanting to take you right here?” he growled, “I should have marked off the spot with chalk for how many times I jerked myself off, thinking about fucking you against this window. And as much as I loved rubbing one out over your pretty lips while you were sleeping, I’m gonna make this cunt mine for good.” 

As alarming as that should have been, his glowing golden eyes reflected in the glass in front of you and his hot breath in your ear made your pussy leak even more at the admission and your clit sparkled with need. 

He grabbed the back of your head, his fat fingers digging into your hair, and held your face against the cool glass while he freed his cock from his pants. You screamed his name as he impaled you with it in one smooth stroke, not even trying to hold back.

You had no idea but Rohan needed to take you like this. He needed to ruin you for anyone else. He’d been watching you for a year, obsessing over you, planning and plotting how he was going to take his mate. He would have already killed your mother if he thought it would get him any closer to having you. Instead he’d been collecting information on her and feeding it to lawyers he’d hired to make sure your interests were well represented. 

He held you in the air with little effort, your arms and legs dangling as he pulled back and slammed into you again, all the while holding your head into the window. He’d pinned you against the glass so he wouldn't bruise your cheek as he took you as hard as he needed to. Though you felt like he was going to snap you in half each time he powered into you, your back arched. 

From the edge of your vision you could see the glittering lights of the city sparkling below you. Your fingers pressed against the smooth surface because there was nothing else to hold on to as he slammed into you over and over again. Drool and your black mascara were streaking the glass. 

You howled with every stroke, having never been stretched by someone so large before. His cock was long and thick, filling you to the brim and pounding your walls mercilessly. 

“Fuck, babygirl, that’s it,” he groaned loudly, grunting like an animal as he thrust in and out of you, “you’re so fucking tight.” 

Soon he was just growling “mine” and your name over and over again while he rutted you. You gasped and sobbed, your eyes crossed as his dick battered your G-spot. 

With your pussy gushing around him, he jerked you back against his chest forcing you down over his cock a few more times before he emptied himself into you, grunting your name. The thread holding you together snapped and you orgasmed to his hot cum flooding you, barely noticing the sharp pain at your neck, where he bit you. 

When he slipped out of you, he pulled you into a princess hold, folding his head down at the neck and nuzzling the bite. 

“Wh-what was th-that?” you stammered. 

It wasn’t bad, just unexpected. 

“My mating bite,” he murmured, his voice a grumble rolling in your ear, “you’re mine.” 

Your heart fluttered at that. Again, this was all so unexpected, but you didn’t find yourself upset…In fact you felt safe and supported. Like someone was finally on your team. Maybe that was foolish to assume, but as he carried you to your bedroom, you found yourself snuggling your face into his shoulder and sighing happily. 

He stroked your hair as he climbed into your king sized bed with you still tucked in his arms. Arranging himself against the headboard he watched you fall asleep in his arms, gazing in awe at the bite on your neck you’d so easily accepted. Honestly, he’d worried you’d cry and fight and he’d wondered if he would have been able to hold himself back. 

Your soft submission in that moment was so much sweeter and tied him to you more tightly than anything you could ever say would. 

When you woke from your nap, he was going to help you pack your things to take you to a safe house where you could stay while you filed criminal charges against your mother for fraud. You were Rohan’s mate and he didn’t want to see you used as your mother’s meal ticket.

Even if legal means didn’t work, he would find illegal ones to accomplish his task. If you wanted to write soundtracks or albums or do nothing at all, he was going to keep you safe and secure till the day you died. 

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MASTERLIST

Vampire Tales (Vampire Idols X Male Reader)

The Vampire Creed

The Vampire Hierarchy

The Contract (Yves) (S)

Under The Red Hood (Natty) (S)

Life of Two Vampire Queens (IU/CL)

Painful Ressurection (Lusi Zhao)

Kpop Vampire Reactions/Preferences (Vampire Idols X Male Reader)

Vampire Aespa Reading You a Bedtime Story

(G) I-DLE As a Vampire Clan

Fromis_9 as Your Vampire Mothers

Vampire Jung Sisters as Your Vampire Mothers

Lovesick Yanderes Stories (Female Idols X Male Reader)

My Girlfriend is a Mafia Boss Pt.I (Shen Xiaoting)

My Girlfriend is a Mafia Boss Pt.II (Shen Xiaoting)

My Girlfriend is a Mafia Boss Pt.III (Shen Xiaoting)

My Girlfriend is a Mafia Boss Pt.IV (Shen Xiaoting) (Coming Soon)

The Literature Club (Blackpink)

Obsessive Step Mother (Bae Suzy)

Oneshot Stories (Female Idols X Male Reader) 

Along For The Ride (Nakamura Kazuha)

Hospital Love (Karina)

A Day With Huh Yunjin (Huh Yunjin)

The Half Engine (Blackpink)

Fight for Survival (Soojin)

Spicy Stories (Female Idols X Male Reader) 

Tight Pants (Huh Yunjin)

Tight Pants Pt.II (Kim Sohee/Giselle/Karina)

Irresistable Temptations (Miyeon/Sana)

The Contract (Yves) 

Unlikely Love (Female Idols)

Fitness Trainer (Kim Seolhyun)

Under The Red Hood (Natty)

Who's the Bustiest? (Female Idols)

Reactions/Preferences (Female Idols X Male Reader)

My Wives’ Reaction To You Getting Harrassed At Work (Haseul/Nana/Vivi/Miyeon/Yeojin)

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Yandere Character Sheet

Did anybody ask for Overhaul? No! Are you still getting him because I am in a phase? Yes!

Overhaul - Kai Chisaki

Trigger warnings for: emotional/psychological manipulation and abuse, kidnapping, coercion, character death, white/grey torture, mindbreak, objectification, neglect, human experimentation and yandere tendencies. 

Attributes - What sort of Yandere is he/she?

Overhaul is an absolutely strict yandere. That is more or less a given considering his overall personality. He is controlling to a fault because he just has to be. If he can’t rest assured that you’ll follow his every order to the letter, treat his every wish as a command. He has a certain vision in mind when it comes to you, a role that you must seamlessly fit into, and he won’t settle for anything less. Therefore, there are schedules that you have to adhere to, and rules that must be minded. While you might think that Chisaki’s word is law and that he would direct you as he pleases, the fact is, that he loves to play mental games with you. After all, don’t humans learn best through play?

He will want you to reach conclusions on your own. You are smart, so, over time you should realise that he only has your best intentions at heart. Besides how tiring it would be for him to spoon feed you all the lessons and pieces of wisdom he desires you to know, having to “obtain the knowledge yourself” has the side effect that you don’t fight him as viciously. In a way, he’ll tame you like a circus trainer does a dolphin. And once you know on which axis Overhaul’s little world spins, then he’ll fully expect you to adhere to the “laws of nature” that exist within. In some ways, it is what he does to keep Eri in line. 

On the same note, he is also prone to guilt tripping and gaslighting you when you step out of line. He does so much to take care of you after all - he keeps you healthy and safe and clean. Kai refrains from using his quirk on you in hurtful ways and doesn’t engage in physical abuse when it comes to you. If anything, you’re a pampered princess, so stop being so selfish and cause him to dirty his hands, okay? In short, he is absolutely manipulative. 

Of course tying into the two characteristics above is his obsession with cleanliness and health, that you’ll also be subjected to. He is the sort to nag and demonstrate to you how to properly wash your hands, how you should brush your teeth and other matters in that vein. In the beginning, you’ll be subjected to extensive physical and psychological evaluations so that he can tailor make the perfect diet plan and determine how to best deal with any health issues that you have. But besides that, it’ll also have the purpose of him gathering information on how far he can push you. 

Towards you, he is oh so condescending and patronising. Often, he'll point to your previous lifestyle as proof that you can't take care of yourself properly and need somebody smarter and more disciplined to help you. Additionally, in comparison to him, you just have meagre ambitions and don't utilise all your gifts to their full potential. While you might realise that the world and society is running on the wrong track, you still didn't comprehend just how deep the rot sits until he enlightened you. So just accept that he is your better. 

Possessive. Full stop. To Chisaki, you are an unrefined diamond when you fall into his talented hands, and it is his job to cut and shape you into a work of art. Since the end product is essentially his creation, only he has the right to possess you and decide what becomes of you. Ironically, the more you except this fact as a law of nature the more freedoms you'll have - once he is sure that you know your place, he can be confident that you'll reject anybody trying to "rescue" you. Until then, he'll keep you far away from anybody that could sully your mind and body. 

Besides, you are one of the very few things that put him at ease. All his life has been dedicated to the service of others, be it the Shie Haissakai or society in general, even if they don't wholly appreciate his efforts. You have been added to that number, but that doesn't mean that he is without selfish motives. Not that he feels guilty - after everything he has done, doesn't he deserve to indulge in his own wishes and desires? And if it is moulding a person to his wishes and keeping them as his, who is to begrudge him that? 

Unlucky for him, despite being possessive of you, to him you are not just some possession that he can put on a self and forget about. No, you have awaked feelings in him and he finds himself so deeply attached to you. He wants you to return his feelings, if only so that you get a taste of the suffering you've inflicted onto him. If he is becoming an emotionally controlled freak that yearns for your love and affection and approval, then you should take the fall with him. 

Nevertheless, it is contrasted by the part of him that is ruthless and cold. He has to be, to protect you and ensure you become the epitome of perfection. In a way, he has always been like that - unable to simply wear his heart on his sleeve, guarded and reserved and even stoic, except for the irritation that neigh constantly oozes off of him. As such, he won’t allow you to pull on his heartstrings much at all. Allowing you to so shamelessly manipulate him would also mean giving up control and he is having none of that. 

Cornering - How would they get you?

Either through coercion or kidnapping.

Perhaps you are a test subject that he picks up and develops feelings for overtime, a client or employee he discovers he wants to spend more time with or a person he meets through organic circumstances that he doesn't find as revolting as all the other people. While logically, he knows that the best course of action would be to woo you and then squirrel you away, he is a bit impatient when it comes to you. 

Besides, the best way to break old habits so that they can give way to new ones is to make a person go through a severe life changing event. On those grounds, Kai reasons that being a bit more forceful with will, in the end, bring about the positive outcomes he desires faster and more efficiently. 

In the case of you being an employee or a client, it makes matters so very easy. Just who will you go to, to prattle on about his misdeeds? The police? A hero agency? Darling, you are already in too deep to escape unscathed should you do something as foolhardy as that. Not to mention that he has his own eyes and ears in the places that matter, and when he catches wind of your traitorous behaviour, expect retribution. Though, he might even thank you for doing such a thing, since it would give him the perfect excuse to make you disappear from the public eye forever. Everybody that knows you would think that your body is at the bottom of some lake with weights around your feet, not in the basement of some yakuza head. 

In the case of you being a test subject that he snagged off the street or tricked into being one through a legitimately appearing medical programme, things would go relatively “smooth”. Smooth as in that Kai would slowly demonstrate his feelings to you. However, you would still be his captive during the whole process and he wouldn’t tell you that he has developed a soft spot for you (at least not outright) so the whole ordeal would be beyond nerve wrecking. 

And if you are some free soul that he meets by chance? There are still skeletons in your closet, shadows of your past haunting you and people and things you care about. All this can be used against you. While he might not be able to use all the resources he desires for that task, having to keep the limitations of the Hassakai in mind, Kai is nothing but innovative and opportunistic. He might very well shame you into jumping into his arms. 

Expectations - What do they expect of you?

nterestingly enough, I personally don’t see being quirkless as being a requirement to catching Overhaul’s eye. In his mind, Hero/Villain Syndrome is more a sickness of the mind, either having its root or being exacerbated by the quirk a particular person has. So, the first and foremost requirement would be to not have Hero/Villain Syndrome. There would be exceptions to this rule, when you would be deeply rooted in this “psychological issue” but he just sees such potential in you that he isn’t able to let you be. 

That would also be the main point for Chisaki - he sees who you could be, the utter health and perfection you could embody and will do anything to help you reach that. Your will only matters insofar as the path he must take to help you reach that end state, other than that, your quibbles and protests don’t matter. After all, he knows what is best. Your protests and fighting back would be annoying, so you would do best to let them be. If you wouldn’t then he would just have to train them out of you. 

If anything, what would really catch his eye would be if you are able to maintain a level head under pressure. In the case that he would kidnap you, you spitting vitriol and begging and screaming that he is a monster would only get on his nerves. However, you assessing the situation, and asking careful questions on what he could possibly need you for, and if he really had to have you stuffed in a car while walking home, would enrapture him. It is the actions that set you apart from the common footfolk that would draw him to you, like a moth to a flame. 

Being the head of the yakuza, and a very ambitious head at that, requires him to run through every possible scenario and consider everything that may factor into past, present and future. Operating on such a high mental level means he has little tolerance for stupidity in others, and if you don’t want to be treated like a dainty china doll with no will of their own, then you better be intelligent yourself. Of course, Chisaki knows that being smart doesn’t automatically mean that you’re right - if anything, it means that you are able to entrench yourself in and justify your delusions (your world view) all the more rabidly. However, he isn't the sort to shy away from debate; if anything, he revels in it. It is an opportunity to learn what makes you tick, to bond with you, and even to show you the light (his world view) 

What would make him believe he has struck gold would be if you understand his world view. He knows that his outlook is rather unique, especially since it is heavily coloured by his germophobia. Though to have somebody that can follow his thought patterns without making clumsy mistakes due to misconceptions or self-righteousness, somebody who he would discuss everything that is wrong with the world - that is balm to his soul. 

Looking at him, it is also pretty obvious that he requires you to be tidy and clean. He will not outright demand you scrub every surface with cleaning alcohol and shower three times a day. Though, your life will be significantly easier if you are tidy to begin with. Remember, that a happy Kai means a happy life, and there are a few things that irritate him more than disorder.  

If anything, it is highly likely that he'll fall for you if you work in one of those professions that place a lot of value on personal hygiene, like surgery or pharma or research. Besides the good hygiene, he would then expect to be able to connect with you based on shared interests. And that he won't have to teach you trivial things, like how to properly wash your hands, since you will just be able to fall back on the old patterns that you would know from work/university. 

What is also valued is patience. You see, Overhaul has more or less grown used to keeping people at least at arm's length. Even with Pops and Hari there is a sort of emotional distance, a serious tone that excludes overall warmth. Aside from what has been mentioned above, he is just so unaccostumed to thinking in modes and ways that don't pertain to utter ruthlessness and logic, that having to consider his own emotions and the ways they affect him would leave him floundering. Of course, he would do his best to conceal it, ever putting up a self-confident front. But there would still be moments where is awkward, or abruptly stands up and flees the scene. In order to gain more control over himself, he will try to dissociate from his emotions. But until he has regained his equilibrium, be forgiving of his mistakes, ok? 

Of course, there is also obedience. While in the beginning he'll be understanding because it is a frightening and absurd situation he has put you in, he'll expect you to learn fast. After all, he knows what is best for you and he doesn't deal well with resistance. He won't hesitate to list off all your flaws and past mistakes, pointing out your lifestyle errors in excruciating detail should you become snappy with him. If push really comes to shove and you don't even bend when punished, then he'll see no other option than to brainwash you. 

Tied in with the two aforementioned qualities is also sincerity. Like with many other things, Kai will be more understanding of fibs and lies in the beginning, since you are still new to each other and there are some matters that are embarrassing or stigmatised that you just don't want to be frank about in the beginning. Though as time passes, he'll expect you to learn to be utterly sincere. After all, he is a yakuza boss and lying and dishonesty are part and parcel to that line of work. And it is exactly because of that, that he outright demands sincerity from you. You are his and he is entitled to know all your secrets and everything that goes through your head. Additionally, how is he supposed to have complete control over you when you are concealing things from him? 

Faded - Would they let go of you in any way?

The short answer is no. The long answer has a few loopholes that you could slip through. 

Kai has many goals, ones that are also very important to him. No matter how much you either crave his attention or not, he won't abandon them because of you. Therefore, should one of his "projects" demand his utmost attention or be endangered due to the heroes closing in, he might temporarily let you go. But watch out! As soon as the dust settles, he'll retrieve you from wherever you thought you could hide from him. 

Other than that, he is far too attached to you to ever entertain that idea. 

Punishment - How would they proceed if you do something they disapprove of?

In the beginning, Overhaul is more understanding of your misgivings. He knows that he has put you in a stressful and strange situation, you are bound to be hysterical and not listen properly. Now, understanding doesn’t mean being lenient. For transgressions, you’ll be punished. At first, it’ll just be scoldings and him verbally tearing you apart, though if you persist, then they will become more extreme. Physical abuse is completely out of the question for him and he’ll never raise his voice in anger. The punishments you’ll be put through will be far more methodical. 

Like locking you in an all white room, depriving you of one of your senses temporarily (something that is very easy to achieve thanks to his quirk) or taking away forms of entertainment. If need be, he can leave you solitude for days with him observing how you slowly lose your mind over a system of cameras. He could deprive you of your hearing or eyesight, while leaving the nerve endings in the brain intact, leading to you having hallucinations.

 Or inject you with drugs that make it feel like ants are crawling under your skin. On the flip side of sensory deprivation, he would also happily inflict sensory overstimulation onto you should you step out of line. You should inhale or be injected with something that makes every light touch feel like sandpaper and every whisper like a booming shout. You’ll taste colours and smell emotions to the point where normal vertigo feels like a holiday in paradise. 

Though, those are just some of the more extreme punishments. Usually, you’ll get scolded, as mentioned above, or deprived of entertainment and privileges. One day after giving him the cold shoulder as much as possible, you’ll enter your room after a hot shower only to discover that all your books are gone. After refusing to eat, he’ll solemnly inform you that you’ll be strapped to a hospital bed and fed intravenously. 

If you behave like a brat, then he’ll also treat you as one. Really, classic old school punishments will be the closest he’ll ever come to being physically abusive - he’ll make you kneel on uncooked rice grains or frozen peas, having to look into a fire of spicy chills or standing in a corner while holding a book over your head until he says you can stop. 

Generally, punishments will be lighter in the beginning and the more time passes and the closer you two grow together, the harsher they’ll become. This is because what irritates Kai the most isn’t toeing out of line, but you “relapsing” or going against the rules when you already can recite them in your sleep. Though there is one exception to this - killing people in your name. He will kill somebody, a low level grunt that displeased him and is going to die anyway and then say you forced his hand. 

Reaction - How would they react to you escaping?

There are two options here.

The first is the following: Him leisurely walking after you, anticipating all your moves and finally managing to corner you, either physically or by threatening bystanders. That is because you didn’t really escape, and instead he is just playing cat and mouse with you. Because while all his guards and systems and the labyrinthine nature of the underground base will make it extremely difficult to escape, you’ll nevertheless look for an opening and fantasise about running away. What better way than to crush those dreams than by demonstrating that no matter how far you run, you’ll always end up back in his arms. So, he’ll provide you with an opening, let you escape so that he can retrieve you and shatter those hopes. Though, you’ll be punished for not proving your loyalty all the same. 

Then there is the second one of you really escaping without it somehow being intended by Kai. It is something that would drive him into a frenzy, but he would do his best to conceal it. Nevertheless, he would be far more irritable, prone to lashing out and overhauling his goons. As such, his men would do their best to fetch you. It wouldn’t be difficult for them to put two and two together and figure out that you put the Young Head at ease, so it is their best interest to return you to your owner as soon as possible. 

On that note, the saying “Happy wife, happy life” also applies to Kai Chisaki, so you might even have instances where people that hate Kai or even hate you slip you a note or plead with you face to face to just behave and not making everybody’s life in the Hassikai difficult by putting the Boss in a bad mood. In the interest of the Eight Precepts, Mimic and Chrono (they are the only other people that Kai lets closer to you than five metres), do so doubly, because they would tire quickly of playing messenger boys to the lower ranking members. 

Back on track. If you earnestly manage to escape then the base would be in a frenzy - reconstructing how you escaped and looking for clues on where you might have gone. Phone calls will be made and orders given as Kai pulls some strings to ensure you are back in his arms as soon as possible. After all, the further you run and the more people you wrap in your little escapade, the more complicated things get - he doesn’t want to have all his hard work undone. The Shie Hassaikai have bases in all major Japanese cities and ears and eyes where it counts. Should you be away longer, he’ll keep his ear on the ground, listening for the slightest hint as to where you’ve gone. 

And once he has you back in his vice grip, you have to pay. Perhaps somebody loses their life or you have to undergo some of the other more brutal punishments. But before that, you’ll be cleaned thoroughly. Overhaul won’t shy away from pumping your stomach empty if you have eaten unhealthy foods, and then washing your mouth with soap. In extreme cases, he might even just give you a penicillin shot without further ado and shave off all your hair. 

Turnabout - Scenario: You have the upper hand? What would be different from their usual MO? 

Let’s take two case situations - in one he doesn’t have his arms, and in the other, he has. 

As to armless Kai - he is numb due to his entire world having been torn down. He only has you know and god, is he desperate. Of course, in spite of what has happened, he still has his pride. Due to all he has done for you, he’ll demand you repay him. He’ll be erratic, especially if he just recently escaped Tartarus. With his mind in jumbles but still so desperate for human connection, he is putty in your hands. Though there are still some red lines. They took away his arms, not his tongue and he’ll do his best to remind you he can still give you a verbal lashing when you misbehave. 

In the case he has his arms, matters are a bit different. He’ll be more disgruntled and less needy. Maybe you are in charge due to you hiding him or maybe he needs money from you but can’t put you under his thumb in the process. He criticises every other thing you do, and does his best to worm his way into any cracks your shields may have. The more annoyed he is, the less subtle these attempts are. That being said, do be careful, for every moment that you are in control and he isn’t, is another moment where the natural order of your relationship has been upset. 

Vengeance - What would they do in the face of competition?

Hellfire and brimstone, or better said, his most gruesome abilities. You are his, you are his possession, his lover, his little pure doll that he wants to play with to his heart's content. As such, nobody but him is allowed to touch you. He is self-conscious to a degree - he isn’t the most social or personable man and his germophobia combined with his line of work and worldview can be off-putting to many. There are many people that you would get along with better, that would be nicer to you and give you what you want out of life.  

But what you want is not what you need, and you need him above all else. So he’ll have to teach you that you’re his and all the people around you that you are taken and not to be touched. If you have any romantic or, god forbid, bed mates, then he would make quick work of them. Of course, he doesn’t want you to be too traumatised, so if he doesn’t separate you by kidnapping or something similar, then he’ll cook up evidence and a story that will lead to a break-up. Then you would be vulnerable and available and ripe for the picking. However, if he is feeling particularly petty, then he’ll kidnap your lover right along with you, and subject them to a few rounds a torture before they become pig food. 

Should the man that arouses jealousy be one of his underlings, then somebody is in for a long night. It could be one of the guards becoming a little too chummy or a Precept that is just a little too cocky. Overhaul will be colder to everybody in his vicinity, even to you, since how dare you be so sweet and charming and perfect to somebody that isn’t him? Either way, the offender will be disassembled and reassembled a few times. 

Though because Chisaki is a possessive, manipulative freak when it comes to you, other people will also fall victim to his jealousy and wrath. Misunderstandings lead to lives being ruined when it comes to Kai Chisaki. The cause could be you being too friendly to a visitor, offering comfort to one of the guards or something in that vein. Regardless, it wouldn’t be enough to completely arouse his bloodlust, or maybe killing somebody that is still in the public eye would have repercussions that Kai doesn't want to deal with. Therefore, he’ll dig up all the sins they committed, ruin their reputations or set up events that lead to their social death. 

And if somebody dares hide you from him. There will be psychological torture is store for them, stuff worse than the stuff he’ll ever put you through. The filth that tried to keep you from him would also make for good test subjects, and will make you watch as he experiments on them. It would be all your fault, and all of this wouldn’t have to happen if you behave and obey him and accept your place at his side. 

Art is not mine: from Kohei Horikoshi, Irina Vinnik and other artists

[yanderes-galore]

Fandoms

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Last Edited: 2/1/24

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Movies/Shows

- Adventure Time

- Arcane

- Assassination Classroom

- Attack on Titan

- Avatar (Movies)

- Beastars (Season 1 + 2 of the anime)

- Bionicle: The Journey To One

- Black Clover

- Blue Exorcist

- The Boys

- Carmen Sandiego (Netflix show)

- Death Note

- The Devil is a Part-Timer!

- Ducktales 2017

- Fire Force

- Game of Thrones

- Gravity Falls

- Halo RvB/Red vs Blue (All seasons)

- Happy Tree Friends (Anthro Animals or Hybrids/Humans [Like my OCs])

- Haikyu!

- Hazbin Hotel

- How To Train Your Dragon

- Invader Zim (Original series and Enter the Florpus)

- House of the Dragon

- Monkie Kid (Lego)

- My Hero Academia

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- Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Media (2003, 2007 movie, 2012, 2014/Bayverse, 2018/ROTTMNT)

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- Deltarune (Both Chapters)

- Disney Mirrorverse

- Don’t Starve (All Survivors and Costumes)

- DOOM

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- Evil Within

- Evolve (Creatures will all be pet-like)

- Fallout

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- Killer Frequency

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- Lobotomy Corporation

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- Metroid

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- Mortal Kombat (9 through 11)

- Mystic Messenger

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- Obey Me!

- OFF

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- Overwatch (All characters/Costumes)

- Payday 2

- Persona (3-5)

- Portal (1 and 2)

- Pokemon (Just Trainers Right Now) (All games)

- PvZ Garden Warfare (Mostly Platonic but we'll see)

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- Jujutsu Kaisen (I read the manga)

- Bungou Stray Dogs (I read the manga)

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[platinumrosetail]

Yandere freenoodlee shadowpeach dbk waterspider Nezha spider Queen x toddler alcreamie

( I also don't know the ship of Hunter and Sandy so I call it water spider)

( And I like the one with the strawberries please)

So her trainer was not very nice especially when she turned human so she's kind of skittish around people

And she put her in a love ball ( ironic)

And I guess through it into a portal or drop it

And one of the parents finds the ball

And we come out scared and look at them with big eyes

They fall in love with us and take care of us

A tear jerker. Ok, I’ll see what I can do with this 😁

Warning: noob author, platonic yandere character, female!reader, dark theme, abuse, and others.

Characters: FreeNoodles (tang x pigsy), shadowpeach (sun wukong x macaque), dbk family, waterspider/silktea (sandy x huntsman spider), nezha, spider queen.

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Freenoodles:

All you remember is being put into your ball after getting insulted by your trainer as it had became worse as soon as you took a more human form.

You didn’t know it but when your trainer had put you in the love ball for when they had caught you and dropped you in a portal that had showed up soon after, it had you popped out in a young adult male’s room. The male had spotted your ball and was going to ask his adopted parents on if they know anything about it but grew distracted and left it on the counter when getting ready for his normal deliveries.

It was tang who had noticed it first, though he did seen mk with it but didn’t think much about as he was too busy eating the delicious noodles his husband had made him that he’s still not going to pay for.

He saw a ball with two tones of pink and white, the white take shape of a heart while another white line is in the middle, a hot pink tone in on the outer parts of it but had another pink tone in the inner part of the heart and around the middle line.

He picked it up to inspect it closer but when he did pick it up, it shook, freaking him out at the sudden movement and ended up dropping the ball causing the sound of it hitting the ground to ricochet in the shop along with a light that formed a little girl before disappearing allowing him to see the girl’s features better.

She had what looks to be a whipped cream hair that was styled and looks like whipped cream, she also had strawberries accessories along with it; she had a puffy Lolita outfit as well with the same strawberries accessories in some of the areas of the outfit plus some pink swirls as well.

You were thinking that your trainer was finally releasing you from your pokeball for today but only to see a male with short brown hair swept to the side and big round glasses, and that had made you scared and nervous which had you backing up and hiding in a small space that you can fit in.

(It’s shocking to see how small they are in the anime vs the game y’know? Their so small and adorable!!)

Tang got his husband as he would know what to do in this situation as he has siblings that he had to take care of.

(I think pigsy has siblings, right? I think I seen a photo of them somewhere in one of the episodes.)

It had taken a month before you finally opened up even if it’s only a little; at first they thought that the reason for you to be skittish with them is because of new people and stranger danger but when spending time with you tang and pigsy noticed how you seem to say some things that you didn’t want to be let out in the open, so they talked and deduced that you had been abused and somehow ended in that ball.

Both of them are reasonable Gary at the abuser and would kill them on sight as punishment for hurting a precious, sweet, and innocent child.

They will kill your trainer if she ever comes to you, you’re their child now and will be forever as long as they live.

Don’t worry no one will ever hurt you again all you need to do is stay close to them.

Shadowpeach:

Some of sun’s monkey friends had found a ball and brung it to him and his mate; macaque, to see if it was safe to play with not knowing it holds a being in it.

The ball had a unique pattern to it that made him want to give it to his love as an anniversary gift.

When macaque had received the ball he was intrigued by it’s coloring and shape the white line had taken before giving his own gift but as he hold the gift he received from his goofy mate it shook and opened up shooting a beam of light to the floor shocking the two monkeys.

They were still in shocked as a little girl start to show as the light dimmed down; and when she focused on the two in the room with her she grew nervous and anxious so she did what she could think of; go into a corner and pretend to be as small as possible so they would get the message to leave her alone.

Sun was going to go to her first before being stop by his mate; who knew something like this as he also went through with it at some points in his life and decided that he would comfort the girl as he knew how she felt as well.

It was a long road to getting you to trust them; half a month, you had told them that you were reminded of some monkey Pokémon that was sweet to you before you were caught by your trainer; they didn’t know if the trainer was the reason for your skittish attitude or something else.

Though that was soon cleared up as sun had accidentally made a loud noise doing something before hearing you scream and yell in fear, something he never wants to hear again.

You had screamed “no!! Don’t hurt me anymore!! I’ll be good!!” That terrified both sun and macaque as they try to calm you down from a possible panic attack.

(I deeply apologize if this is triggering for any of you, I did not mean for that to happen at all and I hope y’all are as healthy and living a happy life right now far away from any threats to you and who you consider your loved ones. Again so sorry.)

They had calmed you down but they seem to have to start from the beginning again which is fine as this take time and they have a lot of it to share with you as their daughter and little sister to mk.

They’ll keep you nice and cozy, safe from your horrible trainer and away from potential threats that might come their way; mk is also training hard to protect you.

The dbk family:

Your ball had bonked on redson’s head before opening up and allowing you to exit out of the space of the pokeball.

He yelled and scolded making you cry, alerting pif and surprising you by hugging you like a mother, turning your sob into a sniffle.

Pif had scolded her son making embarrassed and guilt at making a little girl like you who didn’t know anything bad you had did.

He later after 2 weeks got you a big stuffy that he had to ask the peasant (mk and mei) for help to find as he would like to make amends to what he had done wrong.

You hugged him afterwards which made him swore to protect you as you had also smile; he would protect that smile and you for a lifetime as it is precious to him now that he considers you his little sister.

Pif wouldn’t really care if a child was crying but with how young you are and that she had started wanting another child but with how busy they are with many things they couldn’t hold off on.

Dbk was skeptical but he believes his wife made the right choice on choosing you as their daughter even if you’re not by blood. When he noticed you being scared by his sized he decided to either shrink himself or lower his head and soften his scowl a lot to make sure he doesn’t seem intimidating to you anymore as he doesn’t want his wife to scold him or you to only go to redson or pif as you’re their daughter now.

When pif had heard about your trainer misdeeds she was furious and planned to let her have it if she gets her hands on that foolish mortal; no one shall mess with her daughter and get away with it.

Redson had heard about your trainer from his mother soon after she did, he had actually made a torturing device as a way to punish those who thought it was a great idea to mess with the daughter and sister of the dbk family so he’s ecstatic to know he could use it on this past trainer of yours but he’ll also make sure you’re ok and away from the chamber if he gets a hold of her anytime soon.

Dbk will mostly be with you as more bonding time and cause he knew that his wife and son would take care of it, but after a while he would join in once they have her and make sure she regrets even being alive.

No one messes with any of their family members and gets away with it without punishment laying upon them.

Silktea/waterspider:

The two couple was enjoying a nice cup of relaxing tea when Mo had rolled a pink ball towards them.

Huntsman was the one who picked it up, in case it was dangerous and would do anything bad. After a few minutes of turning it in other directions before deciding it’s ok but accidentally mashed the button that resulted in letting out a beam of light that dimmed soon after.

They soon see a little girl with whipped cream aesthetic Lolita outfit when the light finally dimmed down.

Sandy will notice first on how skittish you’re and will be gentle and speak in a soft voice and be ready to get some relaxing tea.

Huntsman was wary of you but soon noticed that you hate loud noises and flinch at every one of those pound noises so he figured you weren’t much of a threat to him and his lover.

(I feel like he would call sandy his lover rather that boyfriend, don’t know why but I just think he would.)

With how sandy is it wasn’t long before you finally opened up though you were still wary of huntsman but that he tries his best to not get angry around you anymore.

But when they learned that you were abused by your trainer; Sandy almost lost his cool but quickly regained it but huntsman wasn’t so lucky but he still remembered not to shout around you and left the room before he blew up.

They will keep you safe and give you the love you needed and wanted, so you don’t even have to worry about your trainer as they’ll take care of everything, just sit back and relax.

Spider queen:

Your ball had rolled down her lair when your trainer had dropping it into that portal; later being found syntax and being brought to his queen afterwards.

When spider queen saw the pink ball with the heart lined design on it, she thought it was a courting gift and decided to accept which had left the other two in jealously at syntax even though that wasn’t what he was doing but went with it as a win-win.

Though as she inspect it more it would seem she had pressed the button it had which had a burst of light come out after it opened itself.

Out came a little girl with a whipped cream designed outfit that would remind you of pastel Lolita’s outfits.

It took 3 months for you to get used to things around the lair as they have never had been around a child before and therefore don’t know what to do, though they do try their best as their queen seem to have interest in making you her daughter after you two have spent only a week with each other.

When she had learned of the abuse you had been through to say that she was furious was a understatement because she was more than that but she tried to not let her anger get let out in front of you as she soon noticed that you don’t like that as it reminds you of what had happened before meeting them.

She makes sure that you’re treated like a princess and future heir to her throne she be. The minions all take turn making sure you’re ok and well taken care of, all having different routine and habits with you as they take care of you but that’s what you like about them is that they have different personalities and fun new things to show and teach you about.

Like with huntsman; he teaches you how to detect if you’re being followed and how to get a surprise attack on them, ended up using syntax as the victim of them all the time.

(Why am I thinking of when mufasa had that bird be used as a target to teach his son how to stay low for a hunt?)

Syntax will teach you all sorts of things with tech plus math and other things like that; he tries making it be more fun as he researched before hand that apparently to some kids don’t like math and things like that so he tries to make seem fun and easier to learn for you.

Strong spider will teach you how to plant vegetables and others like that in case a situation needs it, and also cause it could be considered relaxing and calming to the nerves.

All in all they would protect not just because you’re the heir to their queen’s throne but also because you’re just a kid that needs love.

Nezha:

Your pokeball ricochets from wall that wall when entering the room nezha was in before he needed to do something as a order, and finally after a while of the ricochet your pokeball had stopped near where the map is , of course you not knowing anything outside from your confinement but you sure can hear the racket going on from it and can’t help but start to worry.

It was only after an hour before he returned and he was surprised to find the ball it the different tones of pink and white on the floor near where the map is.

He picked it up and put it far away from the map and started guarding it, but it seem he had placed it on the side that had a button that he didn’t know it had and out came a light from it letting out a unknown person he grew wary of as it was a sudden turn of events.

When you looked around the room and spotted a male holding a spear towards you making you flinch and start to shake in fear.

When he saw how afraid you were and also how young you seem to be he started to lower his weapon, not fully but enough to show that he doesn’t mean any harm, as he is still wary since this could be a trap to get the map.

It took 4 months for him to get you to trust him even for a little bit, and it has been different from how he does things around there but in a good way since you seem to like to help.

You help with the servants a lot but he always make sure you have time to yourself and to stay with him as he soon grew overprotective with you.

And when he learned what your trainer had done, he will kill her the first time he sees her; left you all alone in a confined place like that ball.

He will make sure she regrets it but not too much as to want you back, he means permanently regrets it for her planed nonexistent life.

(So I hope you like it! I wished I could of done this yesterday like had planed but I had went to a Christmas village thing with my family and that took up most of the day. Also while there a wild galarian moltress had spawned, it had rudely ran away so that made me sad cause it was even apart of a mission; but I ended up with a shiny dratini in the end that I fully evolved into a dragonite so that’s something. Anyway hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

(P.s: I also plan on uploading another post as I am almost finished with it anyway.)

[leggerefiore]

Far Away Eyes (Chap. 1)

words: 3756

cw: yandere (eventually, but nothing in this part)

Pairings: Ingo/Reader, Emmet/Reader, Background Maxie x Archie (Reader is their kid)

Summary: You move away to escape the scorn from your fathers' actions. Your loneliness pays a the toll.

Perhaps, if you had been a bit smarter in your decisions. 

Perhaps, if you had been just a tad more observant.

Perhaps, if you had been more sceptical of the model that you considered a friend.

Then maybe you would not have ended up in the circumstance you did.

You moved to Unova from Hoenn, encouraged by your previous Gym Leader, Wattson. The old man had taken some pity on you when he caught you lost and distraught, trying to navigate the enclosed city. You had technically lived there all your life, but had never really gotten out of your apartment much. Well, except when your papa took you out to his place, being able to navigate Lilycove with ease did not translate to Mauville.

Still, when the Gym Leader's eyes landed on your poor, terrified form clinging to a Numel in desperate comfort, his heart about shattered. You explained that you had run away from home in fear of what your fathers were doing. Wattson did not quite get what you meant entirely, interpreting it as some form of abuse. He rubbed your back amicably and offered you a place at his gym should you be able to prove yourself as a trainer. You could battle, definitely. Both, your papa and dad instilled the importance of it in you. 

A quick battle proved your worth to the old man, and he nodded before letting out a gut-busting laugh. You would need some electric types, he explained. Your Carvahna and Numel were not exactly a perfect fit for his gym. You understood. This was not an opportunity you would let slip from your hands. You rushed over to Route 118 and began your hunt. 

It was a strange experience, being out in nature all by your lonesome. Before, you would be accompanied by one of your fathers, their admins or grunts. They did not view you as someone who needed to be protected, necessarily, but they worried about you. Your dad always acted like you would disappear the minute his eyes left you during your younger years. Your papa was not much better, often panicking when you slipped away from him in the market to browse items.

The grass hid many pokemon you knew quite well. A Linoone darted between your legs, and a swarm of Wingulls flew above your head. The moment of tenative exploration allowed you to learn and grow. Catching your first pokemon by yourself was a memorable experience. Your hand brushed through the staticky fur of Electrike, and you giggled as he bumped his head against your hand before trying to lick you. You beamed at Wattson, and he did the same to you. It was then that you were welcomed as a gym trainer.

Of course, you found yourself deeply infatuated by the techniques and strategies found in battle. You stayed cooped up in your small home in Verdanturf when you were not trying to catch or train new team members. The quiet of your home and the distraction of your work kept you much too occupied to pay attention to the news. It was not until a strange sky hung above you that you realised what they had done.

You stood in terror beside Wattson as dark clouds hung in the sky spotted with a harsh sun burning through. They had done it, you knew. They had awoken the ancient pokemon. Excusing yourself from the Gym Leader, you rushed to Sootopolis as fast as your Swellow could take you. You spotted them outside the Cave of Origin, in deep contemplation. Your dad's charcoal eyes lit up when he saw you. Your papa was soon to follow his reaction, turning to look at you.

"Scamp! Is that you!" his deep voice rang out as he charged at you. He pulled you close while pressing kisses over your face. Your dad let out a breath of relief. His harsh expression took over once more, "Where have you been? We were worried sick about you." Your papa shook his head and gave a glare at your dad. 

"Max! Now ain't the time!" Archie shouted, squeezing you closer. Maxie stomped over to you and pulled you from his rival with a glare. "It certainly is! We might have just ended the world; I have a right to know where my child has been!" You sighed. They were at each other's throats as always. You hugged your father and let him rest his head on your shoulder. He was terrified. You could tell. Well, if it was the end as he thought, at least you could spend it with your family.

It was not, however. A boy popped out of the cave with a smile and two new pokeballs in his hand. The legendaries had been caught, and no longer served as a problem to the world. The tension that had overcome the group waiting outside, which included the Champion Steven and Gym Leader Wallace, had burst like a punctured water balloon. You watched as your papa lifted your dad into the air and spun him around with a loud cheer. Your aunts, Shelly and Courtney, observed them both with a similar gaze of mild disappointment. You sighed. 

It was over.

All the terrible things your fathers had planned to do had come to an end.

That did not mean it was without consequence. They were both seeking to repent for what they had done, while the larger society of Hoenn demanded some sort of justice for their actions. 

You, being their child, were not going to be exempt from the scorn of everyone. They apologised to you, Archie, offering for you to join them in their fleeing of the region, but you shook your head. You could not. Maxie was clearly disappointed by this, but you explained that you had a life here. You had a job, friends, and a career of sorts. He nodded but sighed. They both wished you luck and promised to stay in contact before sailing from the coast of Lilycove. 

A few people had come to recognition of you and complained about your presence being in the gym. You were literally the child of two people who had just caused a catastrophe that nearly ended the world, and the leaders had escaped before they could even be arrested. The harrassment slowly built up to people finding your home address and leaving threats around your home or breaking things. A rock had come flying through your window, nearly hitting your head. 

You went to Wattson in tears, begging for advice. The old man could not handle all the pain that was being inflicted upon you. Yes, he knew what your fathers had done was awful, but you were not them. There was no way you could have been involved in their plans, having been too busy with gym duties or training. He hugged you tightly and thought of what to do. 

"Have you ever thought about moving, dear?" he asked, a reassuring smile on his face, "I know you love it here, but it is just too unsafe for you. I think moving away from Hoenn would be best for you." It was reminiscent of how your fathers had tried to convince you to leave. Wattson was sort of like a third father. Perhaps, a grandfather was a better word for it. 

Leave Hoenn.

Leave everything you know for an entirely different place.

It was scary.

You had done something like that before, however. When you first left your dad's apartment here in Mauville, it was your first step into changing your life. A new step was required, it seemed. "Is there anywhere you have in mind?" You could not think of anywhere that you wished to go. Perhaps you could try dyeing your hair and wearing contacts?

"Unova! I know an electric gym there that recently got remodelled and needs some new trainers!" He beamed at you, "I think you would like it there. It's in Nimbasa, this big metropolitan city!" 

Unova… You did not know much about Unova. The region had never been one of much interest to you. Still, if Wattson was recommending it, you would trust his judgement. "What's the Gym Leader like? Am I going to find out that you have a twin brother now, Mr. Wattson?" The old man let out a loud laugh at that.

He shook his head. "Wahahah, goodness, no. Elesa would be in tears if she heard you say that," Wattson guffawed, "She's a younger lady. A model, too, at that. It might be nice to see you with people closer to your age." You supposed so. A model and gym leader, huh? You thought Wattson was an interesting sort with his interests in architecture and electricity.

You agreed.

Wattson made a call to the Unovan Gym Leader and got you a secured position at the foreign gym.

That was what landed you there. You stood in shock at the change from everything you knew in Hoenn. The buildings seemed impossibly tall, and the bustle of people was reminiscent of Mauville, but to such a larger extent in size. People paid no mind to you as they moved from place to place. Your feet carried you around to where you had managed to rent an apartment from all the way back home. 

You rushed inside the building that had such an alien architecture to you. The floor button was pressed in the elevator many different times as you felt panic coursing through your veins. It moved slowly before opening a floor just before where you needed to go. Someone stepped in but stared at their phone. Your floor came, and you bolted out. The door number was quickly found and roughly unlocked. Your luggage was dumped beside the door as you slammed it behind you. 

Slinking to the ground, you checked your phone.

A text was sent to both of your fathers, but no response came.

There was no one to rely on here. 

You were truly alone.

You stumble around the city in confusion. The gym was apparently in an amusement park, but where that location remained was something beyond your comprehension. People stared at you as you gazed at your phone, desperately trying to identify where you were. You stopped in front of a station. Looking at your map, you noticed that the amusement park should be somewhere nearby. 

Observing your surroundings carefully, you spotted a giant spinning wheel. A Ferris wheel! That would be where the amusement park was, surely. You moved in the direction of it confidently. The crowds thickened in population as you came to a stop at the gate. You squinted at the Galarian. Yes! You were in the right location!

Continuing inside, you found yourself lost in a sense of wonder. Giant, illuminated Pikachu and Pichu structures stood near the entrance. Their cuteness was undeniable. You gazed at them for a moment, just allowing yourself a break from all the stress that had consumed you previously. A building swirled with colourful neon lights as you passed it by. You moved expertly through the crowd of people.

Next was the giant wheel itself. A long line of people waited outside it, each with varying emotions. Many were excited, but a few seemed irritated or upset. You turned your head towards a flashy, luxuriant building. Gold lights appeared to stream down vents in the wall, contrasting the dark ebony of the rest gorgeously. Spotlights shone on a logo. That was the logo of the gyms in Unova. This was where you needed to be. 

Entering, you stood stunned. Crowds of people stood to watch a long runway that extended the length of the building. Loud, pumping music echoed off the walls of the room and left you in a bit of a daze. Elesa… You would likely recognise her in an instant. Nervously, your feet carried you across the runway.

A trainer awaited you and challenged you without any hesitation. Their team was not anything you could not handle. Your nervous demeanour bled away as you focused on how to handle the battle. The crowd cheered loudly after you won the battle. You smiled and waved at them shyly. Another trainer followed, along with a third. The ovation and support grew louder after each victory. 

That was when you saw her. Standing with an air of certainty and elegance, she threw her hair back. It was long and black, styled like twin lightning bolts. A daffodil fur coat, heavy on her shoulders. She observed you with her hand on her hip. A hand reached for a pokeball. It was not over yet, you realised. 

The battle had been a struggle. Her pokemon messed with you by switching out often through the use of volt switch. You had truly feared a loss, but your Manectric came in to save you by bearing a hit that should have truly knocked him out. An overheat defeated her Zebtrika, and she smiled. 

"Well, I didn't think Wattson would lie, but I'm still dazzled by your team!" her voice was friendly, something easy to trust. "I'm Elesa! Welcome to the gym!" You grinned back at her, a relaxed feeling overcoming you. 

Your adjustment to the new region was aided heavily by the Gym Leader. Elesa helped you navigate the city easily and gave advice about which places were worth a visit. She walked you around the entire area on a following afternoon to your acceptance into the gym. It was nice to have some help after the hectic nature of your first day there. She even offered to help with your Galarian, noticing that it was a bit weak. 

You settled relatively quickly after that. It was easy to lose yourself in the lull of training and battling, just as you had in Hoenn. The trainers of the Unova region were not so different from your native one, but you still felt a bit out of place. Elesa promised that you weren't, yet the feeling never left you. 

Friends were relatively hard to make. In Hoenn, you had easy company with your neighbours in Verdanturf. That was not the case in Nimbasa. The city was large and full of life. The loneliness stung. You checked your phone often, desperate for any reply from your parents. They never responded. You crashed against your bed with a huff. 

Maybe you could ask Elesa if she knew anybody that would be nice to hang out with?

That or you were going to become a hermit.

Elesa gasped when she learnt you had no friends. It was terribly sad thing, she said. You were so kind and sweet. "How about… I become your friend!" the model offered, "I already like you, so… This totally works!" You supposed that worked. She took your hand with much excitement and beamed at you.

That evening, you were invited out to a sushi restaurant she loved. It was a fun evening, honestly. They made the sushi fresh in front of you. You watched as she downed a glass of water after accidentally eating some raw wasabi. You giggled at the scene. This was something you needed.

"So, like, what are your plans in life?" she asked you while reading the menu intensely. You froze. What were your plans in life? Be a trainer forever? You did not want to become a Champion. A small conversation you had with Steven while waiting for the child to resolve your fathers' mess had been enough to turn you away. A Gym Leader? Wattson had offered to let you take over his own whenever he finally retired, but you could not return to Hoenn any time soon. Perhaps ever. 

"I don't know, really," you admitted, "The usual thing. Probably settle down, have kids." It was half a lie. You did want that some day, but that felt worlds apart from where you were currently. All you wanted was a message from either of your fathers saying that everything was fine.

"Oh? Really?" Elesa seemed surprised by that. It was reasonable, you suppose. Nothing about you screamed parental or marriageable. You simply lived to battle, it felt like some days. "I want that, too, actually. Maybe not kids, but marrying someone seems so romantic, doesn't it?" You nodded. Who would you like to marry? You had a crush on Wallace when you were younger, finding him a beautiful man. He was not your type, in actuality. That one meeting with him had set you off from him. 

Another hang-out session took you from Nimbasa out to Driftveil. You sat in the audience watching the Hoenn Leaders Cup at the Pokemon World Tournament. Elesa watched your eyes light up at the sight of your previous Gym Leader. You waved at him and called his name. The old man grinned brightly when he saw you and returned the gesture. You felt happy to see him again. 

"Aw! Tate and Liza have gotten so much bigger now!" you cooed at the sight of the psychic Gym Leaders. Elesa squinted at the line-up. "Ah, they are the two youngest ones." 

"Ohh, I see. Are they twins? They look like they are the same age," she asks, tone inquisitive.

"Yeah! They are super cute about it," you recalled a time you babysat them while in Lilycove with your papa, "They can finish each other's sentences, and read each other's minds!" You waved at them, too. Liza smiled at you and waved back.

"You like twins?" Elesa questions once more. It was an assertion, certainly. You did not like Tate and Liza because they were twins, but rather because they were cute kids you had taken care of.

"Mmm… Maybe?" you answered. It was not something you were necessarily averse to. Well, having twin children sounded adorable but extremely stressful. Elesa nodded and moved to focus on the battles that had started. You joined her, happy to see some familiar faces after a few months without them.

It was around a year into your new life that Elesa invited you out with one of her friends. Apparently, she had been meaning to sooner, but they had gotten busy with work and had been unavailable until recently. You were excited by the prospect of making a new friend even still. A cute, autumn outfit was slipped on as you readied yourself to meet them at the cafe. A battle cafe? How interesting.

Elesa waved you over to their table when you walked in the door. Beside her sat a cute man. His hair style was a bit strange, definitely questionable fringes, but his attire was an all-around comfortable arrangement. A friendly smile played across his lips as he waved at you, too. You felt a blush on your face. Ah, was he a model friend? He certainly was pleasant on the eyes.

"Meet Emmet! He's the friend I was telling you about," Elesa wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him in for a side hug. He leaned into it easily. His eyes were a nearly iridescent chrome that stared into you hypnotisingly. "Hi. I am Emmet. I am a Subway Boss," his voice was monotone but held an approachable softness. What was that? A Subway Boss? The term was unfamiliar to you. Did he manage the subways? Well, you definitely needed to thank him for his hard work. They were never late on arrival, it seemed.

"Oh! You don't know what that is, do you?" Elesa asked, and you shook your head, "Emmet runs the subway with his brother, Ingo. They are also trainers who have a battle facility down there." Oh. Well, that sounded a bit cooler. How old was he? When you thought of someone who managed transportation, he was not the guy that came to mind. "Like the Battle Frontier? I don't think I would have missed something like that, El. This guy is no Noland, anyway," you joked, unsure as to where this supposed battle facility could be.

"You have never challenged the Battle Subway? That is verrrry disappointing," he huffed like a child, "I may not be Frontier Brain Noland, but my skills are on par with him." You giggled at his reaction. His smile grew at that. Elesa grinned at the broken tension, too. "You should totally do that!" she exclaimed, "You're super into competitive batting, right? Well, Emmet is, too!" You stared at him. What kind of trainer did he look like? Steel maybe? To go along with the subway aesthetic? 

You enjoyed that outing with Elesa and her friend. Emmet devoured more sugar than you thought was safe, but he was content with himself. The battles were fun, too. A nice challenge over all. Though, you did notice how Emmet easily handled his opponent. A Galvantula and an Eelektross were his pokemon of choice. An electric trainer? That worked, too. You traded numbers with the Subway Boss before parting with the two.

Your outings with Elesa seemed to suddenly always include Emmet after your introduction. It was not something that you minded, but simply a thing that you noted. He was a fun guy to be around. The ability to bounce battle ideas off of him was nice, too. That always led to him pleading for you to challenge the Battle Subway. You were thinking about it. 

Elesa once had to leave suddenly after you arrived at the restaurant for dinner. She apologised but said to enjoy your evening with Emmet. You rolled your eyes. The Subway Boss was a bad conversationalist but an attentive listener, you learnt. Observant, too. 

"How did you get that scar?" he asked, pointing to a long, slim one on your arm. You thought about that one. It had come from when someone assaulted you in Hoenn. They claimed that you would try to cause another calamity before trying to stab you. A narrow dodge barely saved your life. "Ah, well, a person tried to attack me back in Hoenn. It's nothing to worry about; that's all in the past." Emmet was obviously concerned but held his tongue.

When the time came to leave, he grabbed your hand gently. "I am here for you if you need to talk," he offered with a soft voice, "Please don't feel alone. I will help you without hesistation." You smiled. Oh, he was just too sweet. You presumed that was why he ate so much sugar. Emmet walked you to the station before bidding you a long farewell.

[often-obsessed]

Yandere!cyrus x gn!reader

Chapter 7

Cyrus stared at the unusual scene before him. Evidence of a pokemon battle littered the ground. Scratch marks disturbed the dirt and ice clumps clung to grass. In the center his weavile fainted, covered in slashes.

It must have been an surprise attack. But how? He won, his perfect world was in the making, the only other person was under his thumb. He had destroyed their pokemon long ago.

It didn't make any logical sense.

But the illogical, the uncontrollable was before him.

He returned his weavile.

A small twinge pulled at his stomach.

Where were you?

He looked at the disturbed dirt once more. Yes he could see it, shoe prints in the ground. A struggle. No blood anywhere. Of course you wouldn't give up easily.

He thought back on all the times you had defied him. Jumping off one of the many islands, only to find out there was no gravity. Throwing a fit everytime he entered a room. Trying to fistfight his pokemon.

...

He sighed, another hunt it was. Your tenacity was admirable, in small doses. The vast scenery seemed to dwarf him.

But soon another familiar twinge snuck it's way into his chest. The cursed feeling, he had no name for it, but it was unwelcome. He needed to find you.

Hopefully in one piece.

And alive.

He called palkia to him, the behemoth stared at him, the product of his victory.

"Palkia find our runaway."

Palkia looked around, eyes glowing brighter than usual, walking with soft footsteps that shouldn't be possible for the behemoth.

The deity circled the scene before them.

Cyrus frowned, palkia should have honed in on you location by now.

The twinge became a twist.

"Palkia find our runaway."

Palkia once again paced around seemingly a bit more frustrated.

Was palkia unable to find you, or were you...

No there must be another explanation.

Palkia froze before honing on an empty spot in front of them.

A bright light blinded him for a split second leaving behind a sharply dressed man.

The man's persian rubbed against his legs. Most likely responsible for weavile's fainting.

But how was this man here?

Had he only destroyed half of the universe?

He had won, what variable had he forgot?

"Hello there, you must be Cyrus. I've been trying to find you for a while. I ran into your companion first-"

Cyrus' eyes sharpened.

"Don't worry, they're unharmed just resting at the moment."

The man walked closer to him, his head slightly tilted up.

As of a weak display could scare him.

"Quite the place you have for yourself, still in the first stages? Not too bad."

Cyrus stared the man down.

"How are you here."

He had half a mind to use one of his legendaries to vaporize this man. But if this man managed to escape the reset, he must have a powerful pokemon in his possession. Powerful enough to hide his runaway from palkia's sight.

The man chuckled, he sauntered around, seemingly not giving him the time of day.

His persian watching Cyrus' every move as it rubbed against its trainer's leg.

"Straight to the point hmm? I like that. My name is Giovanni, leader of team rainbow rocket. As for how and why I'm here, I would prefer to talk in a more comfortable environment."

The man pulled out a pokeball releasing the pokemon that was most likely responsible for him being here.

Yes he had vaguely heard of this mysterious pokemon. In his search for a new world, rumors had come from kanto about a powerful rogue pokemon. He didn't think it was powerful enough to evade the reset. A mistake he would not make again.

"I would like to invite you to my world for a proper discussion, your friend is already there."

"I will admit you have my interest, I will consider your offer. As long as my ward is unharmed."

Giovanni smiled

"Then we have no problem."

Cyrus retrieved palkia nodding to Giovanni.

In a flash they were transported to a new room.

The huge multicolored "R" was the first thing Cyrus noticed.

Cyrus caught movement in the corner of his eye, turning his head to watch as two presumably team rocket grunts approached. They saluted their leader, unhidden admiration in their eyes.

A familiarity as he recalled his own grunts and commanders giving him the same look.

"Giovanni sir welcome back. No bad news to report."

"Good. Be prepared to have a new room put up for my friend Cyrus. And bring our newest guest here as soon as possible."

"I have not agreed to stay Giovanni."

Giovanni smirked

"Well once you hear my proposal I'm sure you'll stay. There are many new discoveries surrounding pokemon. Have you heard of mega evolution, z-crystals? I have other leaders of organizations here already,  and with these new found powers, I have no doubt we'll all make a formidable team."

Other leaders. Of different organizations.

Cyrus inwardly sighed, he couldn't leave now, not with the threat of other powerful leaders.

If Giovanni could easily enter his new domain he could only imagine what these so called others could do.

No, he would have to stay, if only to observe. Just until he could find weak points and just until he had you back in his sights.

Most likely you were ecstatic about seeing other people besides him.

He would give you this small solace until he dragged you back to where you belonged.

"We'll see. I still haven't seen my ward."

"They're fine. Though I wonder if they'll come willingly. What do you think?"

"Whether they come willing or not does not concern me."

"I see."

The doors opened and lo and behold you entered, flanked by two guards. The twinge disappeared, soothing into nothing as you came closer. He ignored the look of horror in your eyes.

You were here and you were okay.

Giovanni pointed his hand in his ward's direction.

"Here they are unharmed as I said."

"Hmm."

The team rocket leader set his sights on you.

"I'm glad you could finally join us, Cyrus and I were betting if you would have to be dragged here."

Cyrus stared at you, no bruises from what he could see. His shoulders relaxed a bit.

You were stunned quiet, he could only imagine the thoughts racing in your head.

"Well look who crawled out of my personal hell. Who's life are you here to ruin now?"

There was the sass.

This was going to be a long conversation.

[rouecentric]

me and my beloved pokemon mutual talked about pokemon aus we had and i had come up with two that I ABSOLUTELY FEEL THE NEED TO SHARE.

eden!reader in pokemon as red's cousin, just a popular singer and pokemon trainer who has to deal with a platonic yandere cousin scaring away potential male lovers. good thing eden!reader likes women.

and my personal favorite i brainrotted about for the last few days, puppet reader! the reader isn't really a puppet, but it fits. basically an au where ash dies from an illness as a small child, and struck by grief, delia and ash's dad create a child and wanted to make them act exactly like ash, but they ended up being their own person, so they kind of neglected reader? basically reader replaces ash (the ketchum family in this au is pretty different)

[jymwahuwu]

Gym Trainer Jing Yuan anon here!! <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

I have been giggling and kicking my feet to your response cause it's so!! <3 I really like your writing a lot and Jing Yuan planning to bring a vibrator to the next session giving me brainworms to future scenarios now like:

- Jing Yuan keeps helping you on the different equipment and basically just thinks of a way to get his hands on their ass or grind against them

- then it leads to getting invited to a private session cause of how bad their endurance is because like "You've only squatted for 15 minutes and can't handle the leg press machine, you need to work on your stamina or you'll feel like a fool in front of the other trainers :c but don't worry I'm here!!"

- And since this will be more private, he can be a lot more cheeky now with adding yoga to the list but BUT!!! Adding a sprinkle of sex positions and basically gaslighting them that it's yoga! (You know he's rock hard and grinding against them so hard)

Imagine that this keeps going for so long that even when he uses the vibrator saying that it'll help more with stamina! Then while squatting while leaning to the wall he just presses the highest power and now they feel their thighs being jelly

Sorry for the rant, but I hope you have a lovely day!!

part 1

CW: yandere, non-consensual contact, vibrator, inappropriate use of fitness equipment, mention of future non-con

Hi nonny <3 Now I'm chuckling at these thirsty ones too- your feedback is better than mine XD Jing Yuan really has a great opportunity to manipulate us right? Personal fitness trainer…

Exactly. Your tears were glistening as his big hands kept caressing and pushing your ass without any scruples. Jing Yuan even invested in fitness equipment development technology so he could get more suitable equipment. It wouldn’t be a surprise if there was any equipment that required you to take off your underwear to exercise…

The squat part…this position is really suitable. He'll keep spanking you and then say it's your fault when you can't hold on anymore <3 And it means you can't handle the leg press machine and other equipment. It is necessary to prepare private lessons for you.

Jing Yuan is in front of you to help. Right in front of you. Even though the general's move of taking off his shirt to reveal his muscles was rather suspicious, you couldn't say no… why not try spreading your legs? Um. mwah here. mwah Kissing is just lung capacity training. Keep your legs open to train your thigh muscles. He helped adjust the position on your body, and his bulging crotch kept rubbing against your private parts… "S-stop… it's too close…" But this was part of the training, and of course it was impossible to stop. Stick a little rabbit vibrator on your most private parts, then do some squats.

This is going to be a long - slow workout. He won’t tell you that the end goal is that you end up being penetrated by a dick…

[maleyanderecafe]

(Not sure if my first ask was sent) Have you played/heard of the game "Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack"? The main male love interest, Sunny Day Jack, is a really interesting take on a male yandere. The demo is free, and there's also an in-character interview.

Er, I'm not sure what your first ask was, but if it was about Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack, I didn't get it, but I did get this ask. It's pretty interesting and I do like the art for it (I just... love the line art. You don't understand I just... smooth line art). It has voice acting and an interview as well, so there's love put into it. Be warned though, it is r18 so take heed.

Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack is an itch.io game that you can play on your browser. It starts out with the MC reminiscing a bit about the past as a child and how they enjoy being an adult more than being a child because of the freedom it has. They wake up to a Jack, the main character of an 80s children's cartoon asking to make breakfast for them. It turns out that the MC picked up and bought a strange VCR in a thrift store after being drawn to it (sort of fnaf style, I suppose) and after passing out while watching it, woke up to find Jack living with them. They're seemingly like a ghost, with only the MC being able to see him and him not appearing in windows. Jack has been living with them for a month now and has a very cheerful attitude, almost like a fitness trainer, encouraging the MC to stay healthy. After eating breakfast, the two watch some TV and get close to each other, either opting to kiss or hug Jack (the choices don't really change the plot at the moment, only the text) before being interrupted by their boss, who wants them to work an extra shift. Begrudgingly, the MC goes to their work, a frozen yogurt store, while wondering what would have happened if their boss had not interrupted them. There, after talking to Jack for a bit, a couple of guys come in, asking if the MC has a boyfriend. The MC can either state yes or no, with yes having accepted Jack as their boyfriend while no, causing them to fade a bit, making it so the MC can't even touch them. Either choice ends up with the two going back and having sex with each other. Upon waking up, the MC greets an old college friend, Shawn, who they sort of forgot was coming. After a brief chat, he goes into her room and exclaims in shock and the story ends.

The interview is also rather brief, with the interviewer asking questions about a show and some sort of event that happens. Some of the locations and numbers are glitched out and the last question the interviewer asks is if he is dating anyone (or rather asks if the reason why he's so toned is because of someone he might like) before Jack attempts to stop the interview altogether.

As a demo, the story is brief but the production quality is pretty high. Like I said, I really like the art style since I'm a big fan of this kind of linear, and the characters, Jack and Shawn are nicely drawn as well. The voice acting is pretty nice too, and I think it's really cool that they have a little interview for the character as well. The story itself reminds me a bit of FNAF as I said since it does rely on older technology and is a bit of the "children's" items with a twist of horror. Personally, though, I did find it sort of weird that the MC had sex with him (I dunno, maybe it's because I find having sex with kids show characters really weird, especially since he still acts like he's in the show sometimes) and the sex scene itself was sort of... odd. The way the MC's dialogue seemed as if they were drugged or were influenced by something, probably something like how they were drawn to the VCR tape in the first place. It seemed like they were really blissed out, which might be partly because of the sex, but also as if they were kind of hypnotized into feeling this way. This is the feeling I got when they hugged/kissed as well since the MC would often say that it felt "warm and comforting" and that "it was strange because they normally don't feel this way" and even during sex they felt sort of like "there was a small part that wanted to push him away." Which I think is the intention here, since there is a bit of horror to it as well. Must be a bit scary to know that the MC is probably being influenced to feel extremely safe around Jack for one reason or another. I also find it curious that in the end, it seems like Shawn might be able to see Jack or what the two did, though it was mentioned that Jack was only visible to the MC.

In terms of yandere content, it was very light for the most part. While he did have times of being a bit clingy before the two had sex, I think the most yandere parts are when they were having sex (telling the MC that the two should be together forever, and telling the MC that he never has to leave if they would like), specifically saying things like they will always be together and that they need to be with each other, as well as red text stating that he's doing it for their own good (or something along those lines). Of course, I assume in the full demo we will see more of the true nature of Jack and what exactly happens at the end of the demo, along with what exactly he did to the MC.

Overall though, an interesting experience, and I hope to see more.

[yanderenightmare]

How would our yandere boys of BNHA react to their girlfriends telling them that they're pregnant?👀

yandere ! fluffy BNHA headcannons

TIP-JAR

goodiebag WARNING: heavy yandere-vibes, abduction, guilt, anxiety, profanity, drug mentions, Stockholm syndrome, pregnancy, implied DUBCON/NONCON

KATSUKI BAKUGO - KACHAN

Time to prepare for fucking Ragnarok. He’s writing lists, buying everything on the lists twice over, reading books on parenting and raising children and quirk development and everything and anything to satiate his gaining anxiety. He’s pushing his darling to do several different cardio exercises, either walking about inside the house with him or even letting her go outside for fresh air and sun, always assisted by him of course, putting aside his normal fear of her escaping as his newfound paranoia of the baby not being healthy threatens the foundations of his fragile composure. He hires a personal trainer to teach them what they’re supposed to be learning in baby class, if they could go outside. He’ll even be contemplating letting the media know as so to avoid hiccups later down the road. Testing his darling from time to time to see if she truly has come to terms with their arrangement, finding that he’ll probably never be satisfied, never feel comfortable enough to allow her back into the real world.

Other than that, he’ll be at his darling’s beck and call, so much so she doesn’t even have to ask for anything before he’s there with the exact thing she needs, even at times she doesn’t even know what she needs. And he’ll definitely be fidgeting when he’s not able to make her comfortable. Foot-rubs and messages are never ending, he’s cooking all the food from scratch with purely organic vegies and fruits and wheats and grains and strictly no candy or anything considered slightly unsafe for either her or the baby to consume, that also means no TV or screens of any kind. She’s never been allowed cigarettes or anything of the sorts, so that window has already been checked, but all alcohol is also stripped from the house now as well and of course those sleeping pills he would sometimes take advantage of when he had no other choice.

Katsuki is slightly freaking out on the inside, wanting to pull his hair out, pick at his scabs, bite his nails…. but, he’s keeping himself in check to support his darling. He’s adamant on the fact that nothing will go wrong with this pregnancy and he’ll soon have a little, squishy, bubbly, bundle of firecrackers running around the house. He can sense happiness just around the corner, but it’s a sharp turn, he’s afraid they might just skew off into some unknown territory where he has no chance of getting back on the road again.

DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA

Dabi is in full on freak-out, suddenly looking at his hands as though they are knives. How can he ever raise a child? Will the child be like him? Oh, how he hopes, prays, screams at whomever out there’s listening, that the child’s more like his darling than like him. That the child is feather-soft and pretty-eyed and has a heart of daisies and not made up of scars and callouses and bitterness like him. But… it’s really up to him what their child becomes. That’s his responsibility. His job to not allow the flames of childlike wonder to snuff out, his job to keep them alive.

What if they get hurt? What if his mishaps get them hurt? What if he hurts them? Besides… they cannot possibly live here, in this dump of a villain base. That’s no place to raise a child. A child needs friends, other children to play with. A child needs a garden, where they and their friends can play. A child needs to feel safe. A child needs to be able to look out a window at night and see the moon and stars and to see the sun wake up in the morning. A child needs to go to school. A child needs to run and bike and scrape their knees on the sidewalk only to come home and have their wounds cleaned and band-aided, only to go out and do it all over again. This is what a child needs to not end up like him.

He buys a house. A nice house, with a white picked-fence and a lawn and a cherry-tree where he hangs up a swing. His darling loves it, she spends most of her time out in the garden, in the sunlight, smiling, glowing. It feels nice. It feels harmonic. They have a kitchen now, but Dabi doesn’t know how to make any type of food sept for cup-noodles, but his darling is eager to teach him. She’s so sweet. She’s always been sweet and soft and too bright for the dusty room-complex he’d kept her locked up in for so long. But in this lighting, in this setting, in this life he’s finally decided upon, she looks like she belongs. He can’t say the same for himself. When he pictures the future, he sees his darling and their child out on that swing he put up, but he doesn’t see himself. He doesn’t deserve this, not when he’s so sure he’s going to have it all destroyed. His darling is a good but bittersweet reassurance, how she hugs him close, kisses him so softly he nearly forgets how many people the same hands wrapping around her small breakable body has killed.

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

Confusion. It’s strange but the whole affair leaves him feeling younger. Too young. The things he doesn’t know, the unprepared oblivious state leaving him at an utter loss. He’s just not ready for this, he’s unsure if he’ll ever be ready for this. He’s never pictured himself in the scenario. Never once humoring the idea, but now that it’s being shoved at him whether he wants it or not, he has to simply accept it. He barely knows up from down as time passes. Leaving him stating the obvious to thoroughly grasp the situation without letting it slip. His darling is pregnant. He’s going to be a father. A father. Dad. The word barely making sense to him as he rolls it around on his tongue.

He’s having a kid… half the time he still feels like a kid himself. Throwing fits, playing games, eating trash. But… maybe that can be a good thing. Maybe his fits will subside in the fresh light of an infant’s earth-shattering cries and wails and screams, his infant, his child. Maybe it’ll be good for him to finally learn a few things, maybe he’ll grow up just a little bit. But only a little, playing games is something he can do with a kid. Besides, kids eat trash too. He doesn’t have to give up everything, or… at least not forever. How long does it take before kids become mobile enough to hold a controller?

It’s going to be somewhat of an adventure. It’ll be somewhat pioneering in a sense. Not in the way of planning a new attack or kidnapping or planning someone’s death, but planning someone’s life instead. He’s created life as opposed to what he always does with those hands of his. He’s created life, he’ll have to take care of a life, care for a life, send that life into the world so that it’s not just alive but living. It’s humbling in the same way it’s glorified. So much responsibility. Life suddenly feels longer, eventful, important, dutiful and not just his playground, not just his blood-field, not just something to watch burn, but something to better.

SHINSO HITOSHI

Oh no. A baby? He’s not prepared for this. He’s so used to things being avoidable, or delayable at the least, this isn’t avoidable, this is happening whether he wants it or not, sooner than he can control. That stresses him out more than anything, the state of not having any control over the situation, leaving him frustrated, sporadic, afraid. He suddenly knows nothing about anything, his mouth is constantly dry, and he finds himself thinking of how strange and heavy the weight of his tongue feels to distract himself from the mess he’s created. And the only reason to it being a mess is because he has no idea how to protect everything from breaking into shambles. That’s more or less what breaks him the most, knowing how he’s most likely the one to ruin everything, that failure will probably be his fault.

He manages to calm down somewhat. His darling, in all her natural maternal feline instincts knows more or less what to do and how to do it, not really needing Hitoshi to provide her with anything on his own but what she tells him to do. And, despite needing to constantly hold the reigns, Hitoshi’s surprisingly glad or relieved more than anything, that his darling took the wheel so effortlessly. God knows he had no clue what to do. But, he has questions; bundles and mountains of inhuman questions. How many kids do Neko’s usually produce, when normal kitty litters sum up to nine kittens? Can he take care of nine kittens?! His darling doesn’t have nine nipples so he guesses that doesn’t make much biological sense. What else: how will a mini version of him look like? What more: what will a mini version of him with a cat’s features look like? Lastly: how does he feel about that?

He’ll help in the ways he still knows how. Cleaning makes up for most of it, since food has never been his specialty and now that food is significantly more important, he lets his darling control that too. Messaging and petting and cuddles making up for the rest of his helpfulness, which often gets frustrating for the both of them, given that they’re used to a certain spontaneous erotic lifestyle that now is out of reach.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

Satisfaction. Finally, his little songbird needs him. Soon she’ll barely be able to walk on her own, she’ll need him for everything, be completely dependent on him, no longer in position to afford scowling at him or barking or biting or scratching or screaming. Knowing how something very soon will take her place in those extremities, and how they both will be exhausted and on the same side for once. He’s got it all figured out, he’s going to take a couple years off, to stay on with birdie number one and birdie number two. The days will be short but buzzing, between breakfast and collapsing into bed with his darling once the hours run to a close, waking up to screams that seem so welcoming and not at all like the onset of death as other parents make it out to be.

He can see it all so clearly. Soft-tinted days of baby-food and building-blocks and flying lessons, their baby with either his inherited crimson wings or his darling’s coat of pearl-white angel-feathers, perhaps a mix of both, how their little angel will fly from his arms to his darling’s arms, falling at times, but learning and prospering, becoming the embodiment of greatness. He can’t help but wonder how beautiful their child will become, being the product of himself and his darling, they’ll probably look godsend or like an actual god on earth. Wondering if they’ll have golden hair and golden eyes like him or satin hair and doe-eyes like his darling, how a mix of the two of them could be called perfection itself.

But, first things first. He doesn’t have time to humor his daydreams too much, never mind how tempting when they’re so close he can almost taste them. His darling needs him more than whatever imagines he conjures up. His instincts kick in, yet his humanity has last say in most of the decisions he has to make. The nest not being made up of sticks and mud like he was gravitating towards, but of pillows and blankets and plushies. Food not being made up of worms and insects but human cooking instead. Other than that he’ll stay in bed with his darling, stroking her feathers and feel her relax and stretch each time he hits a particular soft spot, listening to that special type of moan he’ll argue is the softest sound in the world.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

It’s cute of her to think its big news. It’s cute to watch her walk around pondering, wondering what’s wrong with her. Why her breasts are larger, sensitive, tender. Mistaking her morning sickness, rushing to the bathroom gulping, for being under the weather. Silly little thing, even more so with her pregnancy brain, walking around all cute and clueless. He enjoys the show, strokes her hair in a petting fashion, smirk irked in the corner of his lips and though it was small it spoke volumes, but what surprised her even more wasn’t the condescension she was met with but how relieved she felt upon understanding he had everything under control, something she used to hate, now feeling like a blessing, knowing how she was in… not exactly good hands… but something like it, something more capable than hers.

He is so prepared it borders on ridicules. It’s strange, for as long as she’s known him he’s always been so sure of himself, but now, glimpses from his youth shine through his composure of self-confidence. He’s nervous. The old rebellious her would poke fun at him, but she evolved, she’s survived, and she knows better. Besides, if he falls apart, what’s then left for her to do but follow suite? The new her comforts him with what she knows is true, having learnt that he doesn’t appreciate lies either. She tells him that he’s far away from his own father, because she knows that he will never leave her, soon to be them, as she stroked his unruly hair, kissed his forehead, squeezed his hand, smiled, told him that she loved him. And again, he knew before her that she meant it, she’d understand some time later that her dependence and his guidance created perfect symbiosis, equaled love, just like he had predicted.

The baby is the last of the puzzle-pieces, everything finally falling into place. She’s able to see him as more than something to fear like god, but as something human, as he rocks their baby in those massive scarred arms of his, his smile not nearly as unsettling as she once found it, but warm. And Izuku will finally see his darling as more than something to protect and to keep, something more than to love, as she bounces their child on her knee, that glow she used to have returning, he’ll not just see something to take, but something he already owns, as though some fog has lifted, he’ll feel proud, he’ll feel respect, he’ll feel happy, and he can say that it was all worth it and she can say that she forgives him.

CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL

Kai seems unfazed. It’s a lot to wrap one’s head around. He treats it awfully alike one would handle a business deal. Weighing the pros and cons and benefits and payments. Bringing a life into the world, a life that’s partly your own and partly the one you love. Does it mean he will love their spawn just as much as he loves his darling, that seems hard to believe. Does it mean he has to, that he’s expected to? Will his darling love the baby more than him? He heard that the love found between mothers and their children is insurmountable. Will he have to separate them to get the attention he needs? Will that make her hate him again? Will she perhaps love him more, now that the product of their love has come to fruition?

There are so many variables, so much to consider, and so painfully little time to get it all sorted out. He’s exhausted and on the border of grossed out. Between morning sickness and unpredictable mood-swings. He heard pregnant ladies are supposed to glow, he doesn’t see it. Don’t get him wrong, he thinks his darling is beautiful, but… she’s huge. He thought she was clumsy before, but damage was at a minimum when she was practically half his size, now she’s like a walking wreaking-ball. He can’t imagine how she will ever be able to… deliver something that seems to be taking half of the space inside her. He’s actually feeling anxious about the whole ordeal, trying to suffice his growing fears in a search for pregnant-aiding quirks.

And don’t get him started on the pregnancy brain. It’s not just her limbs that are everywhere at once, her brain is scattered like the aftermath of a shotgun, she barely pays him any mind anymore. All those hours spent teaching her proper manners, seems wasted and forgotten now, seeing how she eats like some animal then falls asleep, snoring with no thanks to spare him. He feels neglected to say the least and he can’t help but dread the time the baby actually comes around, knowing how the event will grant him no more attention than what he’s given now, probably robbing him of even more time with his precious darling.

TODOROKI SHOTO

He’s not leaving his darling’s side for a second. She’s holding his baby, possible babies, carrying them inside her belly, keeping them safe, so of course he needs to keep her safe too. Safe and comfortable and loved. He holds off on the unorthodox play until after the birth and probably sometime past it as well, no punishments than can cause stress, no fun and games and edge-play, nothing but soft touches, nothing but pillows and blankets and rosehip baths and soppy romantic films, cuddling, messages, words that are too sweet it almost becomes lifedraining. He’ll be so doting, so feather-light, she’ll nearly beg for him to give her just one measly frostbite burn, just one scorch-mark, but he won’t answer her prayers. They will be doing nothing that can cause duress, nothing at all.

He's in such mission-mode. More so than when he’s actually on a mission. This happening, this great chapter in their lives, this beginning of new life, seems so severely more important than anything else the world has to offer, nothing can distract him, no grade A villains, no threats to the world, no matter how much a friend or family member might need him, this pregnancy is paramount. He’s not going to put anything before his darling or their little bundle of joy happily coming to life inside her, blooming with potential. He’s not going to mess everything up like his father did, he’s adamant on not letting that happen. He’s going to be good. Everything’s going to be good. Happy. Perfect.

The only other thing he does, next to doting on his darling, is thinking and humoring what type of father he’s going to be, what type of father he should be, what type of father he has to be. Should he be strict, pushing his child to achieve greatness, milking their potential until they drain? Should he be liberal, letting his child run their own show, chase their own dreams no matter how wrong a path it seems? What did he want as a child?... Love. He wanted love. He wanted to be listened to, to be heard, to be helped. He wanted a friend, not just a teacher. He wanted to feel safe. He knows what type of father he wants to be, but… he knows it won’t be easy, it’s not meant to be easy, but he’s not one to back away from a challenge.

TIP-JAR

[yanderes-galore]

Can you make a Persian Yandere? The darling is the daughter of Giovanni from Team Rocket, she spends a lot of time with her father's Persian until one day she grows up to ten years old to go on her pokemon journey, leaving her father's Pokemon alone.

I kind of made this Platonic as I felt it fit better?

If you wanted a romantic version I can do that, too.

Yandere! Platonic! Human! Persian HCs

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Yandere behavior, Possessive behavior, Manipulation, Violence, Obsessive anxiety, Tsundere like behavior (?), Overprotective behavior, Platonic Yandere.

- Growing up with Giovanni's prized top cat had its moments.

- Persians are temperamental and enjoy just being moody.

- As you grew up, you'd generally be teased by the Pokemon.

- Playfully, of course, you're family.

- At first when you were young the Pokemon wasn't sure what to think of you.

- But as you grew older they warm up to you.

- It becomes a common sight for Giovanni to see his Persian chasing his daughter around.

- Then there's a playful scoff from the Pokemon as they act annoyed.

- "Your daughter is so loud and hyper...."

- Yet due to the body language of his Persian, Giovanni can tell the Pokemon didn't entirely hate the idea of hunting you around.

- It's even a sight to see Persian lounging around with you by their side on a couch, too.

- You're never too far from the Persian.

- Until you leave for your Pokemon journey....

- Persian quickly catches wind of it from your father talking to a Grunt.

- "She's getting to that age. I think it's time we give her a companion of her own to start a journey. Just watch her to make sure she doesn't get into trouble...."

- Persian's astonished.

- You, the small child they've practically raised alongside their trainer, are going off into the world?

- It stresses the Pokemon out.

- You and your father can sense the mood change.

- Persian's more moody, even getting violent at some points towards Giovanni.

- But around you, the Pokemon clings to you.

- You can't fend for yourself out there!

- You need them.

- What was their trainer thinking? You could be in danger!

- Persian's outbursts even postpone Giovanni's decision for the longest time.

- Unfortunately though, at some point you'll leave....

- Until then, they'll do whatever they can to keep you here with them in their claws.