#yandere Himeko

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Hello! Can i request some Yandere robin/Kafka and Himeko (seperate) x Gn reader, romantic hcs, please?

𝐒𝐡𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲

Yandere! Robin/Kafka/Himeko x Gn! Reader

❏ You weren't staying away from them because you were 'shy', you have a perfectly good reason to.

cw: ooc, general yandere content.

w/c: 1,557

You were happy with what you have, you were happy with the many people around you, but you liked Robin too.

She was irreplaceable, along with all of the people you love. You cared about everyone.

Robin liked you too! She liked the way you told her not to push herself much and to not pressure herself, the way you were all worried and caring for Robin.

She relishes on your affection for her greatly, no matter how small or big it is, Robin would indulge in your attention.

Even if you give her the smallest affection, then the largest to somebody else, she's... she's... She's fine by it. Totally.

But later, you were suddenly down, refusing to pay attention to her, or anything for the matter, even yourself.

Thus... Robin thinks you need saving.

No, no, why won't you smile like you used to? Did something so bad happen?

Robin is appalled by the way you just won't help yourself or push yourself for the better and move on? Isn't that what you told her to do? Why are you opting to be a flesh rotting in your bed and not getting out of your shell?

She had problems too, she too were hard on herself when her mom died, but she used those experiences to get up and push further, why can't you do the same?

She thought that maybe it was her turn to give her full affection and attention to you instead. In a way to pay you back, yet... You won't allow her.

Robin is just concerned. Why won't you let her pamper you?

Why won't you let her sing songs to you?

Why won't you let her visit you?

How could you even refuse such an angel who's willing to drag you up when you're down?

Maybe you're shy. Perhaps she's way too overbearing for your mental capacity to accept her payback. She's sweet, empathetic, and extremely kind to you, especially you.

Why else would you avoid her other than the reason that you're flustered by her appearance? It's because of that, and that's the only reason.

"Oh... My love... Is there any other reason why you're avoiding me other than you think I'll over shine you? Don't worry, I won't do that. You deserve your own spotlight! I'll look at it, only me... I love you, alright?"

She says, clinging on your waist, holding it down enough for you to be thoroughly uncomfortable inside. She would then brush your hair with her hand as if you were a delicate being she needed to protect from danger.

Even after you have tried to escape her countless times, she still has you in her arms, begging for your attention every second, every minute, every hour. It's scary to know that with the snap of her fingers, all of her devoted fans would turn their heads at you, ready to strike with their pitch forks and torches for not accepting such an angel in your life.

Though... Has she ever stopped and thought that maybe, just maybe, the reason for you avoiding her was because you just figured out that she's the reason that the people you've recently been talking to disappear out of thin air? Even the ones you treasured and cared for?

You didn't find any animal fact that said birds are ruthless when they are jealous. You learned it the hard way.

Robin didn't even give you enough time to grieve for them before clinging on to you now that her 'obstacles' are gone.

She hums a melody. It's as if to comfort you from your loss, it feels mocking.

You found a lady so breathtakingly beautiful it captured your full attention.

You then would ask for her number, maybe start a small chat, heck, even standing next to such beauty would be enough.

If you found Kafka beautiful, then she finds you adorable.

She's curious as to why you would willingly march straight into danger, clueless and unarmed. She might as well give it a shot and try to get to know you better.

This isn't a part of the script. Plus, she finds your face and mentality cute. Is there really no way you don't know anything about her?

Perhaps you don't read the news or you haven't seen her wanted posters in all its glory. Perhaps you knew and are just dipping your hand in with hidden intent. Perhaps you're just dumb. Either way, she'll know soon enough.

Rather than subtly forcing you to outright say who you are, Kafka played the slow—yet fun—game.

You went from conversing, to going on dates, to walking together in the sunset.

And not once has she seen you feel threatened around her, or even show a hint of your plans to capture her. Every last bit of you was adorable as she thought. That surprises her for a bit. However, not for long.

"This gift is handmade, my efforts and results. Accept it, dear." People's fun has to end one way or another

Her voice makes your ears ring, it gives you a headache. As much you want to cover your ears and muffle her sickly sweet voice, you can't. Your hand is trembling. It is too heavy to move, and you already feel bile rising up on your throat.

It was going well. Now you're asking yourself why we're you sitting on the ground, bathing in a puddle of blood.

Huh...? She told you in one of your dates she was going to gift you a big surprise, you weren't expecting a surprise that makes you fall on your knees at the sight in a different way.

Why... Why is this happening?

You get up on your feet and run away as fast as you can, just anyhow to get away from her.

"Don't try to back out now... You're hurting my feelings." Her footsteps were slow, loud, impending.

Tap, tap, tap, tap—

"You wanted to get to know me too, didn't you? Are you not liking what you see? Are you not liking the real me?" She tries to convince you.

Tap, tap, tap—

"Come on, don't be shy, I don't bite, I promise, come out now. You can't hide forever, can you?" She hums, as if to harmonize it with her footsteps.

Tap.

"Found you."

Don't just walk straight into the cobwebs and try to leave so quickly, for the more you struggle to escape, the more you get tangled and stuck in it.

Himeko wanted you join her, to board the Astral Express, telling you all sorts of stuffs about how amazing it would be to travel all across the cosmos.

You were there to support her from the start, she wished the same for the end.

You admired her ambitions and pushed her up to reach it. Himeko wanted you to be with her when she does so.

Himeko loved you dearly, the way you would encourage her on her adventures, the way you'd still swallow the last drop of coffee she made for you even though it's hard to swallow, the way you would hold her hand and tell directly that things will go the way she would want it.

She loved the way you can easily melt her heart with those genuine words and touch.

But when you declined and said that you will only be there to watch her fulfill her dreams. It was difficult to take in, but she wasn't able to press further.

And so she conducts the train without you. Only occasionally visiting your home world, then to leave, for there's more other pressing matters.

But the more she embarks, the more she learns and develop her own mindset.

For Himeko, trailblazing follows an unspoken set of steps to commit. Board the train, build immovable and precious memories, then disembark.

In other words, leave. It's difficult, but Himeko's determination perseveres, no matter how many of her short time companions leave her, she will still traverse the stars.

Himeko is the conductor, the train needs her to move.

But she needs you to move. Right now, she needs to hear your voice, your way of lightening up her day with little to no effort. So things will be alright with her. No matter how lonely it gets, no matter how much difficult it is to preserve these memories, she can still retell those adventures with you.

"Isn't that right? [Name]?" She puts her cup of coffee, gazing at the coffee table, then takes a moment to admire the scenery of the window, showing the stars of the universe at full display along with the planet close enough to visualize, then you.

The couch you were sitting on were the same as where Himeko sits. You felt compelled to move away from her, yet she will only move closer. "Don't be shy, it's just the two of us here. The others are away." She gestures at the window. "If you're worried about PomPom, they're in a different room."

She holds your hand tightly, things will go the way she would want it, not the way you would want.

"Please don't leave me. You wouldn't wanna make me lonely, would you?" She holds your hand closer to her face.

Declining isn't an option anymore.

[yanderehsr]

I saw the "Veronica open the door!" ask so now I gotta request the same thing but with yandere Himeko, Kafka, and Natasha, please!

Okay, Hope you'll enjoy😁

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping

Himeko: Harsh desperate knocks can be heard at first, she is pounding on the other side of the door while yelling at you to come out, she doesn't sound angry at you tho, more like desperate for you to come out, she needs to hold you.

Himeko will stop knocking after a while, you are confused, did she finally give up. That hope will quickly vanish as you hear weird sounds on the other side of the door. Himeko screws off the hinges of the door and just removes it, if there is no way to get you then she'll just make a way.

"Did you really think a door would keep me away from you, I'm a mechanic for aeons sake, now come here and let me hug you or you will face consequences"

Kafka: There isn't much knocking from her, more threats than anything, she makes threats on everything she can, from your friends to your family, she promises to not hurt them as long as you come out and come with her willingly, she enjoys the game of cat and mouse, just not when she is the one loosing.

If that doesn't work then Kafka's last drop of patience will have been spilled, you are comming out and if she has to shoot down the door to make it happen then so be it. she doesn't care that you broke up with her, she didn't accept it so you are still hers.

"This little charade has gone on long enough, you will come with me before the last of my mercy is gone, do you understand"

Natasha: Desperate banging could be heard along with her begging you to come out. You had just gone through a pretty bad break up with her and this is the consequences of that, she who is usually so calm and collected is begging for you to come back.

Natasha believes that the world is much to horrible for you, she needs to be there to protect you, you need her. You hear shuffling on the other side before the banging becomes heavier, like she is using something as a ram, you get your answer when the door breaks down and you see her holding her gun, she is aiming it at your legs, you will come with her or else.

"Now come with me, I wont accept no for an answer, either you come back willingly or I'll drag you back limp, your choice"

[cloudshuffle]

Hi hi! This is the first time I’m ever req something so if this isn’t something you can do, it’s okay!

Can I request Himeko or Danheng with a silent partner? Like they speak when spoken to and they like their presence so they just kind of follow them around like a lost puppy.

Thank you!

himeko

you're very sweet, the way you trail after her from room to room as she does her tasks. you're unobtrusive either, hovering around like an adorable little shadow, content to just be by her side.

"won't you have a seat?"

you jump. himeko smiles faintly, patting the stool next to her.

"uh- uh... it's okay..." you look down at your feet, fiddling with your fingers.

"come on darling, i insist."

dan heng

one introvert meets another introvert, you suppose. since he doesn't quite go anywhere during his waking hours, you're always sequestered in the data bank with him, doing your own thing while he does his.

it's the ultimate test of spending quality time together as a love language. depending on you, he'd like having you curled up in his lap or into his side, but if you don't like physical contact, that's fine too. he's just happy to be anywhere with you.

"do you want coffee?" he asks, getting to his feet.

you shake your head before you can register the question. actually coffee sounded like a great idea... the data bank was always so cold, and you didn't want to sleep quite yet. but he's already slipping out of the room on quiet feet.

you look back at your work. well, too late now.

dan heng returns shortly after with two cups of coffee. "here," he says, handing you one. "i know you wanted some."

[ruciel]

For the request can I please have Yandere Topaz, Himeko, Robin, and Jade comforting reader who has nightmare

yandere topaz is somewhat of a heavy sleeper, she works long hours, and rests for very few. but her fifth senses wake her, red alarm bells going off, her first instinct is to feel around for you in the bed. thankfully, you’re still there. but you’re quivering like a leaf. topaz feels around for you, but you don’t respond, completely still and completely silent. what’s wrong? are you okay? you’re hesitant to respond, only quietly murmuring that you had a nightmare. you come off as unbothered but topaz is unconvinced. she wraps her arms around your shoulders and pulls you in for a tight hug, patting your head gently. she’s worried for you, but doesn’t wish to pressure you into saying anything, only offering words of reassurance, i’m here to listen if you’d like. if you don’t say anything that’s fine, she’s holding you too tight to leave her grasp anyway. but if you do tell her, even if it’s just a little about the horrible dream, topaz will be happy you opened up to her. she doesn’t want to be overbearing, nor does she want to overwhelm you. it seems her pets have also sensed your distress, as you feel more and more weight get added to the already over-cushioned bed. they cuddle you, similarly like how they do with topaz, and you can’t help but reach out to feel their fur and pet them. it distracts you. you’re surprised topaz hadn’t pressed further, but realistically, you know she’s very self-aware of when to stop prying and being invasive. her presence alone is very comforting, and it even brings a smile to your face when you feel her hand find yours and give it a small squeeze.

yandere himeko stays up far later than you do. she likes to take time to unwind and relax in the evening. what better way to do that than settle in bed and read while you sleep beside her? himeko’s dim lamplight is on, and she skims the novel in her right hand as she lazily runs her hands through your hair with her left hand. a faint, almost soundless, noise comes from you. she thinks nothing of it until it happens again, this time, you twitch. her eyes drift to your figure, setting her book down, not caring if she loses her place as you stir even more. himeko places a tender hand on your shoulder, shaking you. she frowns after seeing tears already beginning to form in your closed eyes, this time, she calls your name. slowly, you wake up, eyes bleary as you avert your eyes from the light coming from the bedside table. you open your mouth to say something, but she softly shushes you, shh, it’s alright dear. she wipes your tears away, holding the side of your face, all the while she assures you that it was just a dream. that no one, and nothing, will ever come to harm you— that she will make sure of. himeko places a chaste kiss on the top of your forehead. you’re still shaken up, and she offers to brew you a cup of coffee. it will keep you up for awhile, but it may take your mind off things for now… if you agree, she’ll invite you into the kitchenette of the express. himeko will tell you all about the book she’s been reading over a nice cup of coffee. if you disagree, she’ll lay in bed with you for little longer. himeko will let you cry in her arms if you need to, patient as ever, you’ll likely open up to her about the nightmare, and she’ll soothe your nerves while she kisses you more.

yandere robin is very careful with you when you sleep. she spends quite a bit of time outside of the dreamscape, but you do not because you are safe and often enjoy passing time there while waiting for robin to return to penacony. for whatever reason, you seem to always have nightmares after leaving the dreamscape. she’s made her bed especially tailored to your liking, the mattress is the right amount of firm while also being comfortable. it has as many pillows as you want, varying in size, and made with your wants in mind. and the sheets and blankets are a colour chosen by none other than yourself, there are enough he to keep you happy, but not too much that they’re too heavy on you when you sleep. but robin still frets over you when you’re laying down in her bed, trying to get some sleep, and tonight is no different. as she gets into her night attire, she can’t help but noticing you squirm around under the blankets. hurriedly, yet quietly, she makes her way to the side of the bed, sitting down and leaning over your unconscious figure. robin doesn’t want to disturb you, she doesn’t like waking you up because she knows how important rest is. so she sings, chanting a sweet lullaby that she remembers fondly from her childhood. the hymn reaches you, even in your deep sleep. robin observes as your once uncomfortable expression turns calm. she wonders what you’re dreaming of now. what you see when she sings to you in your sleep. robin’s tune fades into quiet humming, and she manoeuvres under the covers to join you. she never does stop singing to you, even if it’s only a mere whisper now. robin won’t bother you about it in the morning, unless you bring it up. even if you do not know it, she still wishes to protect you in your sleep.

yandere jade recognises the sounds of your silent cries and whimpers from anywhere. even if she’s in a deep slumber, jade simply knows when you are so much as slightly unhappy. lifting the sleeping mask off of her eyes, she tilts her head and gets a good look at you. you’re shaken up, she can tell that much in her groggy state. although you don’t make your anxieties known, you’re curled up into yourself, pulled away from her with a distant look on your face. her voice startles you when she suddenly speaks up, you had thought she was still asleep, what’s wrong darling? bad dream? hesitantly nodding, she whispers a few apologies as she leans over to you and pulls you closer to her. you allow her to do as she pleases, sitting upright as she positions you to lean back against her. i have you, you’re okay. focus on your breathing. you do, calming yourself and trying to steady your breaths. what you remember from the nightmare repeats endlessly in your mind, and jade can still sense your discomfort. she asks if you want or need anything, maybe some water? it wouldn’t hurt, and though she’s displeased to be away from you, even for such a short while, jade fetches a glass of water for you, and even some snacks. by now, the two of you are well awake. you’re sorry to have woken her, but jade dismisses it. if you’re ever struggling with anything she wants you to come to her. eventually you tell her about the nightmare, she listens intently and occasionally holds your hand or rubs your arm. by the time you’re finished, you’re fatigued and become drowsy, but still apprehensive about falling back asleep. jade assures you that you will be okay, saying she’ll go back to sleep with you. but she lies, she doesn’t. jade waits for you to fall back asleep, she’s not tired anymore, and will make sure you aren’t plagued by any terrible dreams this time.

[stale-trash]

˚ʚꨄ︎ɞ˚ ᴅʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴜᴘ ˚ʚꨄ︎ɞ˚

ᴄᴡ: ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ/ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ʟᴏᴀᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀᴠ ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴇʟᴛ, ʜɪᴍᴇᴋᴏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴀꜰᴋᴀ ɪɴꜰʟᴜᴇɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ? (ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴀ/ɴ: ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ᴄᴇʟʟ, @mini-ism

Welt Yang - teaches you!

This arrangement arose from the time you asked for fashion advice from the man. He was someone you went to regardless of topic for those easily digestible explanations, so why would this be any different? 

Welt meets your expectations and exceeds them as per usual. The outfits he creates with you best compliments your form - seamlessly incorporating your preferred style and elevating it. Slowly but surely, your wardrobe is impacted by his influence. With the clothes he bought alongside you and various accessories that he personally teaches you how to properly wear, it's hard to find an article not linked to him in some manner.

It's important for him to be subtle with his ulterior motives. Teaching you the basics of cohesive and practical dressing is important, but the opportunity to dress you up with little resistance is unbelievably tempting. For that to occur, Welt ensures to spread his influence at a snail's pace, always course-correcting based on your responses. Slow and steady does win the race for a reason.

Ambiguity is imperative to him. Maintaining the image of the resident wise mentor figure as he carefully guides you into making the first move is key to avoiding any…unnecessary actions. Observant ones would simply raise an eyebrow at it all, having no concrete proof of any questionable behavior on his part, and the more oblivious would see him as nothing more than a doting mentor. The perverted would recognize their kin, but to judge would be hypocritical. 

By the time he has you willingly modeling clothes that show more than they hide, you'd be firmly in his grasp. It'd be best for you to be ignorant of the depths of his emotions and simply accept the sanitized version. It's more romantic, you see; your long-time crush reciprocating your feelings is a more heart-warming story than one of a perverted man manipulating you. 

Ignorance is bliss, just leave the burden of knowing the unsavory truth to him.

Kafka - infects you!

The Stellaron Hunter is notoriously elusive in a variety of manners. She is as mysterious as she is dangerous, unpredictable as she is fearless, confident as she is hypnotic - to be caught in her web is inevitable.

It's hard to pin-point when exactly your unconscious conceded self-expression into her hands. Maybe it was gradual, your control over your clothes slowly crumbling as her web tightened around you. Maybe various coats encroach upon your wardrobe the longer she trespasses upon your life. Maybe you gravitate towards clothes she'd approve the more she looks over you out of fear, validation, or a sickening mix.

Or maybe, it happened overnight - either way, your wardrobe is now infested with coats. 

Some come in pairs, intended to be worn as a matching set, and others have clear owners. Some are still warm, and others emanate a soft scent. All make you sick, and none you can avoid.

To free yourself now is nothing more than a far-gone dream. Every movement entangles you further into her intoxicating embrace. 

She calls it beauty, you call it cruelty.

No matter what you did or said, nothing could possibly faze the woman. Even now, Kafka smiled softly, her plush lips glistening with the motion yet her eyes reflected that indescribable emotion. It’s too complicated and intense to simply be blank, yet too unfeeling and unnerving to be anything else. 

“Go on,” she cooed, her words wrapping around your form akin to the coat hanging off your shoulders, “give me a twirl~”

Kafka’s ‘request’ was punctuated with a little handwave, her silver rings catching the dim lights. It was clear all her focus was on you - her little model wearing nothing but a custom-tailored coat - as she sipped her wine lazily. 

So you twirled. You ignored how the cool night air caressed your clammy skin. You ignored how her scent permeated your skin and clogged your nose. You ignored how her coat brushed against your bare skin as if she was behind you, caressing your skin. You ignored the glimpses of your reflection and Kafka’s pleased expression. You ignored how she hummed in appreciation.

You ignored the burst of pride within you.

“Keep it,” she drawled as she swirled her wine like a sommelier, “you’re quite the sight.” 

You ignored the gentle waves of gratefulness that washed over your taut body. 

More coats now occupy your closet, and more emanate a familiar soft scent.

Himeko - dresses you!

Knowledgeable, confident, and elegant - these words might as well be synonyms for the navigator of the Astral Express. She inspires with her words and actions, a role-model for all.

It’s hard not to feel a bit underwhelming when you’re next to her. Like a shadow beneath the fire, it was simply nature - the laws of physics at work. Some were just meant to be more radiant than others and you’ve come to terms with it. Yet, you never considered the possibility that the light would shine above you, gently casting away your shadowy covers. 

Your closet was restructured carefully in her vision for you. It was hard to disagree with her when she was simply so radiant, washing away every one of your concerns with her warm touch. 

Whenever you got dressed for the day, you could feel her guidance surrounding you - her radiance casting away the dullness that perpetually surrounded you. Her approving smile and warm caresses only certified how right you were to trust her; she would never lead you astray.

But Himeko did. 

Her vision for you was a caged bird, a sight only she could enjoy. 

She’ll water you with compliments whenever you comply with her vision, and appreciate how you blossom under her care. She’ll prune any unwanted behavior with a little punishment, and cultivate you back onto her desired path.

Every outfit you now wear has a rose somewhere - whether it be an accessory or embedded within your clothes. The soft yet bitter aroma of coffee permeated your very being like a permanent fragrance. But for Himeko, this was far from enough.

What good was an invisible cage? A sign unreadable by most? A collar with no owner’s name?

It was cute when you didn’t understand her vision, yet imperative that others do. So she’d personally dress you in clothes that emulated the spirit of her own, occasionally giving you her own pieces to wear.

Your cute concerns would be washed away with a warm smile and an even warmer touch. Don’t you want to boost your confidence? What better way than to dress like her - to look like her?

One day, it’ll be her coat she helps you wear properly, even adjusting it throughout the day with a genial smile. Another day, it’ll be a matching golden rose choker she snaps onto your neck.

But her favorite look on you is a red toga dress with a white lining with the high slit on the right-side. Together, you’d match as perfect inverses of each other. Some days, she’d give you the accompanying black mini-skirt, gently forcing you to sit on her bed as she slipped it onto your legs. Yet, most of the time, your legs were exposed to Himeko’s delight. Her hands would rest against your thigh like another accessory, and caress your skin ever so gently until it was rubbed raw. There was no need to hide your beauty from her, she’d reason, it was just the two of you here.

Her vision was lost on you, but you were happy -  happy to finally shine as brightly as your beloved navigator. It didn’t matter - or perhaps register - that your only appreciator was Himeko.

[la2yn0va]

Hello there! Can i request yandere astral express x male reader headcanons, please?

No.

……..

………

Okay fine (you didn’t specify if you wanted them separate or together…so I’ll just do them together)

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So here’s what they individually are like with you. March is pretty overbearing and clingy. Himeko is teasing and possessive, welt and dan heng are protective and slightly manipulative, Caelus/stelle are impulsive and obsessive.

Welt and dan heng would often pry March away from you, which then leads to Himeko stealing you away from them and kissing all over your neck. Which leads to everyone glaring at her and pulling you to them for their own kisses.

When it’s your turn to go on a mission, they all volunteer to help you. So you’d have to choose who you wanted to come, but they didn’t seem to like that idea.

So they made a system. A point system. Whoever gets or has the most points given by you gets to go on the expedition with you.

Your teammate most of the time is either dan heng or Himeko. Welt Yang and March are both pretty depressed at your favoritism but it’s really just cause they’re the most relaxed.

Caelus/Stelle are very depressed they can’t hang out with you more. In belabog they had to go with March and dan heng. In the luofu it was welt and March, and dan heng in the end.

Speaking of, when dan heng left, Himeko felt euphoric like she never felt before. She had you all to herself, such a rare moment like this cannot go to waste.

Himeko practically glued you to her lap, caressing your body and peppering you with kisses while drinking tea (fuckin brits)

Then when you reached penacony, you spent all your time being attached to stelle/caelus, until they met a stranger called firefly, that’s when you managed to escape

March 7th has pictures of you sleeping, dan heng has a secret diary where he writes observations about you—same with welt. Himeko and Caelus/Stelle have a piece of your clothing.

When on expeditions, their top priority (besides sealing a stellaron) is to protect you. They also most definitely have killed a few people who’re eyeing you.

March is bloody with her kills. Welt is the cleanest as he just sucks up their bodies into a black hole. Himeko saws her victims in half, dan heng stabs them to death and Caelus/Stelle bash their brains in.

Just like the quintet, you have accessories from them. Himeko gave you a necklace, dan heng gave you an attachment for your weapon, welt gave you a glove, march gave you a sticker on your clothes, and Caelus/stelle gave you a phone case.

you most definitely have bruises/transparent lip stick marks in your neck from how hard they kissed you there.

Himeko and March love your waist, Dan heng loves your collarbone, welt is a fan of your neck, and Caelus/Stelle love your cheeks.

They definitely have reservations for sleeping on your shoulder.

-The end-

I didn’t expect this to be this short

[yandere-sins]

Coffee Break

a/n: I love them so much ♥ And I can imagine they are one of the few couples that can absolutely wear their darling down into forced compliancy. Which is also the only compliancy in yandere I can accept. Dedicating this to @yandere-romanticaa for inspiring me to actually sit down and edit my story!! Hope you guys enjoy ♥

Fandom: Honkai Star Rail Characters: Yandere!Himeko x GN!Reader x Yandere!Welt Yang Warnings: Yandere, Minor Sexual Content (Innuendos, Dessous, Dub-Con Touches/Kisses, Hinting at sexual activities), Mention of Punishments, Kidnapping, Possessiveness, Broken Darling, Long Post

"Come now," Himeko chuckled, holding out her hand toward you invitingly. 

Excitement and adoration were sprinkled into her expression, her palm so open and tempting despite you knowing it would be cold and rigid once your hand rested in hers. Fingers curling around yours like a little cage of bones and nails digging into your skin possessively. She gestured for you to get out of bed and come to her, holding the—usually double-locked—door to Welt's room open for you.

"No one's here right now. Walk with me, please?"

You hesitated despite her beckoning, wrapping your soft blanket tighter around your body as if it were your shield. With Himeko, you never knew if it was safe to go to her; too many secrets hidden behind her smile. Compared to Welt, who carried his love for you on his sleeve, was open with and sometimes overshared his intentions, Himeko tended to test you. An invitation like this could have been a plot to lure you from one bed to another, stealing you from her partner-in-crime, which would only end in you being punished—not her. It was all under the guise of testing your love for her, both of them needing to believe you loved them more than the other, but going about it in different ways. They had a strict schedule about who got you when, after all. But Himeko liked bending the rules in ways she knew Welt wouldn't fight her over. 

But when you saw the twitch in Himeko's smile, a dangerous indication of her patience with you running out, you forced yourself to peel out of your cocoon and walk towards her. At the end of every defiance, you feared all the means she had to get you to move too much to resist her invitation. Her gaze followed your every move, a delighted hum escaping her as she noticed yet another new outfit Welt bought you, the fabric as red as her hair, but the coverage barely existed as was intended for a skimpy negligee that Welt so liked. He enjoyed providing you with the finer things in life, and Himeko had no reason to argue with him when she appreciated the view of her darling's body being caressed by silk and velvet just as much, the fabrics dancing and playing around your curves. Revealing just enough to remind her of the last time she had you in her bed, beneath her fingertips and lips.

To your surprise, you two passed by her room as she dragged you after her. Usually, your trips outside were sparse and short to avoid curious onlookers you knew resided on the Express but never met in all your time here. Himeko and Welt were busy enough sharing your attention between themselves; they didn't want to risk any more eyes catching a glimpse of their treasured pet. Sharing wasn't the easiest for them, so they sneakily avoided the others by keeping you in either of their rooms most of the time. Gagged and bound if necessary. 

It had been a long time since your last "tantrum", and you were running low on energy after what felt like years since Himeko took you away from your homeland. But time wasn't linear in space, and you had no idea how much of it had passed, only ever watching the stars twinkle by outside your window. Just like they did in the hallway as you passed room after room of the passenger quarters, the engine not rumbling beneath your cold, barefooted feet for once as you hurried after Himeko, her hand threateningly tight around yours. As if it was a silent reminder to be nice. To play along. 

The parlor car hadn't changed ever since you boarded the train. No one besides you two resided in it, which was disappointing yet expected. Himeko wouldn't take you for a stroll if she feared anyone could be sneaking a glance at her beloved, aside from Pom-Pom. Then again, it wasn't like Pom-Pom had spared you a speck of attention ever since they got reprimanded for it by Himeko. Now, the two of you ignored each other whenever you did meet. 

She led you to one of the fancy lounge chairs, and immediately, you were hit with the unmistakable smell of freshly brewed coffee, a pot and cup already standing ready on the table. Unfortunately, the smell of coffee had become one of your most hated scents, reminding you too much of the captor at fault for most of your misery. But when Himeko took a seat, smiling up at you from below as she asked you to come closer, tugging at your hand urgently, you knew you were in for another taste of bitterness. 

The chair didn't provide enough space for both of you, but with your legs draped over hers and your body pressed against Himeko's, you two managed. The more closeness she had to you, the better, and it allowed her to hold both of her favorite things at the same time—the coffee cup and you. 

"Here's a little treat for someone who's been good all week," she chimed merrily, reaching for the cup and holding it out to you. Your mind was hesitant to take it, counting down the pros and cons of accepting her "kindness". Knowing that Himeko expected more from you than merely holding the warm porcelain in your palms. Still, your body moved on its own, worn down from so many refusals and punishments that had chipped away at your resistance. As always, it had the perfect temperature, your cold hands warming up, and you shivered lightly, realizing just how cold you were. No wonder you liked to bundle up so much, considering your body was aching from the lack of true warmth and clothes around you. 

"Feel free to take a sip, Darling," Himeko encouraged you, her hand coming to rest on your thigh, her thumb tracing back and forth reassuringly. Her touch was an unnerving feeling, too light, too kind, when you knew the destruction it could bring. Your body had felt enough stinging pain and searing burns to know better than to fall for the tenderness in her caresses. The heavy scent of coffee rose to your nose from below, enveloping you almost like a caffeine drug. Himeko's fingers pressed down a little harder, a little more urgently, and you knew the only way to rest her mind was to obey.

Pressing the porcelain edge to your lips, you allowed the heavy liquid to slip into your mouth, coating the inside in bitter and tangy tastes while it slid down your throat. The drink was as putrid as your captor, rich in flavor that lingered too long to enjoy, just like Himeko's touches, unwanted but unforgettable. These sensations would forever stay with you, whether you wanted or not. As you swallowed the coffee, for a moment, it felt like it was strangling you, violently demanding appreciation that you couldn't give, viciously and hot. You flinched because of the unexpected high temperature of the beverage, burning your tongue as it made its way over it, and quickly stopped drinking more than a small sip. That was enough to leave an aftertaste so nasty you wanted to cry.

"How adorable~" she murmured, and you felt a rush of shame flood your face as you felt vulnerable, jerking from a sip of bitter coffee. Himeko's preferred way of preparing her coffee wasn't as easy on the stomach for someone who rarely got to taste it, and the cold aftertaste after the pain settled down was worse than that of a cigarette, lingering too long and overstaying its welcome. Still, her hand squeezing your thigh before releasing it briefly—no burn or cut or bruise left where she touched you—told you she was satisfied, and you handed the cup back, catching the glint of delight in her eyes as you watched her drink.

Holding the coffee to her own lips, she let the aroma tickle her senses for a long moment. With her eyes closed and a content smile playing around the corners of her mouth, she appreciated her favorite smell. You'd never be able to see eye to eye with her, be it in choice of drink or kidnapping and keeping you like a bed-pet locked in her room. Yet, you almost had to admire her for the serenity she displayed, sipping her coffee from the same spot on the cup you had drank from while continuing to caress your thigh over her legs. Himeko looked like she had no worries and no rush. Living completely in the moment while you felt stuck in a loop of your past, unable to ever move on from it. She massaged your skin under her dainty fingertips, running her nails up and down your leg while reveling in her coffee, a pleased sigh escaping her when she lowered the cup.

"Himeko–!"

The sudden call of her name was preceded by a loud bang as the door to the parlor car flew open, and you jumped, almost causing Himeko to spill coffee all over herself. Lucky for you, she had a steady grip on both you and the cup, saving you from more punishment than her nails cutting into your leg accidentally from the movement. 

Through the door, Welt ran in, eyes blown wide, frantically searching for his long-time travel companion. Himeko, in turn, took another sip of her coffee, unbothered or perhaps having expected this reaction from him. Welt's eyes snapped to the prominent red of Himeko's hair, then came to an abrupt halt on you, immediately softening as he blew out a breath of relief. 

"Say 'hello' to Mr. Yang, Dear."

Himeko nudged you, an amused smile on her face, and you raised your hand half-heartedly in a greeting before tugging it back against your stomach, making yourself small. Welt drove his hand through his hair before letting out a sigh. "Couldn't you have told me?" he asked, clearly distressed, though Welt tried to sound calm while eyeing Himeko with a mix of agitation and annoyance. "I come home, and our darling is gone!"

Welt wasn't a man who got angry easily and without reason, but had you had any sympathy for him in this situation, you could understand how the disappearance of a person he kept locked away and safe might cause panic. However, when he crossed the distance in long, confident strides, stepping up next to Himeko's and your chair, his palm on your back was gentle, just like the longing, reverent kiss he planted lovingly on the top of your head. 

"Hello, you two," he formally greeted you, his expression softening and voice calming down with affection for you, the panic almost a thing of the past. All the tension left him with another sigh, making him look like an old man, and he sunk into the chair across from Himeko and you. However, the reflection in his eyes was always you, as if he was scared to lose you from his sight again. 

You heard the pitter-patter of small, squeaky feet hurrying over, Pom-Pom setting down another cup, and you met the shining blue eyes of the small creature, wondering what they saw when they looked at you. But just as quickly, they walked away, unbothered by your silent plea for help. It was another bitter reminder that Himeko was in charge. In charge of you.

"I thought you'd be out a bit longer, Welt. I'm surprised to see you so soon."

"My trip didn't take that long. I just wanted to look around the shops for a little while the other three went to do their thing."

"Not so eager to join them this time, are we?"

"I could say the same about you, Himeko."

To the untrained eye and ear, their banter and smiles were friendly conversations, but you heard both Himeko's "Why are you back so soon? I wanted more time with our Darling alone" and Welt's "I also wanted to use this chance to spend some time with them, now that the others are gone". They were nice to each other but, at the same time, jealous about the opportunity the other interrupted. 

"Why don't you pour Mr. Yang some coffee, Dearest?" Himeko suddenly turned her attention to you. You were torn out of your thoughts, needing a moment to understand what she was saying and making her chuckle at your clueless look before you put yourself into motion, sliding off her and onto your feet. With both of them present, there was no time for defiance, even though you were sure Welt would soften any punishment Himeko could come up with for you. However, his restraints would still hurt. 

As if walking over to him in your skimpy clothes and pouring him a cup of Himeko's coffee like a servant wasn't enough punishment.

Himeko didn't release you from her hold without another possessive squeeze, fingertips digging deep into your skin as if to leave her scorching marks on your body. As if she hated the idea you'd come to forget her the moment she let go. Her hands never left you completely until you stood on your feet, the cold floor stinging against your bare skin. Her touch remained like a ghost on your back and arm while you felt her eyes follow your every step, dragging from your head to toe as she enjoyed the view. 

Picking up the pot, you stood next to Welt as you poured his coffee, feeling rigid and cold, while it was his turn to feel you up. His hand strategically ran up your thigh, brushing aside the red silk and exposing more of your body to him, his attention more on the few glimpses he got of your body than the cup you were filling for him, his gaze wantonly and full of desire. Even when his fingers snaked beneath the elastics that kept the fabric snug to your body, you knew he wasn't just innocently admiring something pretty but rather soaking in the knowledge of how you felt beneath his touch, his thoughts never as chaste as he made his intentions out to be.

"You're a marvel, Darling," he muttered, and your skin erupted in goosebumps hearing his words so full of conviction. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to your arm, lips lingering for a tad too long in his worship. There was no insincerity in his affection, but it wasn't something you could completely let yourself fall into, knowing that for every finger you gave him, he'd take your whole hand.

If looks could gobble someone up, Welt would have devoured completely. Just like he dominated every second of your attention when you two were alone, you could clearly see the longing in his eyes. The very same one that never seemed to be satisfied, no matter how many hours you writhed beneath him. The same one that drove him to sketch a million poses of you, but in the end... It was never enough for him.

"Thank you, my Dear," he hummed, a smile playing around his lips as Welt received the cup from you. However, he set it down just as quickly, instead catching your hand to kiss the top of your knuckles, his other hand too occupied being stuck beneath your ass, squeezing and nudging your inner thigh with his fingertips. It had only been half a day, and you could feel his yearning for you in every gesture and every devoted glance. 

You shuddered, squeezing your eyes shut while you took a deep breath to calm yourself, hoping it would be over soon. That, whatever either of them planned, would pass quickly, and you'd be able to hide beneath the blankets again, alone, your only place of comfort. 

You were surprised when Welt let your hand go, trying his coffee and complimenting the chef even though you knew he wasn't the biggest fan of the bitterness either. You couldn't fathom that your life could be like this, easy and without either of them trying to harm you anymore. That there could actually be a time when you three lived in truce, undisturbed by bickering and fighting over you, or you trying your darndest best not to bend to their will. It was oddly peaceful, even though every nerve in your body tingled, knowing it was wrong. Expecting something to happen any second now.

As if you were undeserving of peace.

"Come here," you heard Himeko say from behind you, and you looked back over your shoulder, her hand stretched out expectantly toward you. Inviting, waiting. Again, it made you fearful, but you took it without hesitations this time, a slight tug from her enough to release you from Welt while she brought you back to her chair and lap, fluffing out her coat to envelop you in it. It was warm, and you snuggled in before you knew what was happening. She and Welt had a civil, yes even friendly conversation. And for the first time, it wasn't about you despite your presence. Like ordinary people, drinking their coffee, with their pet human sprawled over one of their laps, graced with smiles from across the table ever so often, and you began to wonder.

When did things change?

When was the last time you fought against them? Struggled and screamed from the top of your lungs? Begged Pom-Pom for help? You thought it was only yesterday that you threw that damn coffee cup across the train, but you drank it today without complaint. When had you last disobeyed, not to give in right away, but stay defiant and with the goal of being free in mind? Now you were fumbling the seams of a negligee you weren't as embarrassed being seen in anymore by your captors. All of your body told you you were still fighting, denying the existence of peace between you three. 

But as you sat on Himeko's lap, watching the stars twinkle through the big window and listened to their laughter and cheerful voices, you realized it had been a while since you fought for yourself. At some point, you had just… stopped.

And this was the reward. 

Warmth. Serenity. 

Tenderness, kindness, love.

Himeko took you outside because you were behaving well. Because she could trust you wouldn't run or do something she disapproved of. Welt had been worried, but when you greeted him, even he had realized everything was okay. She told you what to do, and you did it, even if it meant serving your captor, not wanting to cause a scene anymore. You feared punishment, but neither of them had even threatened it. You had just… given up. 

Tears shot into your eyes as you realized your compliance. How your body was schooled to mistrust after all this time, yet you still did as you were told without arguing, even if it hurt you. Little by little, they had chipped away at your resistance, punishment turning into reward. Cold into warmth. Anger into peace. You had long feared these people, yet you were resting your head against Himeko's shoulder, waving at Welt, the corners of your lips even quirking into a smile unintentionally when you caught him smiling at you. You always thought the life they forced you into was scary.

But were you still living in the same horror as before?   

[limerenceheart]

yandere requests hmm … what about. mr yang.

i love that old man so much pls i’d love to hear any thoughts u have about him

hello! this was a little bit hard since there is barely any contents/information about Welt so it's quite short.

Sorry! but please send in more requests because my inbox is empty.

trigger warning - age gaps and grooming and blackmail

I feel like Welt's approach/reaction would revolves around the age gap.

big age gap -

If the darling was around the same age as March 7th, he would tried to stay away from her and tried his damn hardest to shut her out from his mind.

Welt didn't want to be a predator and she should date guys her own age.

The thing is whenever Welt would overhead talks of her potential dates, it would leave a sour taste inside his mouth.

At this point, Welt would be sneaky by inserting suggestions and opinions.

"Oh (y/n), I've heard that he can be quite foul temper so it would be a sensible idea to reject him, I'm only concerned about your well being.

The young girl would buy his lie along with thanking him and Welt would conceal his true intentions with a smile.

"Mr Yang, could you help me?"

Welt would be delighted but the formality would always reminds him that he was just her senior.

It wasn't ideal but he was fine about it and prefer to watch her from the shadows.

Unless, she does something incredibly stupid and would need to swoop in to save her.

Welt never wanted that day to arrive but it would be a relief to no longer play the charade.

similar/smaller age gap

If his beloved was around Himeko's age, he would avoid for different reasons like wanting to be professional.

The age gap would speed up the events though since Welt's reasoning would disappear quicker.

The main difference that his darling would figure out about his ill intentions.

Unfortunately, Welt's age experience taught him how to blackmail someone and he did it within a heartbeat.

"Fuck off, Welt." (y/n)'s foul language wasn't enough to wrap his arm around her shoulder at an official party.

"Now dear, no need to be shy."

It was enough for (y/n) to be stunned into silence.

[wishluc]

HSR made my crush on Himeko worse. Based off a dream I had

Himeko's gentle smile falters. "Go?" Her thumb caresses the back of your hand, "Where to, my darling?"

Your breath hitches; there's something delightful about the way she looks at you, so filled with love—at least, you think it's love. Though these days, her affectionate gaze is accompanied by a dark glint of something you can't quite put your finger on. A tingling sensation erupts wherever her delicate touch strays, and your heart pounds when she whispers the syllables of your name like it is her most treasured secret.

"To Jarilo-VI," you reply, managing to shake yourself out of the trance, "with the others." Her lips curl disapprovingly, and her grasp tightens momentarily, "And why do you want to go?" Her question stills you. Why? Though the words sound as lovely as anything else she says, they're laced with something dangerous, and it feels more like her demanding your answer rather than asking you. "I'm with the Nameless too," you say, "I should be going with them." Himeko's lips quirk up, but instead of filling you with warmth, her beautiful smile sends chills down your spine. Before saying anything, she gestures over to the table she had set up for the two of you, and you sit down in the empty seat. Himeko makes her way to the other, and you can't help but be envious of her. Her every step is purposeful and confident. It's no wonder everyone is so enamoured with her.

But you're the one she smiles at like this, so you should feel lucky, right?

"Coffee?" She doesn't wait for your reply before serving you hot coffee in a dainty cup—from her personal collection, you note—not a ripple breaking the still surface of the dark, aromatic liquid. It'll be too bitter for your tastes, as always, but your complaints will be brushed off with a soft laugh. At the very least, you are now able to finish your cup and stomach the flavor thanks to Himeko's relentless generosity.

"I think three is a good number," You can make out a hint of something unfamiliar in her voice, though she doesn't look bothered at all, nonchalantly pouring herself a cup, "you should relax, and not worry for them. They can take care of themselves."

"I can take care of myself, too."

She puts the pot aside to look at you, "i know."

"And Himeko," your own smile feels weak now, "I've been cooped up in here for ages."

A perfectly poised eyebrow raises, "surely my company isn't that unbearable?"

"No—" Your protest is cut short when you notice how Himeko's eyes twinkle with mirth, as the tension from before almost dissipates, but you can't bring yourself to give up yet, "you know that's not what I meant."

"I know, darling. You seemed a little tense."

You stare into the cup, seeing your own hazy reflection staring back at you, "But you will consider, won't you? About going to Jarilo-VI?"

"Since you're so insistent," she sighs, "I'll arrange something for the the both of us soon. What do you say?" "...Not in Jarilo-VI?" She blinks at you, before chuckling softly, "dear, no. Somewhere else," She tilts her head to the side, as though in silent contemplation, "I don't have anything particular in mind, but I'm sure something will come along."

"So, I'll have to sit this one out?" The bitterness in your voice comes second only to the coffee Himeko drinks, but she doesn't look perturbed at the slightest. "We," she corrects you gently, "will be staying together on the Express."

Himeko reaches over the table to grab your hand before moving it towards her lips, softly kissing it. She looks up at you from underneath her eyelashes, as though gauging your expression.

"You won't be missing out on any fun just because you're staying on board, you know. I'll make sure our time together is just as...exciting."

You take another sip of coffee, ignoring her coy smile.

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[roseapov]

Companion

[HSR] Himeko x GN!Reader

Tw: obsession, mentions of watching and possessiveness, slight cursing, isolating, manipulation

Povtober 2023, Day 14 [Masterlist]

You woke up yet again in 'your' now new room in the Astral Express. Forbidden from leaving, watched intently by your dearest companion, Himeko.

When Himeko repaired the train, both of you became navigators, leading the Express towards adventures and unseen depths of space.

Your days passed at always being by Himeko's side together with PomPom, even if she prefered your company more.

At first it was fun, soaring the cosmos with your best friend in the newly repaired train, your carefree laughs often welcoming the lounge.

You two were equals, taking care of each other with utmost care, splitting tasks such as navigating and cooking, making sure the other didn't overworked themselves.

But that was all in the past now.

After new crew mates started joining, the amount of the things you were doing instantly decreased. Others started to whisper, why was she keeping a free loader on the board, useless person who does nothing all day.

Himeko started to surround herself with work, not letting you even come close to the maps, making you feel miserable. Are you really this useless that you can't do anything now?!

Not mentioning keeping an eye on you on every expedition, no matter if she went with you or stayed aboard.

But even then, the moments spent outside the train were only a few, as your redhead companion hated seeing you leave.

Her sudden change towards you left you feeling uneasy. Free bird, reduced to bird in a cage in mere moments. Himeko wasn't playing around, and you had enough.

One day on a expedition that thanks to a miracle you were able to attend, you run away.

Now that you think about it, it was very stupid, and you should've just faked your death.

Why do you think so? Oh, no big reason, it's just cause she found you 3 mere days after. Damned Astral Express and hers their connections.

Now you only could gaze through the window, looking at the galaxy, locked in Himeko's room. Where no one could hear nor see you.

No one except her that is.

I'm definitely gonna rewrite it later, but for now it'll suffice, it's not that bad honestly. I may do it longer in the future.

~roseapov

[yanderehsr]

Hey, I don’t know if your requests are open, but if they are can I request the reader confessing and then running away scenario with yandere! jing yuan, dan heng, blade, and himeko please? I love reading your posts <3

Hope you'll enjoy😄

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping

Jing Yuan: He is so smug about it, he loves this situation, you trying to confess to him and all. He honestly thought it was he who would do the confessing but he doesn't mind this at all, he is probably recording the audio so he can listen to it later.

Before you can run away, Jing Yuan will grab your hand gently and kiss your knuckles, all while giving you a gentle smile and accepting your confession. No need for you to know of his plan B in case you didn't love him back.

"I'm so happy that you love me as well, my dear. Now, how about you move in with me... Hmmm, I don't think I'm moving too fast at all"

Dan Heng: He can barely stand up when he hears you confessing, he has never felt such happiness as this moment, it's even hard for him to remain his usual stoic self when you confess to him, he just wants to trap you in his arms and not let go.

Dan Heng notices fast that you run away and quickly hugs you tightly, you have gotten to confess and now it's his turn to do the same. He holds you tightly so he can take his time getting the right words out, he wants you to know exactly how much he loves you.

"I'm so glad you feel the same, it would be an honor to be known as your boyfriend *ahem*, how about a kiss to begin our relationship"

Blade: Now this guy never expected this in a million years, he doesn't see himself as very lovable, but here you are proving him wrong. He listens quietly as you fumble your words out, he wants to record every single word into memory.

As soon as Blade even sees a hint of you trying to run away he already has a firm grip on your wrist as he yanks you towards him, he hugs you from behind, the hold on you tight and possessive, you might even think at this point that confessing was a mistake, but it's too late, you are his.

"I'll be honest and say I wasn't expecting this, well you're stuck with me now, whether you want it so or not"

Himeko: She finds you increadibly adorable when you're trying to confess your feelings for her, she just loves this so much, it's you who confesses, it's you who want this relationship just as much as she wants it.

When you run away Himeko wont even stand up from the chair she's sitting in, there is no way off the train without her permission, you'll come back to apologize for running away, and then she'll accept your confession with a kiss on your lips to seal your fate.

"Well now, darling why don't you kiss back... oh you were surprised, well we can do it again, this time you will kiss back, right"

[cloudshuffle]

Hi, can I please have yandere HSR women (Natasha, Himeko, Kafka, and Jingliu) and their favorite place to kiss?

their favourite places to kiss. yan!hsr women.

natasha

forehead. she's a sweetheart, really - all she wants to do is protect you and keep you safe. (don't mistake intensity for intimacy... ohhhh i have a fic idea...) natasha's kisses are all so pure, so childlike, that it often leaves you to wonder what she really feels for you.

kafka

fingers. if she were any less civilised, you'd find her biting down on your fingertips with her canines like some debauched vampire, but kafka likes to keep things classy. the gesture is so strangely victorian, and so oddly intimate, that you can't help but shudder. kafka doesn't care if it's out of revoltion or something else… she just likes drawing reactions out of you.

jingliu

lips. or... anywhere? i can't say i know much about jingliu, but she does strike me as someone cold and callous, as the mara-struck tend to be. having forgotten the warmth of human love, she tends to go through the motions of actions like kissing, grabbing you roughly and planting her lips wherever she feels.

himeko

cheek. himeko and kafka are on opposite ends of the classy lady spectrum - one unabashed about showing affection, the other reserved about it. himeko can be surprisingly shy about the softer things, and it's the only situation where you ever get to see her blush. kissing you on the cheek toes the line of innocence so finely that it sometimes distracts you from the very real threat of himeko tearing her competitors to shreds.

[yourheart-inmyhands]

Hey, the person that requested Silver Wolf here. I wanted to apologize if my request made you uncomfortable, I always thought of her as a young adult, but I will respect you not wanting to write for her.

Would writing about Himeko be alright? You don't need to do it if you don't want to of course.

my first request for hsr! like i mentioned previously i'm not as well versed on their characters as i am genshin so i apologize if you feel this is a mischaracterization :3c

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including being held against your will, drugging, and other potential themes. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Himeko is still a woman of prestige, her traveling on the Astral Express doesn’t change that and neither does it change her feelings for you. Regardless of where she first sees you, once she sets her mind on having you as her love, she keeps you locked up on the Astral Express with her. PomPom is the only other person who knows of your existence, and it’s simply because he brings you food and water if Himeko has to go off the Express. Aside from that, the others know vaguely that someone else is aboard, but they don’t know who it is or why they’re there. And they certainly know better than to mess with you. Himeko may not be physically strong, but with a special tea she keeps you drowsy. This has you bedridden more often than not, but she’s ok with that, as long as you’re on the Astral Express with her. 

[weirdthinkingdragon]

Why haven't I seen anything yet of yandere welt and himeko sharing you yet? It feels like a crime. The potential of these two being obsessed with you and you having pretty much nowhere to go from also being on the express. The two having you stay with them more and more instead of travelling down and helping the trailblazer. It often leading to somehow you either being coerced into sitting on Welt's lap or face pressed on Himeko's chest. Or somehow even a bit of both from how big the couch is. The two working together flawlessly to drive you deeply into their clutches.

Pompom being too innocent to understand, and saying some really out there things that only drive their obsession to be with and around you even further.

[mutualdemise]

NSFT CW: Mentions of bruising

Yandere! Himeko who smiles at you gently during a group talk discussing the next trailblazing mission, her being the only one who knows about the marks hidden beneath your clothes.

Himeko isn’t the type to mark skin in order to tell others what belongs to her, but rather she prefers being the only one knowing about the light bruises scattered on your hips, the hickeys on your ribs and thighs, a few marvellous secrets that lie just under plain sight.

It’s when you’re left behind on a trailblazing mission with Himeko that you know you’re left scathing by the time everyone else comes back, her painted masterpiece covered with a curtain.

[wishluc]

Himeko's suitcase is filled with all sorts of memorabilia, some functional, others purely ornamental, but almost all sentimental to some degree.

These days, a large part of her collection revolves around you.

There are tools of all sizes, pieces from broken down machinery, old papers, printed photos of the two of you together, a single playing card from the game you played with her last month, broken bits of accessories you've used before, and a letter you wrote for her, teeming with affection. There's also, though cleverly hidden at the bottom, candy wrappers and a sweater you don't wear anymore—though once in a while, you mumble about missing one—a copy of your favorite book, a near-empty jar of the cream you like and scraps from your old weapons.

Her collection is always growing, even if she knows you'll never leave her side, it doesn't hurt to have something of yours when you're away from her, just to pretend like the you're next to her.