#yandere dexter

[everafterhighxreader]

You're A Smart Guy

Pairing(s): Yandere! Dexter Charming x Reader / One-Sided C.A. Cupid x ????

Dexter watched you from behind the wall. You were talking to Raven Queen and Apple, though the conversation didn't seem to be going well with your actions. He looked at the roses in his hand, blushing. he was hoping you would like the pastel f/c roses, but just as he was heading towards you, Lizzie came by and cut his roses-

"Off with their heads!"

Dexter frowned, watching the roses drop to the ground. He threw away the stems, before heading in your direction and sitting down. You saw Dexter and felt bad, so you went in his direction and asked if he was alright.

He blushed when you sat by him and couldn't look at you.

"I wanted to give you some flowers, but Lizzie cut them," he whispered where you could barely hear him.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that? I couldn't hear you."

He repeated himself, a little louder, making you blush.

"Aww, that's sweet." You looked in the direction he had just been in to see the discarded flowers. You got up and grabbed the petals, bringing them back to the table and putting them in your bag.

"They're very pretty. I know what I can do with them," you said, smiling at Dexter, as his whole face stuttered.

"Well-Uh, yeah... I'm glad- uh, you like it- them."

You grabbed his hand, "We should go out, sometime?"

His eyes widened" YES! I mean, yeah. Uh- how about tonight?"

"Sounds lovely," you kiss his cheek, making him blush, as you walked away.

He felt some eyes glaring in his direction and he turned around to see Cupid looking at him. He did something uncharacteristic and smirked, giving her a 'I won,' look. And boy did he win.

[2-dsimp]

A/n: hey yall this is my first ever yandere collab that I did with my dear mutual @yandere-dreams-but-not-really and I’ve never knew how much fun it’d be collabing with others until I did so with them ＜3

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Yandere company Bros

The eldest brother

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→ CW: Yandere tendencies, unhealthy coping methods, obsessive/possessive behavior, Judas needs a hug, internal company conflict

Synopsis: 【You were a new intern for hire at the grand Acer international company ran by the Kinzen family. And you stood out amongst your colleagues by being capable, ambitious, and dedicated to the craft! All the qualities of a true corporate slave which may have attracted some unheeded attention from the future inheritors of said company itself. Ultimately you ended up getting sucked into an internal family succession battle between the youngest and the eldest brother…Let’s just hope you make it out in ONE PIECE.】

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【Eldest brother! Judas was never the type to believe in love at first sight. Despite his father always ranting on about how he fell for his strict mother at first glance. He never truly understood what it meant to feel a romantic love for someone. Throughout his highscool and college years he’s never had a crush or been in a relationship for that matter.】

【But all his reservations went out the window when he saw you, a well put together newbie walking past the doors of the well established business owned by him and his family. Encompassing an essence that of a fresh summer breeze which completely disarmed him.】

【Truly he thought he worked himself to death and was blessed with the sight of an angel who came down to take him away from his mundane life. Of being in his mother, Isidore’s shadow as a prominent businesswoman. Known across the world for her cutthroat business conduct.】

【Eldest brother! Judas was at a loss for words as you stepped up to him with those bright attentive eyes. And offered to help take on the loaded stacks of papers he was lugging into his office with an altruistic smile. The fact that he knew you didn’t know who he was at that time and was this naturally sweet. As opposed to everyone else who usually try coming to his aide with ulterior motives】

【Made His motherfucking heart grip at the enclosure of his rib cage at how you just politely interjected yourself in his space to go ahead and take half of his work load off of him. while he was stunned stupid too flabbergasted to even utter a sentence.】

【This socially stunted stoic man was trying his best to keep his mind afloat as he’s never been affected by such intense emotions before in his 23 years of living. He didn’t know how to act as he tended to isolate himself from his peers. In turn for studying business till his nose bled and working himself up the corporate food chain.】

【Eldest brother! Judas resembled that of a black cat who was looking in pure awe of his new fixation which wasn’t work or studying. His pristine appearance was now unkept with hairs falling flat in his face from how caught off guard he was. Finding himself mindlessly trailing after the new bubbly intern in long strides.】

【When yall reached his office he struggled to find the words to thank you. But his haywire brain opted to abruptly encase your hand in his and bring it towards his bleeding heart. as he gave you what seemed to be a death stare inherited from his mother but in reality was an expression full of gratitude, obsession, and adoration.】

【Congratulations you’ve unknowingly seduced the eldest heir of the Kinzen family. And there’s no take backsies.】

【Eldest brother!Judas is the type to be more or less clingy with his darling. Always calling them to his office to ask for “help” on some assignments. which caused onlookers to give him surprised exchanges. Since the famed hermit workaholic never came out of his dumpster fire of an office to request help of any kind.】

【He just loves seeing you breathe in his general direction. It makes him impulsively grip at the sides of ball pen till it damn near snapped in two. From how His heart is was overflowing with so much pure and genuine infatuation for you.】

【The eldest Kinzen was a ticking time bomb since he always kept everything little thing bottled up inside and never had anyone to confide to unlike his youngest brother Dexter who was a social troglodyte.】

【So as time progresses Judas spends each and every waking moment fantasizing. About what it would be to show you all the admiration that he feels for you. To convey how you’ve turned his world upside down and to emphasize how utterly precious you’d be underneath him due to size difference ahem his management. Working alongside him as his lovely equal/assistant manager.】

【Only one strand of restraint was holding him back from pouncing on you as if he had no good sense. But it was waning with how his meddlesome brother Dexter kept interfering with y’all’s pleasant time together.】

【Eventhough he may have been born with a diamond spoon he was never the one to indulge in it. Not that he could since his mother Isidore was a hard fashioned woman with a strict traditional upbringing. She instilled in her sons that what you earn is what you keep and how there was nothing such as free handouts in the world.】

【And yet since he was the eldest, Isidore made sure to remind him how it was his responsibility to steer his brother in the right direction. Taking her words to heart he always made an effort to accommodate his brother to an extent.】

【In their childhood days whatever Dexter wanted something from Judas. The eldest willingly gave in to him since he could be fussy if he didn’t get what he wanted. But once he noticed the eyes Dexter made at you whilist making you laugh from his charm.】

【Something snapped inside Judas. He didn’t like the way Dexter was trying to put dibs on you in his subtle hand placement on your waist. He despised how happy you sounded from the half baked jokes of the Youngest. He hated how easy it was for Dexter to strike up a conversation with you and be in your general presence without need for work excuses.】

【Don’t look at his brother look at him sure he may not have the best social ques or a way with words but he’ll treat you right. Judas will take care of you as if you were a queen to the throne of his heart.】

“I’ll be good, I’ll be perfect just for you… All I want is for you to look at me, focus only on me, Please don’t look elsewhere with those eyes of yours. I just wanna be yours. So choose me, not him.”

【He’d seldom show you in the most intense ways possible, the depraved man he’s become. Falling weak to his needs to hug you, to kiss you, to embrace you, to show you all the love that he can possibly show you. Within his iron grasp since you’re the one thing that he’ll never give up to his youngest sibling no matter how much tries to tempt you away from him.】

[yanderemommabean]

Imagine Dexter just touching you, kissing you, biting you, making you so needy that you want to cry, all while whispering what he wants to do to you in your ear and not fucking your until your near tears, squirming under him, and begging him to fuck you and stuff you full of his cum

"Oh sweetheart, your begging won't get you stuffed any faster. Im in charge remember?" Dexter says amused, gently nipping the skin of your shoulder as you whine in the back of your throat. He drags his palms over the curves of your hips, squeezing the meat as he murmurs against your lips "A true work of art such as yourself deserves all the praise in the world. Who am I to ignore such a masterpiece before my own eyes?"

His hands come to cup just under your chest, teasing the skin with the pads of his thumbs, rubbing soft circles while adjusting his weight on your thighs, keeping you still as you writhe and try to beg for him to stop the teasing, to give you what you crave.

Dexter's a patient man however, he won't give into such demands, especially in the form of such a tantrum. He'll just have to wear you down a bit more, show you that He's in charge and there's not a damn thing you can do to change it.

-Mommabean

[hikko-draws]

(Concept of @ablobwhowrites)

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Alright, the regular townsfolk being townsfolk being yanderes are equally bad...

HOWEVER!

These guys...?

These guys...

I dread.

[kayzuii]

YANDERE DEXTER EROTOPH

general romantic headcanons

warnings. yandere behavior, delusional behavior, animal death, animal harm, violence, murder, stalking, kidnapping, obsession.

author’s note. a gift for @enderpearlll.

It's safe to say that DEXTER EROTOPH'S bizarre behavior is only amplified if someone manages to catch his interest. Dexter sees himself as both a main character as well as an author of his own story. He creates his own narrative and forces it onto his love interest, seeing both himself and his love interest as fictional characters in a twisted love game, with the goal to win his love interest’s heart.

If Dexter considers you "his" you'll find yourself the target of extreme possessiveness under the guise of being a good friend merely looking out for you, where he considers your time to be his alone and will go to any means to ensure you do not give attention to others. You may be seen as little more than his property, and he will have no qualms in controlling you for his benefit.

Whether you met him by calling his number to get rid of a pest or as a result of Dexter catching glimpses of you while doing work in your neighborhood, the end result is the same. He is highly possessive of his love interest, going as far as to keep a picture of them in his pocket to stare at whenever he can during working hours. He also becomes extremely upset when his beloved talks to or is around anyone else. The mere idea of someone being more important to his beloved than Dexter himself is infuriating and causes him to lash out with extreme acts of violence to prove his superiority, even if they don't know who he is; said superiority only to prove to himself with the ways he kills the animals he takes to him home.

Dexter is obsessive and possessive, frequently having to monitor his beloved's daily routine from a distance to make sure they stay safe. His beloved will never know, and Dexter doesn't want them to for as long as possible if he can help it. He frequently goes to seek out their validation one way or another; The exterminator will even go as far as taking pests from other homes and letting them loose on your property so that you call him for help, charging you far less for his services than he would any other person.

Dexter is an incredibly possessive individual. When he decides that you are “his,” you will never find a moment’s peace as he watches your every move, and will go to any lengths to keep you for himself - no matter how detrimental it is to your own well-being all to satisfy his needs of wanting to know everything about you. If he considers you “his,” you are nothing more than his property and he will have no quarrels controlling you for his own sick benefit. This behavior is often justified by his desire to protect his beloved while in the background, it is obvious that his motivations are entirely selfish.

Because Dexter Erotoph is more aware of his actions compared to others, he will attempt to make himself appear innocent or oblivious though his attempts come off as more unhinged despite his happy-go-lucky attitude. However, any attempts of his beloved to try and see through his overly kind facade are quickly thwarted by Dexter changing the subject. He can't have you thinking any less of him or having you perceive him as the insane and deranged man that he truly is.

Once a relationship is established whether it be as mere acquaintances or god-forbid as friends, Dexter does not respect personal boundaries and cannot take “no” for an answer. He is stubborn and obsessive, seeing his love interest as his possessions instead of actual human beings with their own life. While frustrating, his good nature despite how off-putting it can be at times makes you brush it off. Dexter will even tone his behavior, though not because he realized the errors of his ways and more so as a means to keep you close. He's insane but he doesn't want to drive you away and so long as his bloodlust is satisfied, he's perfectly fine.

Dexter is an obsessive love addict who finds it hard to control himself around his beloved. When Dexter and his beloved are together, his desires reach an entirely new playing field from love to obsession to downright feral behavior to get more time with their beloved. His desire to know everything about his beloved is not limited to the physical aspect of their life, he wants to know every last detail about their heart and mind. He believes knowing every secret they have to be the peak of closeness and intimacy, even if said intimacy is completely one-sided.

Dexter sees himself as the only man you should be giving attention to and will employ any means available to make you do so. You may not even be aware that Dexter is obsessed with you until you have already entered a toxic relationship with him. This is when you are most vulnerable to his manipulation, as he will go to any lengths to ensure you give all of yourself to him and him alone. He's already an unhinged and disturbed man and now that he has you where he wants you, Dexter doesn't ever want to let go.

As time progresses with the two of you being together, some of Dexter's alarming behavior starts to slip through the cracks more, especially with his gifts. More often than not you're greeted with a dead rat or cat on your porch, leaving you dreading waking up in the morning to do your daily routine. While this is seen as an extremely romantic gesture by the exterminator, he will innocently deny any accusations of being the culprit of the disturbing carcasses at your front door.

As shown in Deadly Smiles, Dexter's lack of satisfaction from not killing any animals in a few days would cause him to be extremely agitated and impatient. He would feel restless and out of place without his kills, making him more prone to lashing out at his beloved if they don't give him attention. His yandere tendencies would not only get worse, but he would find it hard to even sleep without having the idea of murdering his beloved in his mind.

This may result in excessive stalking and possible kidnapping as well as him forcing physical contact. His possessiveness and paranoia will worsen as he attempts to maintain power over his beloved by any means necessary so as to not lose them. Once he kidnaps his beloved, it's all over. Dexter is a yandere that cannot be reasoned with. His love will be made to stay close to him, even in his sleep. He is likely to forbid his lover from seeing anyone else other than him. Dexter would kill anyone who looks at or tries to hurt his precious beloved.

Dexter has no issue with killing in the first place, mainly animals, but his temper will be much more on edge if it has been some days since he last fed his bloodlust. The longer the days pass without being able to kill anything, Dexter will satisfy that need by killing your friends or anyone close to you. Once he sets his mind to murder and he is blinded by a red veil of rage and insanity, the person he is after becomes a target and nothing can stop him from getting what he wants. He is relentless and his anger is unquenchable for the sake of the object of his affection.

[yanderes-galore]

Can I ask for a yandere alphabet for Dexter Grif from Halo RvB?

Love me some Grif content, lol! Pulling from my original concept. He's so laid back, lol. Sorry he isn't intense... his character is just so lazy and I fell out of Halo RvB Brainrot 😮‍💨😥

Yandere Grif Concept Here

Yandere Alphabet - Dexter Grif

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Clingy behavior, Manipulation, Mentioned kidnapping, Jealousy, Laid-Back yandere, Isolation, Stalking mentioned, Dubious/Forced relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Grif is laid-back due to his lazy nature. He doesn't get all that intense with you. He likes to be around you and may cling to you a bit, but you can usually handle him.

In terms of affection, he prefers showing it in private. He'd probably like cuddles or something, maybe a kiss if you're offering. He seems like he'd be a physical affection type of person.

Although the moment you gift him any sort of food he is basically beside you all the time.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Let's be honest, Grif wants to take the easy way out of things. He would not plot anyone's murder, he might try to threaten them, but he is not putting that effort in unless he had to.

If provoked he may do something, however.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Grif isn't going to abduct you unless something drove him to it, like the fear of being alone since that's been proven to make him... delusional.

Although... if he somehow managed to push himself to do so, he would not mock you. He would probably feel relieved he has his favorite person and isn't around anyone he hates. It's just you and him...

He likes it, actually. Just having you with him is nice... without all the panicking. Grif would try his best to be reasonable with you... but he wishes you'd stop complaining.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Not really, the least he wants is some attention when he asks for it. As long as you aren't "unfaithful" then he'll allow you your freedoms.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

When it comes to Grif, he acts like he hates everyone. Although, while he may act cold at first, he'd be vulnerable with you eventually.

He is an emotional yandere similar to Simmons, so he'd rant and ramble to you about a lot of things. Including your "relationship".

During such moments he may pulls you tightly against him, you really are the only one that doesn't get on his nerves... usually.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Annoyed, he'd try to wait it out unless you tried to escape/leave... then he has to do something about it.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No and he wouldn't, he'd find it annoying.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

With Grif? There isn't many. I'm going to have to say him snapping and kidnapping you since he's so... laid-back.

Seeing him break character would be the most concerning thing.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Grif probably imagines a basic partner relationship, he isn't the most romantic person so his thoughts are rather basic.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Yes and I feel like Grif would complain and whine about it. He plans to voice his opinion to everyone and make it their problem. It usually ends with you paying attention to him just to get him to shut up.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Loyal, Somewhat emotional, Caring, Fears being abandoned, Obsessive, Somewhat manipulative, Cold, Somewhat possessive/jealous, and Delusional.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

You're most likely a new recruit to Red Team. At first he thinks he's going to hate you and tries not to get involved most of the time. Although... when you talk to him... he feels his heart flutter annoyingly enough.

Eventually, as you stick around, he falls deeper into the feeling of adoring you. Soon the jealousy kicks in... and he begins to cling around you.

He follows you around, watches you, listens to every little thing you say with a dreamy look...

Grif isn't sure why... but you draw him to you.

Now he doesn't want to part from you... no matter what it takes.

Not really, he's more open with you but doesn't really hide anything.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Not one for punishment, but I imagine it would be social isolation or... starvation, maybe?

Honestly that would pain even him... he may just yell at you or something.

He isn't the type to harm you.

Not any, he's chill with you for the most part.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Moderate patience, maybe he'd lean more towards impatient.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No. If you've managed to get this close with him, he's attached. If you died or left, he'd be so emotional about it. There's no consoling him.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

A little and maybe.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Curiosity and possible trauma (?)

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He'd try his best to comfort you but he isn't the best at it. He'd pull you close to him and let you be upset... if not, he'll just leave you be and check on you later.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

SKIPPED

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

It's relatively easy, just balance affection with him and other tasks. He isn't too hard to keep in check as long as you love him.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Not intentionally.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Not a worship yandere... he may even not go as far as some yanderes to have you. It really depends how desperate he is.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He may pine for a few months to a couple years? Somewhere between Blood Gulch and the Mark Temple situation.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

No intentionally.

[flamestar126]

More art dumping. Here’s an emote I drew for the discord that i wanted to show off for a while. (Please don’t use it for your own)

Tw: blood, violence hinted (?) below

It’s ketchup

may i interest you in more random doodles

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Lox the Fox

Male Yandere Fox Hybrid x Gender Neutral Reader CW: Noncon, somnophilia, implied cum in food, magic, drugging, biting, claiming bites, knotting, manipulation, chasing, kidnapping, general yandere behavior, references to an incident with a sweet potato Word Count: 5.6k (I am so sorry that this comm took so long, though I was dealing with a number of different issues. Hope you all enjoy it!)

You were but a humble trader. Once somewhat prominent in the medium sized town of Ridgespire, humiliating rumors began circulating about being caught in a compromising position with a sweet potato. The totally baseless story spread throughout the entire town. You were a laughing stock. When you could no longer handle it you left for a fresh start and new opportunities.

You decided to set up shop in the town of Westwend. It was a small village now, but you saw some serious potential. It was situated in the center of many newer villages and small towns and would serve as a good hub for you. But the best part about your new home was that it was too far for any pernicious lies about you and a sweet potato to have followed.

The locals were very accepting of you as a new traveling trader, though you hadn't had a chance to get close to any of them. Once you had moved in you immediately began planning your trip through the forest to reach a tiny village on the other side. You'd stop there to rest and see if there were any trade opportunities then head north to a larger town.

You stuffed a huge pack full of food, currency, and trade goods before putting it on and setting off on your journey. The village you were heading for was through several miles of forest and the forest itself was a mile or so away itself. You could be there by evening.

You were warned about an infamous fox-man named Lox that lived in the woods. Supposedly he helped or hindered travelers depending on what mood struck him at the time. The local villagers were always wary about crossing through the forest. That is part of what made this trade route so potentially lucrative. Not many were willing to cut straight through the forest.

The weather was cooperating and making your trip quite pleasant. The morning air was fresh and brought with it the scent of honeysuckle, and other prairie flowers. You took the unused and overgrown path and managed to make it to the woods just before the heat of the day, the dense canopy of leaves providing ample protection from the sun.

Though you didn't know it, you had rapidly crossed into the territory of the fox-man, Lox. And with his magic he knew exactly when any human neared the proximity of what he considered to be his land. He had nothing better to do, and delighted in meddling with humans, so with great grace and dexterity he weaved through the tree tops and quickly came upon you. He used his magic to stay silent and invisible so that he could observe you a while before deciding what to do.

It did not take long for Lox’s careful observation of you to lead him to the conclusion that he was intrigued. He used his magic to peep into some of your thoughts and memories to get just a glimpse of the type of person you were. He saw bits of your travels, vague impressions of your views, and something about a sweet potato. He couldn’t quite make it out to be honest. But it didn’t matter. He could tell from your aura that you were a lonely person with few friends and no current ties to anyone.

He decided that instead of hindering you he was going to help you more than he had ever helped anyone else before you. Not just for your sake, but for his as well. He thought maybe he could be your mate. Though he still needed to get to know you a little better though before he was totally sure. He could only get to know someone so well through his magic, so he really needed a more direct method.

Rather than simply introduce himself, which he was sure would fail, he devised a cunning plan to get you to see him as your hero. First impressions were immensely important, so if your first time seeing him was when he was saving you then that would make it a lot more likely that you would fall for him.

You continued through the forest, laughing to yourself about how easy a trip this was. You couldn’t believe how the small village dwellers had cut themselves off from such an easy trading route just because of some stories about some magic fox guy. You could believe that beast men existed, you had never seen one yourself, but their existence was never refuted, but magic? That was just too much for you.

Belief in the supernatural and heading the warnings of the villagers would have served you well, but instead the trap was laid and you bumbled right into it.

As you continued on the forest path, nearly gone due to disuse, you came across a clearing with a small cabin. It looked wildly out of place in the wilderness. Perhaps this was the home of the fox man all of the villagers had been so wary of. After gawking for a moment you resumed your journey. You had been traveling for hours and were probably halfway through the woods by now.

As you neared an old but sturdy bridge that marked the final leg of your travels through the forest, you heard a bone chilling growl and your path was suddenly blocked by three snarling wolves. You knew you couldn’t fight them, but the cabin that you had passed wasn’t too far. Maybe, just maybe, you could outrun them and take shelter.

Thinking fast you through your pack towards them, hoping the food in it would distract them enough for you to flee to safety. But no such luck. They weren’t distracted by it at all. At least without it you weren’t so weighed down though. But you were tired from all the walking and the wolves were at your heels. You imagined that you could feel their hot sour breath at your back, but you didn’t look back to confirm it.

Just when you were sure that you were going to find your end in the jaws of the ravenous beasts an orange flash came out of the trees from the direction of the house and stood between you and the feral wolves. There was no mistaking it, it was the fox man of local legend.

The hybrid man stood before the wolves with his back towards you, you could see that he was of a lean build and average height with two triangular ears on his head that were the same color as his wavy red hair. And he had a fox-like tail to match the ears.

As confident as he seemed you seriously doubted that he could take on so many enemies at once. And then you saw why he was so confident. A red tinged gust of magic left his hands and blew the wolves several feet away, making them smack into the trees. With a frightened yelp they scattered. You were in awe, magic was real after all!

When Lox turned to face you he could tell right away by the admiration and gratitude in your eyes that he had made the right decision in conjuring the convincing wolf illusions to scare you back towards him.

Normally seeing your first hybrid man may have at least startled you, but when you met his orange eyes and sharp-toothed smile you could only feel relief. You almost wanted to hug the guy.

“Thank you so much! I really thought I was a goner. I have no idea what I would have done had you not shown up when you had…”

Your stomach turned just thinking about it.

“No problem friend, I just happened to be gathering fruit up in the trees when I saw your predicament.”

Now Lox just had to convince you to stay the night with him. Get to know him better. Once you saw how good of a provider he was and how kind he was you would surely fall for him. He just knew it.

“Well uh… I better go and get my things. I dropped them to flee. And then I gotta keep traveling. Thanks again!”

No no no, that wouldn’t do for Lox at all!

“Don’t be silly! Those wolves could be lurking anywhere, you should just stay at my home while I collect your things. You can always set off tomorrow, I will even escort you through the forest!”

Your heart was still beating at an intense pace with adrenaline leaving you shaky. You didn’t really want to just set off alone so soon after such a scare. But you really should set out again, and you had doubts that the wolves would try anything again so soon.

“I really don’t think that I should, if I keep going I can make up for lost time and make the village well before sundown.”

He couldn’t reveal his true intentions yet, but no matter what happened, now that he had taken such a liking to you, he was never going to be far from you.

“Well, those wolves can be pretty persistent, they aren’t really normal. And it would be really nice to have a bit of company. It doesn’t come very often out here. I don’t think that humans like me all that much to tell the truth...”

Lox put on his best pouting face to elicit your sympathy. To be honest he didn’t mind his loner lifestyle one bit. Though he did want just one person in his life. A good partner. And whether or not you wanted it, that partner was going to be you.

His deception worked wonders on you. Instantly you felt immense sympathy for him. He was helping you so much so you should be happy to offer him your company, if just for a day. It wasn’t like it was a great imposition on you. You wouldn’t even be alive right now if not for Lox and all he wanted was a bit of companionship in return. Besides, you really didn’t want to come across as some sort of bigot…

“Well… if you’re sure it won’t be burdensome, I guess I can stay the night. Thanks for the hospitality, but I think I should go with you to get my pack. It would be pretty rude to make you go and get it for me.”

This also wouldn’t do for Lox, he wanted to enchant your belongings to be able to keep tabs on you even if you left his immediate vicinity. He did not want to run the risk of you ever escaping him, he doubted he would be unable to track you, but it was good to be prepared. The spell was rather loud and involved flashes of magic, he couldn’t take the risk that you could wake up and catch him in the act so having you at his house while he went off to do the enchantment on your stuff was his best solution.

“Don’t be silly, I can zip along through the trees much faster than you can walk! It will be much faster if I go alone.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true… Okay, if you really don’t mind getting it for me.” You felt bad that he had done so much for you already and was now doing more, but his logic made sense.

On the way there you introduced yourself and the two of you chatted a bit about how you both got to where you were currently. He explained the tragic tale of how he had been orphaned as a young teen and had to raise himself in the harsh wilds. The two of you were already pretty close to his humble home so it didn’t take long at all for him to lead you there.

The inside was about what you would expect from the home of someone living the lifestyle of a secluded forest hermit. Not messy, but cluttered in a cozy sort of way. Not a lot of open space, every inch utilized in some way. There were some shelves filled with books and various ornaments and objects of unknown purpose, there was a desk in the corner littered with arcane looking scrolls, a small dining area with dried aromatic herbs hanging from the ceiling, and there was a doorless bedroom attached with an equally well stuffed bedroom, you could see a large bed with red covers and more shelves.

Before he went off to get your pack for you he offered you some miniature sandwiches and some tea and set them on a small table for you.

You thanked him as he left and nibbled on the food he had provided you. You were hungrier than you had realized though and before you knew it, there wasn’t a crumb or sip left.

Meanwhile Lox had already located your belongings and busily casting his little spell on your things. He was hoping he could convince you to stay with him, but realistically it could take a few encounters. This would help ensure that those encounters kept happening. He considered it the “dating” phase of your “relationship.”

He also hoped that you would eat as much of that sandwich as possible. He had sprinkled in just a little something to help you be a bit more compliant with the “romance” he had planned for later that night. He could have relied on it to keep you from being too alarmed at him casting a spell on your belongings, but he couldn’t be sure how much you would ingest. Lox didn’t want to be pushy about you consuming the food either, that would be suspicious.

No, it was better if he just enchanted your things now and then he wouldn’t have to worry about if you had eaten enough magic flake powder that he had given you. And if you did happen to consume enough of it then he could have plenty of fun with you.

The fox-man briefly considered whipping up a love potion, but they were often temporary, wearing off at inconvenient times and requiring reapplication. And he really wanted you to actually be in love with him, not just be under the influence of all consuming magic.

When Lox entered the home it had startled you right off the couch and you fell to the floor. Lox quickly helped you up, relishing the chance to make physical contact with you. He was beyond thrilled to see that the plate your food had been on was now empty.

“Thanks! Sorry, you coming in so suddenly just startled me. You weren’t wrong about how fast you were, I hadn’t expected you back so soon.”

“Told ya I was fast.” He beamed proudly as he handed you your belongings.

Over the course of the next couple of hours the two of you chatted while you taught him a card game with a deck that you always traveled with, but you became fatigued much sooner than you usually did. Surely that was just from all the travel followed by the excitement of earlier though.

Lox offered you use of his bed while you used his couch, but you wouldn’t hear of it. He had already shown you such kindness you weren’t going to just kick him out of his own bed. Finally he relented and just let you use the couch.

Sleep came to you with unusual ease, something that Lox was greatly anticipating. Now you’d be at his mercy and even if you woke up, the mind altering effects of what he had fed you would make sure that you didn’t remember it or if you did you'd think it was only a dream.

Lox lubed you up carefully and slid into your sleeping form which he had tenderly stripped bare. He bred you slowly and lovingly, deep strokes into you so that he could edge and enjoy every possible second of making love with his partner for the first time.

It was difficult, but he managed to restrain his instinct to bite your neck all over and make his claim on you visible to the world. He also held his cock at the base to prevent his knot from slipping in and swelling within you. Lox didn’t want to leave you with any suspicious soreness.

But the hardest thing for the fox man was pulling out and not filling you up full of his seed, especially when your eyes fluttered open and you moaned and babbled incoherently while drooling in pleasure even if your mind couldn’t make sense of anything that was happening.

After that, he came in you quickly and meticulously cleaned you up so that no evidence was left behind.

When you woke up your head was a bit fuzzy, light filtered in through a little circular window and by the angle of the sun it seemed that you had slept all morning. You thought you probably had overstayed your welcome.

You yawned and began to get off the couch when suddenly Lox appeared as if from nowhere with a hot plate of food. Had he been watching and waiting for you to wake up? You didn’t entertain the thought long, you were just being paranoid. He was a fox-man; he clearly had enhanced senses and was just keeping the meal warm for you when you finally got up.

"Quail egg omelet before you leave?"

Lox seemed refreshed and energized, and though you couldn't quite place why something about him gave you just the slight twinge of anxiety in the back of your mind. It was easy to push away though.

"Thanks, you didn't have to make me breakfast. I have rations in my pack"

"Nonsense, you're my guest. And I was making one for myself anyway."

It did smell rather enticing and he had gone through the trouble of cooking it so you relented and ate it happily. It was among the best dishes you had ever eaten. You wondered if he used his magic to enhance it. He had, actually, added his own "special ingredient" to the food he made for you, but it wasn't something magical and you really didn't want to know what it was.

After you finished the meal Lox, true to his word, happily joined you on your trip out of the forest. You tried to insist that you didn’t need him, that the wolves probably went off in search of easier prey, and that you were prepared now, but the fox wasn’t having it.

The trip out of the forest was largely uneventful, filled only with Lox’s chatter and questions focused on you. You supposed most people would have been annoyed by it all, but you knew he didn’t get much company and you were still so touched by the kindness that he had shown you.

Overall it was going well.

Until it wasn't. As you crossed the old, but up until this point, very sturdy bridge, it suddenly collapsed beneath you. With a scream you flailed desperately, luckily Lox was able to reach you, hold onto you, and jump back up the side that you had come from. After you caught your breath and let your nerves settle in silence you looked at the damage. The bridge was beyond repair. It would add a couple hours to your journey to go around to the shallow part of the river, but you certainly couldn't go across here anymore.

"God damn! That was... scary! Thanks for... saving me. Again..."

You were still shaking a bit.

"It's no problem! I thought the bridge was a bit sturdier than that. Good thing I caught you... I guess we'll just have to go back for now..."

"No it's fine, I saw an old map of the area, there's a place I can cross if I follow the river. Will just take a few extra hours."

You looked up at him.

"Don't worry, you don't need to escort me the extra distance."

That was, of course, the exact opposite of what Lox planned. He would be at your side for eternity. Whether you said you wanted him there or not.

"No, no! It's not a bother. Really. I'm usually so bored I just sleep most of the day!"

"Well if it isn't a bother, I'm glad to have a traveling buddy for a bit longer."

The two of you sat down for a couple minutes before resuming your newly extended route out of the forest. It went about as well as it had been going before the incident with the bridge, though Lox kept shooting you nervous looks, like he was holding back from saying something to you. Poor guy, he was probably just sad that the two of you would be parting ways soon. You made a mental note to reassure him when you got to the end of the forest.

This wasn't the end at all, you'd see him a couple times a month if this trading exchange worked out. Maybe even once a week if things got really busy.

The fox hybrid was a bit more distant in conversation, focused more on his thoughts. He had been sure that after he collapsed the bridge with his magic and then saved you from the disaster that you would be head over heels in love with him. Clearly he had shown you he can keep you safe from any peril... even if he had to make the danger himself. At the very least you should have agreed to stay at his home a bit longer so that he could get you to like him more.

Sadly, Lox could not glean any notions of love emanating from you using his magical abilities. But he absolutely couldn't accept that you weren't at least somewhat attracted to him by this point. He had, as far as you were concerned, saved your life twice. Then he had been very amicable and hospitable towards you. You must have been in such strong denial that your true feelings were unknown even to you. But he wasn't going to give up on his beloved, he just knew the two of you were meant to be together. No matter what.

His first priority had to be making sure you never made it out of the forest. If you left and he wasn't with you then you could get hurt. Or maybe someone else would take you! But he didn't want to scare you or tip you off.

As the two of you continued on your way the amorous man couldn't help but stare at you and think of all the things he wanted to do to you. Seeing a lack of claiming bites on you almost sent his instincts into overdrive, he had to actively stop himself from fucking you into the dirt, biting all over you, and having his knot tie the two of you together.

The two of you crossed the river and with each step Lox grew more fidgety as his desire to claim you grew, as did his worry that you may escape him if he didn't think up another plot soon. Then he had a great idea. Quicksand! He'd save you from it and you'd be so frustrated, messy, and grateful that at the very least you'd want to go back to his house for another night to rest and clean up!

Lox used his magic to create a patch of quicksand on the path ahead and used his power of illusion to make sure it looked just like the surrounding terrain until disturbed, just like natural quicksand.

And sure enough it fooled you. With a loud scream you suddenly plummeted through what you had assumed was perfectly solid ground. You fell forward and struggled to orient yourself in the thick muck. Lox grabbed your pack from behind and plucked you easily from the quicksand. You gasped for breath and wiped the mud from your face.

"Holy fuck, I would have drowned if not for you! You're a real lifesaver, Lox."

This time you didn't waste more than a few seconds trying to catch your breath before getting up.

"I guess we should head back to my place, we can get you all cleaned up and try again tomorrow."

"Oh don't worry! We only just passed the river, we can go back and I can rinse off there!"

You started to head towards the water with Lox at your side.

"Are you sure? You must be tired after all the excitement we just had..."

You stopped and looked at Lox. He seemed almost panicked. The gears in your head finally started turning. The dots were connecting.

"Every time something happens you are very quick to suggest we head back... and it's pretty convenient that you are always right there to save me from these sudden disasters..."

"What are you saying?" The fox asked with a surprising darkness.

The question hung unanswered, heavy in the air, as the two of you stared at one another. Then you bolted into the dense foliage. But this was Lox's forest, he had years of experience tracking and keeping eyes on any humans who wandered through it, and he had never been so motivated.

Every time you made a turn Lox would appear in a puff of smoke in front of you, using his magic to teleport short distances. He grabbed you, but you struggled out of his grip.

"I love you babe, but I am getting tired of this little game. Let's go home now okay?"

He used a wave of magic to animated the vines near you, they snared you easily. You wriggled and writhed like a maniac as he slowly approached you with a creepy smile on his face.

"You must be tired after that little chase. You need a nap."

Then he pulled out a pouch of shimmering blue powder from his pocket and blew it over you. You fell asleep instantly.

When you woke up from your fitful sleep full of nightmares and fear in Lox's bed. You had no pants on and a thick sticky fluid leaking from your entrance. You realized those nightmares may not have been dreams at all, and you felt instantly nauseous.

Luckily, he wasn't in the room with you. The sick freak seemed to be in the kitchen, you could hear him humming faintly as he went about cooking. He probably thought he'd bring you a meal in bed and you'd be grateful and everything would be just peachy between the two of you. But you had other plans.

The window was large enough to leave through, you hoped you could do so quietly. You wiped yourself clean as best you could and put the clothing that Lox has removed back on. You raised the window slowly and it didn't make any noise at first, but you came to a point where it was stuck and more force had to be used. It squeaked like it was shrieking out your desire to escape to the four corners of the world.

Since your cover was clearly blown you gave up being quiet and forced it open with all due expediency. You quickly scrambled out the window, falling forward into the dirt. You wasted no time at all in getting up and darting away as fast as you possibly could. But the eyes of the fox were on you from the window, watching you speed further away. He wasn't worried though.

Lox was delusional and arguably even completely insane over you at this point, but he was no idiot. He knew your denial about how you felt over him may still be too strong and you may try to run away. He had taken extra precautions. Precautions you learned of in a  very direct way when you slammed face first and at full force right into some sort of invisible barrier that Lox had erected a good distance around his dwelling.

You fell rather hard on your ass and cupped your face in pain. Then you heard a voice approach behind you.

"Are you okay darling? I didn't intend to hurt your pretty face." He waved a hand and green sparks from his fingertips healed up your injury.

"What the Hell, Lox!? You can't just keep me prisoner like this!"

"You're not a prisoner! You're my partner, and this is just to keep you close by. You're really fragile judging by how you handled all the dangers recently."

You stared at him for a moment, unable to think of a response to this complete lunatic, as he got closer and stared down at you with that freaky smile of his.

"I realize you are used to being really independent, but you really need to admit it already. I am the perfect mate for you. You have to know that deep down."

You started to object, but he sealed your words with a sudden rough kiss. He was deceptively strong, a fact you learned while trying unsuccessfully to push him off of you. He pinned you down on the ground with ease and smirked down at you.

"If showing off how good of a protector I am isn't enough to get rid of your denial, then I will just have to show you how good our union feels~"

Lox ignored your protests. His nails grew sharp and he sliced off your clothing as easily as if he was cutting through paper.

"I'm gonna make you feel soooo good."

He bit possessively at your neck. It hurt slightly but the unpleasantness was overridden by pleasure. For someone who was rarely around humans except to randomly help or hinder an occasional traveler he sure knew how to pleasure you. Then you remembered how he had violated you in your sleep. He had practiced. You redoubled your efforts to get free but the resistance only seemed to excite him more.

Lox's claws returned to being normal nails as he fingered your entrance, despite his increasingly feral state of mind he was still focused on making this as pleasurable as possible for his beloved little human. He used a small bit of magic to create an oil from his fingers to apply a generous amount of lubrication to you.

Shouts, screams, and the tears rolling down your face were all met with calming shushing noises and promises that you'd be moaning soon enough with fear replaced by delight.

His fingers wiggled within you, causing you to buck unwillingly in the throes of carnal stimulation. You gasped and whined at your body's betrayal. Lox pulled out his fingers and held your hips tight while aligning his cock with you and slamming into you with the perfect amount of force.

Your moan was captured by his lips as he kissed you again, biting your lower lip as he pulled away.

"I have wanted my knot in you for so long, you're gonna fit me like a glove~"

All you could manage was to grunt in defiance as you drooled dumbly. Lox began thrusting into you again and again. Each movement of his could only be described as perfection. He rolled his hips and plunged in deeply with slow strokes that steadily increased in pace.

It really didn't take long at all for Lox to feel your body throb around his large prick as you climaxed. If this had been a willing encounter, and if you also had not been fucked silly, you would have been embarrassed by how quickly Lox had made you orgasm.

The fox looked at you in awe, observing every detail of your face as you came. Your flushed face, the rise and fall of your chest as you panted, your eyes glazed and lost in sexual bliss.

"Wow, you finish even faster and more beautifully than you did while sleeping!"

Lox bit at your chest and up to your neck, delivering a harder bite there to mark you as his. You were so out of it that it didn't register in the way that it should have. What little pain there was Lox quickly dispersed with more magical healing and gentle kisses.

He continued pumping into you for well over an hour, eliciting enough moans, whimpers, shakes, and shudders from you until your voice was hoarse and your body limp.

And then, just when you thought you would die from all the overstimulation, Lox painted your walls white with a hot load of cum before his knot swelled and kept the two of you together.

"See? No one else can make you feel like this! And you take me just so well my beloved~"

When his knot finally went down he had to stop himself from diving back into you, the sight of you glistening with sweat and leaking his seed went straight to his cock. But he settled for just slipping it between your thighs and grinding into you while you sat on his lap in the bathtub.

Your comfort was the priority and you clearly needed special care after that mind shattering sex.

When you were all cleaned up, he carried you bridal style to his bed and bundled you up in soft blankets, he pressed a loving kiss to your cheek before going off to get you some food and water. Maybe something easy to get down. Perhaps some soup? Since you were still pretty dazed he wondered if you would let him feed you.

You were such a sweet fragile thing and would need to recover your energy for all the activities he had planned for the two of you.

[aerahyasashi]

yandere satosugu x female reader? can you do jealousy headcanons (like what makes them jealous and/or what they do when they get jealous)? sorry if that wasn’t specific enough!

╰┈➤𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere! Satosugu x Fem! Reader

╰┈➤𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere behavior (duh) murder, possessiveness, gore. (Ooc maybe) satoru being an oa little shit. Poly relationship.

╰┈➤𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: WHAHAHA i didn’t knew if you wanted it to be separate or not anon, you said satosugu so i immediately assumed that it was a threesome. But heree, some hc’s:33 sorry pookie, i got lazy on suguru’s part:< SJAKEKSKA i did this first cause hc’s are the easiest to write💀💀💀

Masterlist

🔪Satoru struggles with pervasive jealousy issues, particularly when it comes to you and Suguru.

🔪This dude is like the embodiment of jealousy. he’s so envious he’s practically green with it. Hell he’s even jealous of himself. There was this one time he bet he could pull off dressing up as a girl for a dare, and oh boy, did he go all out. But then he got all pouty when you gushed all over him and got all touchy, something that you don’t really do often. And his reason of getting jealous with himself? He thought that you prefer him as a girl, like hello? you were supposed to prefer the original satoru and not his genderbent!

🔪But seriously, this guy’s jealousy knows no bounds. If Suguru flashes a flirty grin at someone else, bam, jealousy strikes. And if you dare compliment another soul? Jealousy overload. You hugged another man that isn’t suguru? He’s trying to force himself not to throw hands. This dude craves all the attention, all the affection, like a toddler hoarding toys in a playgroup. He’s aware he’s selfish, probably knows it’s not the best look, but he’s powerless against the possessiveness that overtakes him when it comes to you and Suguru. You both have this unique power to bring out the best and worst in him, after all, you two were the only one who sees him as “Satoru” and not as the “Strongest.”

🔪Satoru’s neurotic tendencies and jealousy issues stemmed from his messed-up childhood. The poor guy got stripped of his carefree youth and was thrust into the adult world way before his time after all. the jealousy bug bit him hard when he saw other kids having the time of their lives, while he was stuck with grown-ups fawning over him and expecting way too much and pressuring him. That childhood envy stuck to him like glue, and it grew into a full-blown mess when you, him, and Suguru became an item.

🔪The thing that grinds Satoru’s gears the most and the absolute worst, is when you and Suguru says something about other people’s eyes like; “Their eyes is so pretty” Blah, blah, blah, bullshit like that. It kills him inside that you don’t shower the same love on his eyes. His eyes are prettier, more powerful, and literally very unique, and you hardly ever mention how beautiful it is.

🔪Satoru absolutely loathes it when you’re completely oblivious to someone flirting with you. He’ll shoot menacing glares at the culprit when you’re not paying attention, as if daring them to keep it up, and he would end up threatening them.

🔪Satoru doesn’t bother in hiding his emotions, he’ll whimper, pout, and stick to you and Suguru like glue. And would play the melodramatic card, guilt tripping you. Or he’ll just straight up threaten you or tell suguru about how naughty you are.

🔪🔪🔪

Satoru’s head rested delicately upon your lap as your dexterous fingers ran through his snow white tresses. He gazed at you upward, sky blue eyes peeking from beneath his snowy eyelashes.

“Can you give me your phone for a minute baby? I just wanna do something”

Without pause for consideration, you obliged his request and gave the phone into his outstretched hand.

“Yeah, sure, here.” You responded with a hum.

“What are you gonna do with it, anyways?” You questioned, before your eyes widened as you saw how satoru’s digits hastened across the interface, focused intently on blocking specific contacts from further reaching your line.

“Huh, ‘Toru, what the hell?”

“Wait—why are you blocking them? Those are my—” Your words faded as Satoru lifted his head from your lap and moves away from you, his piercing gaze fixed on yours as he gently grasped your chin between his forefinger and thumb.

“Why do you always insist on conversing with them, hmm? Do you like them?”

“What— no! It’s not like that, what the fuck?”

“If you really love me and Suguru, then you have to sever ties with that girl/guy and keep your distance, okay?”

🔪Suguru really isn’t the jealous type, because he’s all about trust and loyalty when it comes to you and Satoru—He trusts you two.

🔪But, every now and then, a feeling of jealousy creep up inside him when he sees you and Satoru hanging out and having fun without him. He tries to brush it off though, understanding that you two are really close. He just wants to see his pretty lovers smiling, or at least that’s what he tells himself.

🔪When Suguru starts feeling jealous, it’s not a pretty sight. Beneath that kind and laid-back exterior lies a man who doesn’t really forgive that much. Suguru doesn’t forgive, and he doesn’t forget.

🔪Suguru may be a master at concealing his jealousy, but when it does surface, it’s like a storm crashing down. Picture this: you innocently text someone he’s really jealous of, and before you know it, your phone is pulled from your hands and tossed across the room while he summons a cursed spirit to destroy it completely, only to be replaced with a brand-new one moments later. Oh, and that person you were casually chatting with? It’s either you can consider them ghosted or consider them dead.

🔪Mentioning your ex around him was a big no-no. Because it immediately triggers him. can’t you just keep the spotlight on him and Satoru? One tiny mention of your ex’s name or Satoru reminiscing about his past flings, and Suguru’s mood immediately becomes sour.

🔪In stark comparison to Satoru, Suguru remains nonchalant about compliments being thrown around. He’s all for lifting people up until those compliments take a flirtatious turn. If that line is crossed, however, his cursed spirits will have its new meal.

🔪If Suguru was jealous and it led to an argument between you two, he would turn on his ultimate weapon—the silent treatment. He’d nonchalantly start hanging out with other people, making sure you noticed just to annoy you and make you jealous. He was well aware of his petty tendencies, but deep down, he simply wished for you to drop the bratty act and apologize.

🔪If you don’t really apologize and just pushed him over the edge... Well, you’ll have to say goodbye to your sanity because suguru is brutal as fuck when it comes to giving punishment.

🔪Unlike Satoru, who would guilt trip and manipulate you, Suguru would take it up a notch on the intensity scale. He wouldn’t shy away from using violence after all. And that doesn’t only apply to the person that he’s envious of, that applies to you too, and satoru. But that’s the difference, Satoru is a good boy, and you’re not.

🔪Suguru would be more than glad to kill someone in front of you and force you to watch it after all. He’ll hurt you too if you thrash and scream instead of being a good girl.

And you can’t really escape the both of them, after all, their love is like a noose.♡

🔪🔪🔪

Suguru’s hand forcefully clamped over your quivering lips, stifling any cries that tried to escape. His breath was hot against your skin, his fingers digging into your flesh with an iron grip, rendering you immobile. The metallic tang of blood invaded your nostrils. Your eyes were wide with terror, pupils shrinking, and your pulse quickening. A sickening view of gore played out before your horrified gaze, crimson splattering the walls, each nauseating squelch echoing through the room.

“I told you to stay away from them and you didn’t listen...” Suguru whispers, his breath hot against your neck, his delicate mouth parting to suck hard upon your pulsing skin, his mouth works its way slowly along your skin. And you shudder involuntarily beneath his touch, fear coursing through you as his lips close around a patch of flesh, sucking hard.

“See...? This is what happens when you disobey.”

The sharp prick of his teeth sends bolts of pain ricocheting through your body. Your already unsettled stomach lurches violently at the sight that greets you as you raise your head, struggling against his grip.

Before you, bound fast to a wooden chair, was the friend you had jokingly flirted with. Tears stream unchecked down their pallid cheeks, mingling with traces of dried blood, as their cries continue to ring in your ears.

Every limb was callously severed, Their bones was protruding out—the metacarpal bones, the carpal bones, the humerus, the ulna, the fibula, and other bones,  Their arms and legs are covered in long, vivid scarlet lines that are three inches wide, intersecting each other in a crisscross pattern and the wounds appear to have breached the surface of their skin, While suguru’s cursed spirits feeds on their severed flesh.

With a low, self-satisfied hum, Satoru drags the tip of the scalpel upwards your friend’s cheek, cutting them and the skin opens, revealing their inner facial muscle. He then reaches out to grasp a fistful of your friend’s hair, yanking their head back sharply to force clouded eyes up to meet your own.

“Suguruuuu, what do i do next? Do we gouge their eyes out for looking at our pretty girl that way?” 

“Do it. She said that she likes their eyes anyways... She’s probably implying that she prefers their eyes over yours.” Suguru smirks, humming as he pressed his body against yours, enjoying the way satoru’s face suddenly fell.

“Haah... Looks like i’ll be enjoying gouging their eyes then.”

[2-dsimp]

Yandere Bros Collab judas with a Y/n who accepts his feelings and denies Dexter?

Cw: Suggestive themes

POV: you accepted Judas’s confession over Dexter!

[yanderemommabean]

Oh god, imagine Lee fucking his darling hard enough that they limp before putting a vibrator into them before they have Dexters class, knowing Dexter has a crush on his darling and since Lee couldn’t bear the thought of actually branding his darling and while it is tempting to stitch his name into them, (he knows how they feel about needles) this is the next best thing, to have his darling limp into class and struggle to keep composure while the vibrator is inside them.

Dexter keeping you after class, locking the classroom door and covering the camera as he tells you to show him.

"You heard me. Show me. You've been flinching, biting, and hiding moans all class period. You aren't as sly as you think you are"

You hide a whimper of embarrassment as you shimmy out of your pants, bending over the desk to show how stuffed your panties are, that a toy is working you open and fucking you as the both of you speak.

Dexter growls under his breath, sliding his hand up your ass and pulling it apart to watch as you shiver and feel even more exposed, even as your underwear is still on.

He slowly pulls your underwear down, teasing the toy in you as he presses his chest to your back, whispering in your ear. "Ah. So my nemesis sent me a gift then, hmm? How'd he know i'm so starved! I should thank him".

He slides the toy out, standing up to slide it into his mouth obscenely, tasting you and moaning at the delicious, debauched taste. "What to do with you though? Such a needy, neglected little thing. Have you cum at all? I would hate to send you out without any relief".

You shudder as he presses the bulge of his hard cock against your hole, feeling him slowly grind as he speaks. "I think...I should show that pompous doctor that I can mark you too. Send you to him, full of me, and limping even more. I might even drop you off myself".

-Mommabean

[mysumeow]

──Trouble sleeping

WARNINGS ❪ Afab body, reader is referred to with you/your. YANDERE Lyney. Very mild angst. Unrealistic hypnosis, dub-con, piv unprotected sex. Not proofread. SUMMARY ❪ You have trouble sleeping, and Lyney suggests hypnosis therapy to solve it. Lyney is, however, dishonest with how he applies said hypnosis. WORD COUNT ❪ 873 A/N ❪ I remembered I had this smut idea pending since last year i think? ok here it is. ok bye im hungry

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You approached the great magician Lyney with a problem: you were having trouble sleeping.

Not really expecting anything out of your conversation, as you were seeking mere emotional support, Lyney confessed that he had some dexterity in the art of hypnosis and that it wouldn’t hurt to try.

It was a success, seeing as you had fallen asleep in the first five minutes of the session, when on average, it would’ve taken you way longer. Unbeknownst to you, in the throes of sleep, he had whispered selfish suggestions into your subconscious.

... Had he known it was going to be this easy, he would’ve done it a long time ago.

He’s underserving of your love; he was aware. The moment you two met, he was unable to let go of you in all aspects. He looked forward to seeing you at his presentations, at the celebratory dinners after an unrivaled performance, and to having you visit him backstage before a show.

To take you home and have you for the rest of the night.

Perhaps he asked for too much. He thought there was a possibility of the universe knowing he didn’t deserve you, and that’s why things didn’t turn out as he daydreamed they would, without having to resort to this deceitful method...

The feeling of your heaving chest against his and your arms tightening around his shoulders as you rode him pulled him out of his mind, reminding him that he should enjoy this precious moment with you.

Lyney’s hold on your hips became tighter, taking the reigns on the pace again, canting his hips upwards to meet your body at an unforgiving pace. He sucked marks onto your neck.

Greed consumed his judgment, and he bit down with unprecedented force.

Your pained whine didn’t deter him from sucking more hickeys on your unprofaned skin. He needed this. Everyone has to know you’re his.

“Ow, Lyney…” You cried again, hoping that would send him the message to be gentler.

His thrusting ceased, and he put some space between your bodies, but not by much. It was only to take in the sight of the teeth shaped dents on your flesh, along with the reddish marks scattered in the expanse of your shoulders.

Lyney wasn’t a rough lover. He’s got enough introspection to know that.

Your existence, from day one, made him discover a new train of thoughts he was never aware that he could have: the cravings of roughing up in the most pleasurable of ways. Often, Lyney would fantasize about littering your body with his kisses and bites, seizing your arms, and securing you against his frame—not leaving a single inch of space between one another.

Your lovestruck visage seemed to lure him deeper into degeneracy, after all, not only were your eyes pleading for more, but your body as well. Lyney swallowed hard, calming himself down before he cummed too fast with how your pussy tensed around him.

“F-Fuck, Lyney— You feel so good,” You whined, locking your legs around him and using the leverage to make him thrust into you. “Why did you stop? Hurry up, please. Fuck your cum into me,”

Your words weren’t helping his case. Lyney panted against your neck, content with merely kissing and kneading your tits with his hands, his fingers pinching your nipples and making you tremble from lust.

The magician longed for this moment to never end, for the morning to never come, when the hypnosis would end for that day. Because you’ll forget everything that happened prior to the hypnosis, and you’ll want to come back to him every day so he can help you. Lyney convinced himself that he could allow himself to be selfish for once in his life.

“What a naughty mouth for such a lovely face,” He tutted before nipping your bottom lip. Whichever retort you had died in your throat when Lyney’s tongue slipped into your mouth, playing with yours without permitting a single second for you to collect your thoughts. “But who am I to deny you when you keep pulling me into you, as if not wanting to let go…”

With those words, he resumed his unyielding thrusts, and the lascivious noise of the bed creaking from the movements filled the room. Lyney hugged the leg you proceeded to rest on his shoulder, your other leg quivering from the onslaught of pleasure behind him. The position made it easier for him to stuff you with his dick; it was too much, and you lost yourself in the delightful sensations. Lyney was lucid enough to understand you were about to give out, so his hand darted to hold yours, squeezing it to keep you grounded.

Amidst the heartfelt intertwinement, a broken whine of his name escaped your lips when you orgasmed. Lyney doubled over at the feeling of your drenched cunt squeezing him so deliciously, he didn’t stand a chance and cummed almost right after you.

As he caught his breath, he helped you lower your leg back in its place and pressed his lips to yours, his hand caressing the side of your face.

[plethora-of-imagines]

The Consort's New Clothes

AN: In response to my own prompt in the BG3Kinktober23 collection.

Once again I have decided the Ascended Astarion can be soft- as a treat.

And since I have corrupted @how-masterful this is now both dedicated to her, and her birthday fic for the year (I couldn't come up with any other ideas, but I hope you still enjoy it!)

Prompt:

Assended Astarion cannot help but mark his pretty little Tav as all his. He needs to mark her with his bites, dress her up all pretty -or even better in his clothes-, and put a nice collar around her neck. Everything to make sure everyone knows she is his.

Word Count: 1616

Warnings: smut/lemon, clothing kink, sharing a bath, vampire bites, spawn!Tav, collars, soft yandere

Description:

Getting ready together with Astarion was a common occurrence these days. He wanted the two of you to always be presentable when you left your shared chambers. Of course trying to find a suitable wardrobe for the Ascendant Vampire's Consort has been proving difficult. At this rate you'll just have to wear his clothes with a raw bite mark to show you're his.

Warm water and the sweet scent of your lover enveloped you. Wet hair clinging to his bare chest as you shifted closer, shoving your nose against his neck. Inhaling the woodsy sunkissed citrus scent that he applied so generously that it had sunk into his very skin. The little energy you could manage to muster all used up, you once again went limp in his arms. Soaking in the heat the water provided as his hands shifted to better press you possessively into his chest. Tracing little circles around the scars from his constant feeding, and subsequent transforming bite. The same spot that he always bit you, right along the crook of your neck. Somewhere that if needed could be hidden with a high collared shirt. Fortunately you had found little need to hide the sign of your connection to Astarion recently. 

The rumbling purr of vibrations that you felt against your temple roused you from your almost trance.

“What do you think of this one, little love?”

Humming pleasantly at the endearment you didn’t want to open your eyes. Wanting to remain forever in this blissful cocoon of comfort. But if he wanted to hear your opinion then you would take on the burden of opening your eyes. 

The spawn standing before you in the bathroom was rightfully averting her eyes from your naked forms. Glancing down her body you took in the long flowing dress, a gaudy shade of red that almost looked more burnt orange. The slit was in an awkward position on the skirt that was more on the front of the skirt than the side, raising far too high as well.

Lazily you replied back your answer to Astarion, who waited patiently for your answer.

“If this is the first one that has shown enough promise to want my opinion I don’t believe that this designer is going to live long. I’m almost insulted.”

His gleeful laugh had you rushing to look up at him. To catch the pure smile on his face, adoringly gazing at the light in his eyes.

“Oh, trust me- there have been far worse! Now go change again,” he shooed the spawn out with his dexterous hand. Calling out after them, “and tell that fool to show us something worthwhile this time!”

“I’m sure that he saved better for later, Astartion. Or at least that he will have one decent outfit.”

“Tav, you are just too sweet,” he cooed. 

Tilting your chin up for a soft kiss. Lips hovering millimeters away from your own. Leaving you in anticipation until you let out a little whine. Only then did he reward you with the gentle press of his lips to your own. The creak of the door interrupted to your displeasure when it caused him to pull away. Cursing his paranoia that had led to the soft creaking of every door to your shared private chambers- so that any possible attack could be heard the moment it was attempted.

Huffing you looked back at the spawn again to see a much more appealing outfit. Ignoring the spawn’s lack of pants you looked over the stylish doublet. The shine of the clasps appealing to the part of you that enjoyed anything that glimmered. Frowning when you recognized it as obsidian.

“It’s better,” you admitted. “But I worry about the longevity of the clasps when made of obsidian.”

“Couldn’t even make a full outfit either,” Astarion growled.

The spawn trembled at his clear displeasure, terror filling their eyes as they feared being punished for the designer's faults. At your pout he took a deep breath, loosening the hands that had started to dig into your skin.

“I certainly paid them more than enough for these abominations. I expect better, I expect perfection.”

The sound of his teeth grinding together sent a chill through you.

“Next one,” you told the frozen spawn.

She gratefully obeyed your order. Almost tripping over her own feet to flee the room.

Holding Astarions face in your hands, gently rubbing his jaw. Loosening it from its tight, clenching position. Slowly his body relaxed- though his anger towards the doomed designer remained.

“How am I supposed to find a pretty outfit that shows off that everyone should be envious that you are mine from a mere glance alone, when all of these so-called designers are completely tasteless idiots! None of these outfits come close to helping to accent your beauty. I’ve looked at thirty four of his useless mockeries of clothing fit for an Ascendant Vampire’s consort, love. Thirty four!”

Starting to work himself back into his fury again with each word. Soothing him you pressed playful kisses to his jaw line, lightly nipping every time he started to clench. Once the anger receided again you guided his head to your neck. Lips pressing against the one spot that would remind him that you had a clear sign of ownership forever on your body.

“I might as well dress you in my own clothes and be done with it.”

Teasing nibbles against your neck solidified his improving mood. 

Both of you turned together to look at the newest offering the spawn was dressed in.

“I actually like that one,” you quietly muttered.

“For tonight? That’s hardly good enough for tonight, when I plan to introduce you to all the new spawn I’ve created to serve us.”

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement with him. It wasn’t good enough for introductions where it needed to be clear that you were his most treasured spawn and consort. So you justified your words with a simple, “it's cute.”

“Well if my treasured spawn likes it...”

His words tickled your skin. Fanning a desire in you for anything he would offer to you. Shivering and trembling as his fangs moved to rest against your skin, against his bite marks. The anticipation had you on the edge.

“Please.”

“Tell the designer that this creation is acceptable. He can take the rest of them back with him. “

You could feel the scrape of his teeth against your tingling skin with each carefully said word. Feeling the spawn’s presence still there, waiting to be dismissed with almost as much anticipation as you held for him to sink his teeth into you.

“And tell him that the next batch he shows us better be suitable,” the threat dripped off of every perfectly pronounced letter. “Well? I do believe that you have a message to deliver.”

The second you heard the door click closed you caved.

“Astarion, please,” you begged.

He bit down.

Rising out of the water, soft bubbles sticking to your skin. Back arching as pleasure flooded into you. There was a high pitched ringing in your ears. Wait no- that was your continuous whines as the pleasure removed all thoughts from your head.

It was bliss.

His teeth left your skin, and any sense of strength you had left with them. Astarion had to hold you up. Otherwise you were likely to melt until your body was submerged under the water.

“Feel good, my treasure,” he teased.

“Feel so-,” you slurred words halted as your breath hitched. Astarion had filled you in one smooth thrust, “so good.”

He took his time. Slowly fucking you just how he liked to when you both had just started to stir from trance in bed. Sensual, tender, lovemaking. Guiding your slowly diminishing mind into the most delicious of submissive spaces. All conscious thought fled when he filled you with his seed. You didn’t need to think, he would take care of you while your mind was on sabbatical from reality.

Lifting you out of the water was easy for him even when you weren’t intertwined. But still connected by his softening cock in your body, it was simple to carry you out of the water. Feeling something soft being rubbed against your skin. The only thing you could truly focus on while being dried off was him. Your love, your everything.

In graceful motions- only graceful from practice- he dressed himself while keeping his cock warm in your cunt. If anyone were to stumble in on you they would assume that he had been dressed the whole time. Hair still dripping he roughly toweled it as dry as he could manage to get it. Damp but for the moment no longer dripping.

His soft undershirt- the one that he had been wearing earlier that still smelled strongly of him- was pulled over your head. With gentle hands he pulled you off of his cock, helping you stand on shaky legs. Too blissful to command your legs to hold your weight. Leaning against him as he put his cock away.

You felt content.

Something was secured around your neck. Firmly tightened, but not too tight so as to cause discomfort. The cool chill of a duplication spell washed over you, looking over to your doppelganger. Looking debauched, yet carefully cared for. Hair starting to curl as it dried, soft white shirt reaching just far enough to be decent. The smallest amount of Astarion's seed dripping out onto your thigh where it could just be glimpsed. A dark collar surrounding your neck, and making the bite mark stand out even stronger against your skin. Happiness warmed the still blood within your veins. The embroidery on the collar matched Astarion’s outfit. He had to have done it himself, it was beautifully done. 

He dispelled the duplicate as he spoke, leading you towards the door to head towards your introduction to all the new spawn he had recently created.

“There we are, a very nicely fucked and dressed consort. You look beautiful, darling.”

You were and looked like you were his.

[yanderes-galore]

Hello! It’s 📸 anon. Could you please do a Halo RVB rivalry concept with Simmons and Grif with a blue team darling? Preferably set in the first few seasons, Blood Gulch Chronicles era. Thank you!

Ah yes, the original sillies. I apologize as it's been a long time since I saw Blood Gulch Chronicles so I'm going primarily off memory and my concepts!

This is less on their general yandere behavior and more on how they would react to the situation. If you want to see their separate yandere behavior in depth, check the concepts below!

Had some help from the requester for some of this near the end!

Original Simmons Concept

Original Grif Concept

Yandere! Simmons vs Grif with Blue Team! Darling

(Blood Gulch Chronicles)

Pairing: Romantic - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Jealousy, Stalking, Fear of loss/abandonment, Violence, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Delusional behavior, Forced relationship.

Simmons would be Hesitant/Observing, Compassionate, Forgiving, Easily jealous, Emotional, Caring, and Self-Conscious about himself and his feelings.

Simmons is the type of yandere that struggles to reach out to his darling due to a fear of rejection.

Despite this he is very kind and compassionate.

He's easily jealous yet somewhat forgiving, he's also a bit delusional.

He'd be the one to blame everyone but you for things going wrong.

You could do no wrong to him.

Simmons is also emotional and often searches for comfort in his darling.

Simmons is even incredibly anxious about losing you to anyone.

Grif would be Loyal, Somewhat emotional, Caring, Fears being abandoned, Obsessive, Somewhat manipulative, Cold, Somewhat possessive/jealous, and Delusional.

He's more delusional than Simmons.

He also has an easier time with interacting with you.

Grif normally shows he hates everyone else but around his darling people can see there's a difference in his behavior.

He acts likes he doesn't care what others think of him but would be hurt if he heard you didn't like him.

He fears abandonment like Simmons yet would sacrifice anyone if it meant he'd have you.

Grif can go some time without thinking of you unlike Simmons, yet when he sees you he's all about you.

While Simmons is more like a lovesick puppy, Grif is similar yet a little bit more emotionally manipulative.

This is all information I pulled from their separate concepts.

Both Simmons and Grif are very similar yanders types with slight differences in confidence and jealousy.

Those concepts implied you were on the same team, however.

In this concept not only are you on Blue Team, but the two are competing for you.

Honestly this being around the Blood Gulch Chronicles era may make this more intense.

This is due to the fact you're on two different teams.

Not only do the two feel jealousy and tension between each other, they have to worry about you being close with others in Blue Team.

Imagine the tension Tucker causes, the single most flirty character in RvB?

Tucker could just be playfully flirting with you and the two red soldiers spying on you are seething.

Due to it being the more light hearted times of RvB, I imagine their rivalry would be comedic.

Stuff like they catch each other stalking you and get into a petty argument.

The two definitely sneak near the Blue Base just to catch a glimpse of you.

The issue is both of them never get a chance to talk to you.

Maybe they try to get Caboose to tell them things about you?

Caboose has no idea why both Simmons and Grif keep asking about you.

Maybe he even thinks you have fans or something based on how desperately they try to ask about you.

The two would fight more if you were on their own team.

Yet since you're on Blue Team it becomes a competition until they can find a way to get closer to you.

Speaking of getting close to you, there isn't many ways of doing that.

Either of them can probably ask Caboose to arrange a meeting with you.

That's how conversations with the two start and how you meet them.

You notice Simmons is shy and struggles to speak with you at times, it's cute in a way yet you keep your distance.

Grif is a bit more entitled yet he seems to show an interest in you and tries to play things casual.

There's a certain air to speaking with them.

You can vaguely tell they have an interest in you, you just don't know the degree.

The other way the two could talk with you is if they... well... took you in.

Be it disguised as a hostage or one of them gets too eager and takes you, that's another way you can interact.

Simmons is the one most likely to kidnap as Grif is lazy.

Either way, whoever does it may disguise it as a hostage situation for the other team's flag.

Only for their real intentions to be more sinister.

Hell, maybe Simmons and Grif work together temporarily to take you to their base before resuming their fight.

Simmons often comes up to you alone to rant about nerdy interests, trying his best to warm up to you.

Meanwhile Grif comes to you to (begrudgingly) offer food and speak with you also.

They try to keep their obsession secret from the rest of their team but some can tell the two don't just have you as a hostage.

The two are both needy for your attention.

One may come at the same time, resulting in an argument.

Simmons is the one that visits the most compared to Grif.

Grif is less reliant on you to reassure him, hut he checks in to make sure Simmons isn't being too cozy with you.

The two mostly argue with each other instead of anything violent.

So don't expect the two to kill each other over you.

They both may corner Tucker later for all that flirting.

Honestly when it comes to a Blue! Darling they'd have moments where they cooperate due to their similarities.

Only for them to argue and fight again later.

You get worried when one of them gets overly affectionate.

Like maybe Simmons is in the middle of his delusions and asks if you love him in such a serious tone.

Or Grif pulls you close to him so he can whine about Simmons taking your attention.

The two are just so needy with you, especially when they have you as their captive.

Good luck to Blue Team getting you back, the two are not letting you go.

They've worked so hard to get you to their base already?

Here's some other things that were suggested they'd do.

The two may try to hide Blue Team's flag to prevent hostage negotiations from going through.

Then Blue Team has nothing worthy enough to trade.

A silly thing to think about is your armor being painted red while Simmons and Grif try to convince Blue Team you "were never blue" and they just "didn't notice".

Simmons would definitely use Sarge's approval of him to guard you more often than Grif.

Unless it backfires and Sarge feels guarding you is the only job Grif can do right.

Sarge has no idea he's being used for relationship drama.

Simmons and Grif are willing to do anything to make sure you stay.

Be it silly or clever... they're determined.

They don't plan on letting you leave them so easily...

Not when you haven't said who you really love yet!

[daylite-writes]

Fragile Things - Yandere!Childe x Reader

At least he’s regretful when a punishment goes too far…

cws: kidnapping, isolation related punishments, yandere, self harm, softer yandere, heavier content.

1k words

~~~

“Baby, hey, look—look at me.” He was speaking firmly, his hands on your wrists, restraining you. Keeping you from clawing your skin any more than you already had.

You were absolutely inconsolable, babbling words even you couldn’t discern, sobbing, shaking. “No—no I-I—Ajax. A-Ajax.”

“That’s right. That’s right. Eyes on me. Oh baby. Too harsh? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rough—”

You only broke down further, each hiccuping sob dragging you deeper as you tried to curl in on yourself.

Ajax hadn’t just kidnapped you. He’d been extremely thorough in breaking you. So thorough, a more logical you would have realized he underestimated how much you could take.

You’d been isolated, for the most part. Trying to escape the cabin in the snowy wilderness was not a good idea. Partially because, well, snow. And partially because it was easy to track people in the snow.

When he—inevitably—did catch you, he was upset. You knew the risk of punishment when you made the choice, but what he did was different to what you expected.

Your wrists, ankles, and neck all ached badly. For over a week you were locked up and shackled. And not the kind of locked up you were before the attempt. No, there wasn’t a warm cabin, a fireplace, or Tartaglia’s sloppy attempts at keeping you happy. A fucking closet. No light, windows. Ajax didn’t even speak to you when he left you food.

It was so different to everything you’d ever known, growing up in the free rolling hills of Mondstadt. You already struggled in the confines of the cabin, but kept silent and still in such a small space?

A week of that, and now he decided you were good. That you’d probably learnt your lessons. But that morning, when he went to let you out, to welcome you back with a teasing ‘I hope you learnt your lesson’ and a patronizing hug, he found you… in a less than desirable state.

Shivering not from cold, throat raspy and raw, eyes trained on the ground. You didn’t even notice him at first. Not as he spoke, each shackle falling off with a click. Not as his mood shifted as the light from the hallway illuminated your skin.

You’d been clawing at it, to the point of bleeding, stretching your limited dexterity in order to anxiously and unconsciously hurt yourself. Like a caged bird plucking it’s own feathers from stress. You’d only been brought to reality when he picked you up, jerking away from him as tears sprung to your eyes again.

He said something you didn’t process as you tried to stand up, stumbling like a doe on new legs, vision gray around the edges.

You weren’t sure how it all went down. But somehow you two ended up on the couch, settled between his thighs, your back to his chest as you shaked and begged and tried to get away, only partially aware. “No no no no—Ajax please.”

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, I got you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He repeated, letting you claw at his forearms instead of your own skin. “Breath, breath little dove. It’s okay, It's all over baby. I’m sorry, it was too much, wasn’t it? You’re too fragile for me to be mean like that.”

You continued your quick, flighty, panicked breaths as he gently tried to get you back to reality. Eventually, you’d slowed down, settling against his chest, eyes still wide and breaths still quick. Like a live rabbit in the hands of a trapper.

“You with me, baby?” He asked gently. As your chest struggled to rise and fall again, you gave a quick nod, not looking up at him. Your eyes were trained on some far off spot, pretending to be anywhere else other than that damn closet. You weren’t sure you even realized—truly realized—you’d left. “There we go. There. That’s better darling. See? Everything’s alright now.”

“E-everything's alright…” you repeated, nodding to yourself.

“Yeah. See? Not too bad. I’m sorry for your punishment, I got all caught up in my emotions. I should have known you wouldn’t do that well alone, without me.” He laid his cheek on the top of your head, voice taking on something fond. A content sigh sounded above you. “You’re so soft. I need to be careful not to break you. But you need to be careful too, baby.”

You didn’t say anything for a moment, before squeaking out a soft, “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, no more escape attempts. Okay?” He said, and you nodded. He ran his fingers through your hair, having let go of your wrists when you weren’t paying attention. His blunt nails, worn from hard work, scratched gently at your scalp. “That’s right.”

It continued for some amount of time. It was hard to tell, really. You were on the edge of freaking out but somehow also falling asleep. Everything ached, from your ribs to your wrists.

At some point, he grabbed them again. Gentler this time. He lifted one, holding it gently as his thumb rubbed at your self inflicted injuries.

You felt like a caged bird, bars too tight and owner too inexperienced to keep you from plucking your own feathers from stress.

He sighed above you, and you turned your head away so as to not look at him. “Poor thing.” The condescending words felt strangely genuine as he laid his cheek on the top of your head. “It’s okay, I’ll take the week off and we can fix this, okay baby?”

He quieted for a moment, and belatedly you realized he wanted a response. You made a small, hollow noise of acknowledgement, which came out raspy from your throat.

He sighed again, as if this was so hard on him. It was hard to find the energy to be angry though. So you just stayed silent as he dropped your wrist and dragged you closer to him. He was cold to the touch, but even his love was warmer than isolation.

~

Not quite sure how this one managed to be both softer and rougher than my usual works. Sorry it was so short! And yes, the next part of traitor readers will be coming… eventually. I’m having a touch of trouble formatting it which is getting in the way of be writing it. Side note, I’ve expanded my fandoms open for requests! HxH and to a lesser degree HSR!

[noroi1000]

„You promised me something”

Paring: Yandere wife reader x Gojo

Warnings: Mentions of death, murder. Knife play, marking, sexual context, lipstick play, rope bondage

Words: 2k

Summary: You were his wife. And he loved you. You hated it when another woman was next to him. He told you that if you promise him something, he will be yours forever.

Seeing your husband leaning over the desk writing instead of sitting in a chair while filling out documents made you very tempted to do something.

He was such a good husband. If there was only one chair, you sat there. Or you sat on his lap.

He did everything for you. Everything you asked him for.

He was there for you always and everywhere. At any time. He did whatever you wanted for you. And there was no way he would refuse you. Because you were his lovely wife.

And you also promised him something.

You closed the door after returning from the cafeteria to grab some leftover lunch.

Satoru quite likes this school food. Jujutsu high has a lot of money and doesn't skimp on food for the students.

And since it was almost evening, there was no one to disturb you. And you would rather finish boring paperwork here in your office than keep it at home and destroy your space with work.

They walked over to him, pressing your hips against his ass as you leaned down, laying on his back for a moment.

"Haha, If you want, we can rest for a while. Tired?” He chuckled, letting you stay like that for a moment before you pulled away, sitting in the chair next to him.

I put the containers of food on your desk. And he watched his fingers deftly hold the pen as he wrote something on the paper.

He wasn't careful because he didn't feel like doing paperwork in the evening.

And reading it later will be other people's problem. He wrote it. But who will read it with such careless words? They will decipher it. Not him. He did his job.

"I am not tired. I'm just bored here. I'd really like to get out of here somewhere else now." You said, resting your forehead against his side.

"Hmm... I think I heard such a sentence for the second time today..." he said calmly as he continued writing.

"Second time?" You asked, your gaze becoming more intense as you looked at the long, dexterous fingers.

"Is that what you said?" he asked, putting a period after the last word of the sentence he wrote down.

"Isn't this the woman you talked to on our mission? She was close-."  You dug your nails into the wood of the desk.

And he saw a sudden change in the aura.

He turned to you and placed both hands on the armrests of your swivel chair.

"Honey, you promised me something, remember?" He said calmly.

You reached for his blindfold and took it off, placing it on the desk as you stared into his eyes.

Your eyes were suddenly removed from his as you looked down at his hand, staring at the wedding ring on his finger.

Oh yes... He's yours...

Forever Yours...

He has always and forever been and will be yours. He will do anything for you and will love you endlessly.

If you promise him something.

That you will never kill someone out of jealousy for them...

Your eyes met his again and you smiled slightly, placing your hand on his cheek.

"Yes, I know. I'm sorry." you muttered sincerely.

Your past is dark to say the least.

You loved him for so many years. He loved you too.

However, instead of believing that he would always be with you, you began to become jealous of every interaction he had with any woman.

You only trusted three women. Shoko, Utahime and Mei Mei. Because you know they would never be with your Satoru.

There is also Miwa who admires your husband very much. But she is a child. This is forgivable. And you also never thought of Maki or Nobara in a way that they might look at him.

And any other woman could have her eyes torn out for looking at him.

You've had a few dead bodies on your hands these past few years. Women who even tried to flirt with your Satoru. The ones that wanted to seduce him.

One of them, who behaved like a whore, lost her tongue and teeth trying to get into his pants. You cut straight with your sword, regardless of the fact that she had clothes on. He cut off her tits and ass. Seeing how the lack of skin in those places is covered with blood. It was the most brutal death you've ever given anyone. Because she was your husband the most. As you disfigured her body with the blade, you remembered that her body was the tool she wanted to use to get your husband.

And she was the one through whom he found out what was happening to you.

But instead of being disgusted and scared of you, he stayed with you.

He let you lock him in the house with you. He let you hold him the whole time. Mark it as yours. That was exactly it.

You asked him to mark you as his too. And he did it without hesitation. Even with a smile on my face.

He was your perfect husband, just yours on one condition.

As long as you promise him something.

A promise that you won't show this side to anyone else. Because if your superiors found out that a special grade sorcerer like you killed people for no reason, you'd be in trouble.

You promised him this.

Because that meant he would be yours forever.

But you couldn't hold back the side of you that was the real you sometimes.

Especially when you knew a woman was with him. And that woman wasn't you.

You believe him that he only loves you.

Because he promised you that he is only yours.

You believe him. Because he is your husband. Your love is sincere and unconditional.

He gave you a smile and kissed your forehead as he heard the sound of a pen hitting the floor.

When he turned around, you couldn't help but just watch shamelessly as he leaned to the side and grabbed the pen.

And suddenly you directed your open hand to his buttock, slapping it with a rather loud sound.

He stayed in that position for a while.

He laughed.

"Keheh... Really? A serious moment turning into this?" he chuckled, slowly getting upright. "You said I was the pervert. And who spanks me at work?"

You stood up, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Don't you think you need to show me again that you're mine?" you whispered.

"How this time?" He gave you a wild smile.

He likes it when you show him that he is yours. Because then he can have some fun too.

Sex? Oh yes. He loves it. When you want to show him that he is yours, he shows you that you are his. And also those faces you make for pleasure. This is heaven for him. You give him heaven when you show him his place next to you.

Those lovely marks you leave on his body... He's not ashamed to show them.

All the scratches, love bites and other marks left by your lips. He's proud of it. Because you want him to like that it's on his body.

It's on your body too. He marks his territory. And he also has such damn kinks...

You reached for your pen, placing your signature on the document. And his hand grabbed yours and placed it on his chest.

"Show me that I am yours."

He did it on purpose...

It wasn't fair. But you love him because he likes it when you mark him. If the price for him being like this to you is just to stop killing, you will do it right away without even a second thought.

You stood up, grabbing the zipper of his uniform. Taking it off hastily he threw it away. But before he could continue undressing, you interrupted him.

Closing the windows and locking the door, you slowly walked around. And the sound of the shoes you wore today echoed throughout the room. Giving his ears a nice tapping sound to excite him.

Standing on the other side of the desk, you leaned up slightly, reaching for the locked cabinet where you kept the necessary things.

Your almost horny good boy quickly walked up to you from behind, placing his hands on your hips, guiding you to his crotch as he placed his broad chest on your back. Kissing the back of your neck gently. Like a kitten looking for stroking from its owner.

But the red rope wasn't what he expected.

"Bondage, huh?" He whispered with a smile.

"Not completely." You straightened up, telling him to do the same. "Be a good boy."

Holding his wrist, you pulled him to the other side and pointed to the swivel chair.

"Don't say anything later, I wasn't the one who came up with this idea in the office. Do you like this kind of fun~? You could have told me, I would have given myself to you the minute we walked in here ~."

You places a finger on his soft lips, feeling his smile widen.

Sitting sideways on his lap, you wrapped the rope around his chest, tying it so it wouldn't fall off.

Standing sideways, you moved the chair to make it rotate, and the red line automatically began to wrap around his chest, dressed in a tight black t-shirt. Stopping him for a moment, you wrapped his wrists, tying them to the metal at the backrest, and then reached his ankles.

Letting him sit with his legs apart slightly because you knew his pants might get a little tight at some point.

Once he was sure he was tied up securely, you pulled him closer to the desk as you sat on the furniture, taking off your shoes. And your legs in the dark tights he gave you to wear with your skirt were rubbing against his muscular thighs.

You felt his muscles tense and then relax under your touch.

You reached into the drawer to pull out a small decorated knife and the juicy lipstick he had bought you recently because he liked the color.

"Dangerous game, honey?"

He kept laughing.

He loved you like this. He loved it when you were yourself.

He loved that you loved how you wanted to show that he was yours.

These bonds are your love. You love him and hold him. You don't let him go anywhere. Because he is yours.

However, he loves you. That's why he doesn't mind you holding him.

"Who does my Toru belong to?" You murmured seductively, grabbing your lipstick to refine the outline of your lips.

“To my Gojo (y/n).” he replied with a similar tone of voice to yours.

You leaned lower and cut the neckline of his shirt, freeing the top of his chest.

Jumping down onto his thighs, you sat on his lap, kissing him passionately.

Letting his tongue swirl with yours, you smeared the lipstick on his lips, and on his jaw afterwards.

"Is it just me or are your pants not so comfortable anymore?" You laughed, using the tip of the knife to cut his waistband, knowing it was looser now.

"I trust that my wife will take care of me." he muttered, seeing the knife glide lightly along his zipper.

It was a thrill knowing that the blade was so close to him. But he trusted you.

"You have to wait a little bit."

You placed your mouth on his throat, sucking on the skin. Hearing him purr slightly at the feeling of your warm lips.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched closely as your hand gently ran the knife across his shirt, the taut fabric over his muscles spreading where the hole was. And his bare skin was shown.

Sitting higher on his thighs, you tightened your thighs lightly around his waist, biting, sucking, and kissing the bare skin of his arms and neck. Leaving red lipstick marks and more permanent marks on his skin.

Kissing him occasionally to smear more pink on his lips and jaw. Pressing the shape of your lips onto his Adam's apple and continuing to cut his clothes to make him look like a lewd mess. Sweaty, with lipstick on his face, neck and chest.

"Baby, promise me something else." He said with a smile and heavier breathing. "Promise you'll always have me like this."

Requested by @weebotaku21