#yandere hunting dogs

[yandere-romanticaa]

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧:

I'm not adding the 5th Hunting Dog because I don't want to spoil the anime only watchers so I'll just say it like this - that character would really like a Sagittarius, Cancer, Capricorn or a Libra!

masterlist.

Ōchi Fukuchi: Cancer, Aries, Leo.

Teruko Okura: Scorpio, Aquarius, Gemini.

Saigiku Jōno: Sagittarius, Virgo, Capricorn.

Tetchō Suehiro: Pisces, Libra, Taurus.

[the-last-f2p]

May I request yandere hunting dogs (bsd buts without the captain and the captain obsessed Girl)

With a readers who cooks ( and is pretty darn good at it) for them because they probably only eat the military food

You may also while writing this the only thing I could think of is 'Teruko and Fukichi are to alpha to have normal food keep that SHIT away from them' I tried my best annon but writers block hit hard :'< TW: BSD spoilers, Yandere behaivour, stalking, implied kidnapping and threats

When you first saw what the hunting dogs ate you were both appalled and suprised how could they eat something that looks so.. So.. So disgusting yes you were somewhat of a chef so you had a higher standard of cooking but dammit is military food disgusting. So you took it in your own hands.

You started cooking for each of them well the one's that would let you those being Jouno , Tachihara and Tecchou. Yes it was slightly awkward having to make sugar and white rice and whatever the other two wanted to eat that day but food shopping was now always an experience.

But the boys were always happy about it they apprecite your hard work and it does taste absouletly amazing but they'd never tell you that what if you think that they're weird or something??

Of course ever since you started cooking for them they each realised one thing. You must be protected at all costs. So for once Jouno and Tecchou got along so they can follow you! With Jouno's amazing sense of hearing and Tecchou's physical prowess in case someone dared to look at you funny they were covered.

This didn't mean that Tachihara wasn't doing anything in the Y/N protection squad though he had some restraint left and decided to follow you with you knowing like a guard dog isn't he so cute?

But let's say for some reason you stopped making them food and started avoiding them. The first few thoughts that went through Tecchou and Tachihara's head was that you got into trouble and needed help but Jouno was a little more self aware so he realised you were avoiding him and the others but he can understand why you'd want to avoid Tecchou. But he thinks you'll need 'a time out' just you, him, Tachihara and sadly Tecchou in a prison cell don't worry though once you've learned your lesson you'll be let out! But if you continue being a brat then Jouno will have to take more extreme measures...

And you wouldn't want that would you now?

[invidiia]

if you have time to can you do bsd characters and also add jouno reacting to the reader fell in love with someone else?^_^

❐ - yandere jouno saigiku obsessing over a reader who fell in love with someone else

note ; hi! i just did jouno, i apologize, and i'm sorry it's short!! i have another jouno request, so that'll be longer!

warning ; fictitious murder, kidnapping, torture, stalking, yandere and physically abusive themes. mention of drug dealing. this is all purely fiction, and i condone none of it in real life. stay safe.

masterlist - rules - previous work

jouno is likely to be stalking you when he finds out about your love for another person. of course, it infuriates him. but there is only so much he could do, working for the hunting dogs. perhaps he would.. pull some strings for you. i mean.. he doesn't seem dangerous to you, or anyone else that doesn't know him. how bad could it be?

⋆ well.. it could be bad. very, very bad.

⋆ jouno is most likely to take time to think about how he feels. should he give up and allow you to be happy? the option was ruled out.. rather quickly.

⋆ he put lots of thought into his next actions. being a part of the hunting dogs was going to limit him one way or another. he could maybe use his position and power to cover up his tracks.. but it might be too suspicious.

⋆ so instead of bringing harm to this new person by himself, he instead got a hold of drugs and stolen goods, and planted them inside of this person's home. stalking was very helpful, because now he knew where you and your new lover lived.

⋆ planting false evidence of drug dealing and stealing is one thing, but getting you all to himself was another. jouno's most likely decision is to pull a few more strings and get rid of evidence of you and kidnap you for himself. barely any proof of him taking you, and he would even help look for you if it came to a search party, just to clear all suspicion of himself.

⋆ and being locked up in his house? there's like a 10% chance of anyone finding you! jouno just doesn't see why you should be let out of the house, let alone your own room! it took a week of begging to get jouno to let you into the dining room to eat with him!

and it was at this moment that the writer realized he was getting completely off topic!!!

[iloveyanderes]

Based off a fic on Wattpad called everyone loves chuuya by krysing, you should go read it it's a complete 10/10.

The pull was very close, I'll try my absolute hardest to get done with part two, I promise you, anyway here is the fic:

Part one:

People were acting weird today, it's the first thing you noticed, by weird you mean everyone staring at you.

First it was your commanding officer, then your coworkers, and now people on the street's.

Getting some food your astonished when the waiter tells you it's free, did you do something in your last mission that was recorded and sent to the public?

Suddenly your phone rang, not your normal phone but your work phone, must be important.

Answering it you immediately say the basics of when your boss calls you, this serious tone you've managed to prefect ultimately failed you when you heard the news.

"name, your getting promoted to the hunting dogs" spitting out the coffee you had, you look around to discovering everyone yet again staring at you, though they had been doing that for at least 30 minutes.

Turning back to your phone you whisper into it, "please elaborate"

"today the commander himself decided that you were worthy enough to join the hunting dogs, all of the members agreed with this" your coworkers said.

In that moment the excitement you felt was nothing short of pure ecstasy, you had to stop yourself from screaming on the top of your lungs.

Slapping money on the table despite the fact that you were told it was free you rush back to headquarters and celebrate.

You run back, soon becoming aware of the person following you, keeping your smile to play dumb you wait for the attack.

In the distance mark twain had eyes one you, holding a tranquilizer gun he was preparing to shoot.

Counting down you wait for the shoot.

Three...

Get closer to a moveable metal

Two...

Don't see any.

One...

Stop sign!

Grabbing a stop sign you deflect the gun shot onto the ground, wait is that a tranquilizer? Hm he's not going for the kill.

Another dart came down and you just barely dodged it, they tip piercing your shoulder.

You need cover, and you need it right now.

Blocking one final bullet you duck into a subway and immediately exit mark twains view.

As you were making your grand escape mark was sighing over the fact that his boss was gonna get pissed over the fact he let you get away.

"why does he want this person again?.." he mumbled out loud, ow well he forgot, it's not like he doesn't share the feelings of his boss.

Once you were deep enough in the train station you finally allowed yourself to get a moment of calm.

You very briefly got a look at that guy since he was above you and shooting at you but you recognized him as some guy working for the guild in america.

What does the guild want with you?

Well you should get back to headquarters as fast as possible and report thi-

"hey guys!?! I'm lost!!!!" Yelled a voice, you looked up to some guy waving his hands up and down like a maniac.

'should I help him?' you thought, preparing to leave you were stopped when he made eye contact, he had short black hair and green eyes, wearing a hat and some weird detective gear.

"you!" He suddenly pointed at you, "you must come with me!" What???

What is he talking about, you didn't have a moment to register what was going on because he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him.

This guy had no idea where he was going because he pulled you to random places before finally getting to his destination.

'is this the armed detective agency? I've never been here before'

Your wrist began to hurt the moment he dragged you into the agency.

Wait a moment!? If this is a detective agency you could probably take shelter here!

The moment you and this random dude step In everyone is immediately on you.

"are you really name!"

"can I have your autograph!"

"your hair is amazing!!!"

"commit double suicide with me!"

"shut up dazai!" Screamed everyone on the room.

It was a bit more silent after that, you decided to speak up then.

"um.. who are you guys?.." simultaneously they all stopped to stare at you.

"I'm kenji" said a small blond.

"Atsushi!"

"I'm kunikida"

They all took turns introducing themselves until it got to the person who had dragged you here.

"I'm ranpo"

Ranpo...

"well it's really nice to meet you all, I remember your an agency right?"

"yeah!"

"do you mind if I stay with you guys for a bit? before I came here I think someone from the guild was hunting me down"

"you can stay forever" atsushi said before covering ranpo covered his mouth.

"what he means is that you can stay as long as you like" ranpo exclaimed, almost strangling atsushi,

you found this a bit odd, "well thank you!"

{time skip because I don't have the will to write this scene anymore}

the armed detective agency offered to let you stay in one of their rooms, but you declined because you didn't want to bother them, a bit of arguing had commenced before yasano finally let you sleep in the medic center, the bed was not the greatest but you've slept on far worse things before.

normally it be easy for you to sleep but fate had different plans today, around 1 am you heard sounds coming from another room, placing a knife in a secret pocket in your skirt you investigate.

the main room where everyone chilaxed was where the sound came from, rubbing your ears a bit the sound was coming from one of the couches.

the left one, where you saw dazai earlier, placing your ears against it, the sound of ticking became apparent.

oh shit.

three seconds was all you had before the bomb exploded, it was large enough that it damaged you seriously, hitting you left leg and upper body, your arms made it out okay, probably just some first degree burns.

the stinging pain was then accompanied the windows shattering, not because of the explosion but people breaking in.

'wait the port mafia is also following me!' oh crap, this is bad, you could fight that twain guy earlier because you were in tip top shape but now your legs are in agony and you have some serious burns.

one of the people who broke in was a small ginger with a fancy hat, he took one look at you, got angry and then yelled at the weird looking dude beside him.

"kajii! what did I say about hurting her, you said everything would be fine and look at her now!"

"how was I supposed to know that she'd go near my bombs!"

"make ones that don't have noises beforehand!"

wow, you are not prepared to deal with this bullshit, while those two idiots were arguing you prepared to run outside and warn the others.

only to be stopped by some edgy looking guy, "out of my way" you commanded, keeping your voice as strong as possible despite the disgusting pain.

"I can't let you leave" his voice was more firm then yours,more determined, hah! you'll show him determined.

now you have two options run or fight, you may be still able to fight but this guy is obviously an ability user, you'll have to be careful.

eventually you opt to run, bolting down the hallway ignoring the sting coming from your legs,to add onto the pain the knife you had placed on your thigh pocket fell out of it slightly and pierced your leg.

before you could yelp, weird black almost cloak like things grabbed your waist, arms, and legs pulling you backwards.

before you made it to the edgy guy dazai appeared out of nowhere and touched him, within a instant the weird black things vanished, and you bolted once again.

what the actual heck was going on!?

you couldn't think anymore only run, the port mafia was too busy fighting the armed detective agency to notice that you fled, you felt very bad about leaving the ada alone but something told you that they'll be okay.

though you might not be okay, you were slowing down, your vision going a black, and to add to all of it rain started to poor making you shiver.

when you reached a back alleyway your legs finally collapsed on you, the last thing you saw before you passed out was two boys.

one was a blond with an even weirder hat then the one you saw earlier with the ginger.

and the other....were those tentacles?

just as your sense's started to go to black you heard the blonde says something.

"woah is that the target! earlier mark was complaining about how hard she was to catch, she looks beat up, the boss is gonna be mad"

I knew I wasn't lucky enough to get a promotion and then nothing bad happen to me.

[generalhumancloudalmond2]

Could you pretty pretty please write about yandere platonic hunting dogs 🥺, it would be very very nice.

Also have a super good day. Or else.

Hello! Thank you for your request, I hope you have a great day too.

I didn't include the fifth hunting dog, for the reason that it was, already, a bit difficult to write about four platonic yanderes at the same time.

Subway

Platonic!Yandere!Hunting dogs(4/5) x Child!Fem!Reader

You and your parents have been living in Yokohama for six months. The decision to move here was very difficult for your parents, but it was required from work. They also announced to you that this is only for

a year and you shouldn't get attached to a large number of friends, because after that you will return to your small town again. This news didn't upset you much, after all, you didn't even go to school during their business trip, and you were afraid to approach other unfamiliar children. Therefore, you quite reasonably thought that you wouldn't make friends in these year. However, suddenly you have a friend.

In fact, you were the initiator of your communication. You often saw a girl at the bookstore, so you decided to say hello and get to know her. And as a result, she herself began to greet you and you began to spend time together, periodically someone else from Teruko's entourage began to join you. You didn't care much about it for a long time, it seemed as if your friend knew each of them and wouldn't let you offend. However, you became a little worried when you saw their whole company together. Now it seemed to you that there were a lot of them, and all of them, with the exception of Teruko, were much older than you, but it was too late to go back.

Sitting in a cafe, you looked at them as if you saw them for the first time, although it was not so. Teruko stood up abruptly.

"The reason I called you is because Y/n isn't adapted to life in a big city."

Now you wanted to sink into the ground. She isn't serious, is she? However, that tense silence and attentive glances made you realize that it looks less and less like a joke.

"Yes, I noticed that too."

"Don't suck up, Jouno!"

You began to burn with shame very quickly and with each of their phrases only fell deeper under the table. But Fukuchi didn't allow you to completely hide, lifting you by the collar. He lifted you from under the table with laughter, after which he began to pat you on the head.

"It looks like a little more and she will die of shame from your conversations!"

"Something tells me that you'll turn her head faster than we can finish the conversation, Fukuchi."

"Come on, Jouno, it doesn't even hurt her!"

"I bet it's a painful shock."

"We got distracted from the main topic!"

It was Teruko again.

"Y/n, absolutely not adapted to the big city! And I think we need to help her!"

"Teruko, I don't think this is such a problem..."

You tried to object, but you were quickly interrupted.

"No, if you think about it, then a person who doesn't know how to use a meter probably also doesn't know about the true dangers of a big city: terrorists, robbers, rapists, mafia..."

The hand that was stroking your hair stopped abruptly and moved to your ears, tightly closing them.

"Jouno, how can you? She's still a little girl."

"Please don't squeeze her head like that, Fukuchi, otherwise she won't live to old age at all."

All this time, silently sitting, Tetcho decisively jumped up, dropping a chair at the same time.

"I will accompany her everywhere and ensure her safety."

"We will definitely talk about it, but without Y/n."

You didn't hear what they were talking about, but when in an instant the atmosphere turned from relaxed to oppressive, you became worried. After talking for some more time, your ears let go and you could hear again.

"Y/n, we have decided that today we will take you on the subway!"

"But isn't the subway in another area? I can't leave my neighborhood..."

"Come on, we're fast. Besides, Fukuchi can easily negotiate with your parents over the phone."

"But I don't have a phone, and my parents should be at work right now... Let's do it another time, okay?"

Jouno felt how nervous you were and with every second your heart started beating faster and faster. It was obvious that at this moment, you would try to run away. They all knew it. That's why you didn't even have time to really get up from the table when they sat you down again. However, your arm just above the elbow caught on a chair and was very sore right now. Everyone froze when you started crying.

The same second you were on Fukuchi's lap when he was trying to figure out what happened. Teruko was also trying to find out if everything was fine with you, now she was sitting on the floor and looking into your eyes, asking you questions. Tetcho was also fussing around you, although he didn't understand what he should do. And only Jouno sat motionless, listening to your breathing and heartbeat. In his pocket was a syringe with a very strong sleeping pill. Should he suggest to his colleagues to speed up the plan?

[elvestoneanzelote1]

And the rest is up to you

I'm not sure if requests are open

but can I please ask for them but as romantic yandere's for kianna komori like say they meet her because she's part of hunting dogs

Also if you need any info about her it's on my blog here on Tumblr

A:n- 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵... (𝘉𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘤 𝘹 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵.

𝘒𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘒𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘹 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘰 (𝘛𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘰)

𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘢 𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦?

How they met her:

First of all it is not easy to be apart of being in Hunting dogs once you are operated and gifted with compulsory body improvement trail.

Kiana met Jouno and Tetchou during the first introduction of her been selected.

You can say Teruko was more then happy to welcome her for once a girl have been elected as an official member of Hunting dogs beside her.

Kiana met Jouno through interrogation which he questions some details about her past occupation and warnings of how the body need once two month medical operation or your body shall break of sort.

And Kiana met Tetchou during the training where he agreed to spar with her.

He doesn't go that easy either though mindful of his strength he knows he should not over powered her as she is just starting.

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How it goes, them developing Feelings for her.

Jouno will take much of his time to fall in love, Despite the fact in fanfiction many tries to lured him to fall in love with just looks but... He is blind how can he 𝐬𝐞𝐞 the beauty?

Either way he eventually developed slowly by slow measures like the silent chime of wind blows.

While Tetxhou eventually is like a tide of waves he falls in love with Komori like the sudden waves... He at first will be confused of his action around her it will be cute to watch them interact.

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How obsessed and how much they can go.

Tetchou will be overprotective which is for sure but also midly manipulative... He may seems to be rash on actions and is protective but... He eventually can control the people around midly which others won't find out why they are distancing from Komori.

Jouno on the other hand is sadistic letting her be at a pittied state but also not the point of breaking. The problem is tetchou does not like Jouno harming her.

They both have their own reasoning.

Regarding been how she should handle in Hunting dogs of sort.

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Will they kill?

Yes, yes they will.

That depends on the person though.

And no they won't kill directly but sidelines.

And no they won't kill just because the person took her time oh no, They will kill for touching her inappropriately to the point of crossing line

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A:n- that's all! Take care good/night to all I hope you know that the request is close now.

[cheqorb]

MINE FOREVER ft. jouno + tetcho

you could’ve never imagined in your wildest dreams that two members of an elite military group would both gain an interest in you. flattering, right? well, with the chain on your ankle, you really wish they didn’t.

WARNINGS: yandere themes, implied kidnapping, mentions of injuries

NOTES: is it spelt tetcho, tetchou, or tecchou?? anyways, had this idea sitting in my drafts for ages so i decided to post it. love these guys a lot and they have such good yandere potential. more people need to write for tetcho!! minors DNI please!

i feel like with these two, especially if you’re a civilian, it’s inevitable that you’ll find yourself confined within some building that serves as a makeshift ‘home’ for you. a place hidden from the knowledge of anyone, besides the few guards who check on your wellbeing every so often when tetcho and jouno are out on extended missions. don’t get your hopes up though; they respect and fear the two hunting dog members too much to disobey orders and allow you to escape. any actions like searching the house for something or with the intention to find an escape route are swiftly reported to them.

but hey, if it makes you feel any better about your situation, having both men infatuated with you is a much easier time than if it were only one! reason being, they balance eachother out in a weird way.

TETCHO is ‘kind’, in a sense. he’ll happily let you cling to him, gently wiping away any stray tears that fall down your cheeks, apologise over and over again that you feel so trapped but it’s for your own good, he swears. but with this kindness comes overbearing protectiveness. he’s stubborn, but maybe, just maybe, if you’ve been on your best behaviour lately you could manage a few minutes outdoors (with him watching over you) before being promptly escorted back inside.

a calloused hand grabs hold of yours, its grip firm yet gentle. "let's get you back inside now. are you hungry? would you like something to eat?" tetcho's voice carries a comforting tone as he guides you back indoors, much to your dismay.

i imagine this is one of the few aspects JOUNO is slightly more laidback on than tetcho, he’s more confident in that you won’t run away because staying home like a good s/o is preferable to being punished, don’t you think? you learn to tolerate his snarky attitude because when he’s in a good mood, he occasionally lets you join him on a quick trip to a cafe, perhaps even buy you a gift if he hears your heart rate pick up in excitement.

jouno comes to an abrupt halt, turning to face you. “is there something you want? your heartbeat is awfully quick.” startled, you fumble over your words, a twinge of fear creeping in at the prospect of another ‘punishment’, causing you to shake your head. "n-no, of course not. i—" before you can finish your sentence, you find yourself being whisked away to the store seemingly against your protests, only to discover a nice gift box being placed in your hands as you leave.

nevertheless, he won’t hesitate in showing what he’s capable of doing if you try anything funny…right. punishments from jouno leave you feeling numb after, despite the visible bruises and cuts that litter your skin and throb with pain. unlike his colleague, he won’t be swayed by your tears, no matter how much begging or pleading you do. lucky for you however, tetcho always intervenes if he deems the punishment too excessive for your ‘crime’. he’s also the one who tends to any wounds afterward, carefully bandaging your body while reassuring you that jouno likely didn’t mean any harm, he’s just worried about you! and, to avoid consequences like this again, you should just accept that you won’t escape anytime soon.

tetcho pats your head, his touch almost patronising, just as jouno reenters the room. "this situation could have been avoided if you hadn't attempted to escape," he chides in a gentle but reproachful tone. you don’t bother lifting your head, already anticipating the expression on his face, a sight that would only intensify the queasiness swirling in your stomach.

[darling--angst-archived]

Yan! Hunting Dogs + cursing them

Ft. Jouno, Tecchuo, Teruko, Tachihara

Subordinate Reader: *Points at Jouno* Fuck you

Reader: *Points at Tachihara* Fuck you

Reader: *Points at Tecchuo* You're cool!

Tecchuo: *thumbs up*

Reader: *Points at Teruko* and fuck you! I'm out!

Reader: *Throws mic at Jouno's face*

A/n: I know I'm supposed to be working on requests but I... I don't want to... yet. Side blog is @fedyaxz. Sorry if it's short, I got hungry on Teruko's part

Jouno Saigiku

To say that he is upset is an understatement. He is beyond furious, he was amused at first at the thought of that he was on your mind; not processing that you cursed him out. After realizing it, he tensed up with the usual smile that he had. He made a few snickers when he heard your opinion about Tachihara, so maybe you'll just say "fuck you" to the rest of the Hunting Dogs... Right? But he couldn't be more wrong your comment about Tecchuo? The so called strongest hunting dogs and Jouno's insufferable partner? Maybe you do need to be trained. And the fact that you even got a response on him infuriates him, how dare he lay eyes on you, and for you to do the same? He would be clenching his fist, ready to drag you out and punish you; maybe a week long trip with him shall be enough. But no, when you finished you threw the mic at him! He want to drag you out of there and chain you in his basement until you submit to him. You were sure you were fucked when you saw him down the hall with the usual smile he had and the mic you threw to his face. He couldn't have Tecchuo dating you now could he? You should only be his.

Tachihara Michizō

He could help but laugh a bit when you cursed Jouno, meaning that he may have a chance with you. But when you said that to him? He hated it. He was actually trying to make things a little more bearable to you, not like that masochist Jouno. He was actually trying to win your heart and you do that to him? And your comment about Tecchuo too! To think that he won a place somewhere in your heart? Absolutely ridiculous! What did Tecchuo have that he didn't? He already decided, he wanted to win you no matter how much it takes. He would protect you from anything including Teruko because of what you've done because she'll march where you are then fight you, but he has to stop her while Jouno went to you. Despite Tachihara's jealousy of Jouno to go to you, he can't have the vice captain hurt you now can he?

Tecchuo Suihiro

He was happy for the fact that you acknowledged him. He loves you by a lot, and for you to have positive feelings for him made him have reassurance that maybe—just maybe, he has a special place somewhere in you heart. He could help but form a small and unconscious smile, a small tint of red adorning his cheeks. His usual poker face is replaced by a gentle expression, his brown orbs having an unusual light in them. He felt warmness spread across his chest, and he laid his head down, remembering the words that you said to him and him only amongst everyone in the room.

He became oblivious to the burning glares that Jouno sent to him. His eyes burning with hatred and annoyance, sending Tecchuo empty threats and glares.

Tecchuo just became more determined, the fact that you have a positive opinion on him only meaned that he was making progress. Maybe it is possible to have you— no to make his dreams come true. You and him on dates, while you send him bright expressions. He wanted to make you the happiest person just like how you are his moon in the dark sky.

Teruko Okura (Platonic)

This girl is so offended, she'll gasp out loud, roll up her sleeves and is so ready to beat you up. Will pout and try to act cute, then beat you up.

She's aggressive, very.

You are very bold to say that to the hot tempered vice captain and I'm pretty sure you'll be dead for a few days because of her training.

[spacexseven]

thinking of yandere jouno who's been observing you for a while. you had no inkling that he—or anyone, for that matter—had been so close, so intently surveilling you. no idea that he had been learning about you, imprinting you in his memory by your scent, your voice, the sound of your footsteps; and now, the touch of your hand.

you'd have no clue the person that caught you as you stumbled was anyone important. he was dressed in an ordinary-looking police uniform, offering you a gentle smile—one that didn't match his firm grip. but jouno's unassuming enough that you don't feel alarmed. you make friends with the person that introduced himself to you as a newbie to the yokohama police department.

(of course jouno wasn't going to tell you about the hunting dogs not yet.)

the thing is, he knew you were sympathetic, that you couldn't just forget him after hearing his story. he tells you that he's a cop with a strong sense of justice, but one that's stuck with the job none of his seniors wanted—patrolling here for the rest of the day. and honestly, he confides in you, it all feels...disappointing. the yokohama police don't do anything. private companies and ability users are the ones who solve the cases, catch the terrorists, and bring the justice he hopes to bring—because the police were incompetent.

and why would you doubt him?

slowly, he makes you lose trust in the people who might have helped, and instead, you start trusting him more. jouno, capable, hardworking, jouno, who only wished to help the innocent and protect the people. jouno, who has treated horridly by his supervisors.

nobody really knows the hunting dogs, except for those directly involved—and more importantly, nobody wants to make an enemy out of any of the hunting dogs. so how were you to know that your friend jouno, the rookie cop in yokohama, was actually a member of the vicious hunting dogs?

he doesn't plan on you finding out, not even when you come running to him when you think you've got a stalker. not even after he has successfully crushed your trust in everyone else. not until you find out the painful way, when jouno steps out dressed in his actual uniform, bloodied after an interrogation with the 'superiors' he was always afraid of, the ones who, too, failed to see past his disguise.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

What kind of interaction would the reader have with the hunting dogs? (Mainly teruko, tecchou, and jouno) how would they treat the reader?

Btw I love your posts so much and you can probably tell because I reblog all your posts with a heart emoji.

I adore the hunting dogs and the thought of them being self aware is very cool.

💕🩷💗💝💖💓💞

Thank you for your kind words. I am glad, that you really like my ideas 🥰

Hunting Dogs will get full entries later. But, for now, I can share some Ideas with you.

Self-Aware! Hunting Dogs x GN!Reader

Headcannons

Warning: OOC. Yandere. Stalking. Mentions of harming other people. English is my second language.

General

🐾 Hunting Dogs never thought they were fictional characters.

🐾 And Hunting Dogs never thought, that after the moment they arrived at the scene to pursue after ADA, there would be not only all ADA members, but also Port Mafia, The Guild and some other people.

🐾 Fukichi also wasn't expecting, that Chief Taneda will be okay and will claps his hand with "Alright, the last horses have arrived. To the Office. Or, maybe, you should take a walk through the important for the next scene locations?"

Michizou Tachihara

🩹 🧲 Became Self-aware earlier, than other Hunting Dogs. Has been known about you ever since Fukuzawa and Mori decide to create an ADA/Port Mafia union.

🩹🧲 Despite only hearing some of your words and not hearing full sentences from you, can see Little Light floating above them.

🩹🧲 During the "chase" after ADA, give his colleagues a briefing. About you, about union, about plot, about Little Light.

🩹🧲 Will try his best to make other Hunting Dogs like you.

🩹🧲 Cares about you. Want others Hunting Dogs to protect you together with him.

🩹🧲 Want to become one of your bodyguards. Or helper, because he is sure, that his ability will come in handy.

Saigiku Jouno

💧 Can feel the Little Light's presence after the first moment he woke up.

💧 His senses are sharper, than everyone's. Can hear you clearly from the first moment. He can hear your heartbeat.

💧 Immediately knew that you aren't tricking them, and your emotions are real.

💧 After hearing, what you think about his past and new way of live, will become your guardian. Very protective.

💧 Will be listening, when you're talking with someone. He's making sure, that you are bot been tricked. Have a hit list of whom he will punish for wronging you.

💧 Likes listening to your playlist. Also likes audiobooks.

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Jouno was listening. You, Little Guiding Light, were talking to your 'friend'... You consider this person your friend. But Jouno knew, that he is lying to you. He doesn't care about you.

But don't worry. Soon... very soon, they will be in your world.

He will protect you. And all this people, who wronged you... Well, he will show them, what it means to be a Hunting Dog.

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Tecchou Suehiro

🌸 Tecchou is more hesitant into trusting you. He believes in Tachihara's and Jouno's words. But, he still will be on his guard, until he is 100% sure you are good.

🌸 It won't take long for him to trust you. Many people trust you already. Besides, he will also listen to your conversations with your friends and other people. Will look at your messages.

🌸 Want to carry you on his shoulders. Just because he can.

🌸 Another protective one. But, unlike Jouno, will use his words in dealing with people who wronged you. And will blackmail them.

🌸 Likes to watch documentaries with you. Because of that, he became buddies with Kenji.

🌸 Training every day. To make sure, that he will be one of the best of your bodyguards. For him, every bad things people do to you, are the worst crime. And he will bring you justice.

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Tecchou was observing. He was looking at the messages, your friend left you. This person, once again, were passive-aggressive towards you.

Well, another one to put on back on their place.

Injustice must be punished. You must be protected.

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Teruko Okura

👶🧒🧓 While she is incredibly loyal to Fukuchi, she has her own free will. Will be a little bit taken aback by Fukuchi's dislike towards you. You are a simple civilian, right? Shouldn't Hunting Dogs protect civilians or, at least, be neutral towards them.

👶🧒🧓 It will take her some time, but, at the end, she will like you. It's hard not to like someone, who in fond of you.

👶🧒🧓 Another one, who is keeping an eye on you. She and Jouno will be the worst duo for your enemies. They will have to deal with two overprotective sadists.

👶🧒🧓 If you are willing, will help you with training. But not too much. Because she thinks, she would love to be your bodyguard.

👶🧒🧓 Likes watching sport competitions, either with you, or by herself. Try to learn more about how strong people in real world.

👶🧒🧓 She is a warrior. A ruthless one. She would do anything she can to protect you.

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Teruko's eyes glimmed with dangerous light.

She heard you been upset by a scammer, who didn't want to give you your money back for the damaged figurine.

Well, she wonders, it would be interesting to see, how this person will feel, when he will become a child again.

She is a solder. And she will do anything to protect you.

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Fukuchi Ouchi

⚔️ Let's just say, unknowingly, you have challenge Fukuchi's authority. And you won. Also, you have destroyed his plan.

⚔️ What is the point of his plan, if there are no people out there? One Order doesn't exist, others characters are broke from the chains of plot and have a way to read manga with you. Oh, and other DOA members likes you and don't want to harm you.

⚔️ Moreover, he has nowhere to go. Everything is empty. So, he has no other way, but to stay with others. Doesn't hide his dislike towards you. Oh, great, Hunting Dogs now also don't want to listen to him.

⚔️ Will change his attitude towards you, after hearing your talking for a few times. Also, by finding more information about your world. He won't be against staying in your world. So he and other Hunting Dogs will protect you.

⚔️ Now, he just had to prove others, that he can be trusted. He doesn't want to hurt you. He, as all of them, want only the best for you.

⚔️ At the end, all Hunting Dogs will become your elite bodyguards.

[mrsrookhunt]

Scent Headcannons for whoever I want across Fandoms because I'm insane and exhausted, thank you for your time

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto, Rook Hunt, Chuuya Nakahara, Howard Phillips Lovecraft, Nikolai Gogol, Sebek Zigvolt, Trey Clover, Jouno Saigiku

Warnings: this is absolute trash slathered onto a page written by someone who got 1 hour of sleep last night. My condolences to you.

Azul Ashengrotto

He smells like the fancy cologne with those terrible labels in French so no one actually knows the scent, they just recognize the word 'musk' and think it's absolutely manly-- whenever he's running the Lounge. When he's alone?

Smells like bananas, it's the gentle scent of his shampoo; it might not be prominent, but if you were to lie down in bed with him and cuddle, you would certainly get a whiff of the flax, chiaseed, and banana shampoo worked into his soft tresses.

Rook Hunt

I'm almost 100% sure there's a vignette where he's mentioned using a cologne Vil made for him, but honestly I'm not sure what's a fever dream and what isn't these days, so he may smell like musk and some sort of flowery scent, or he may smell like cedarwood and patchouli, thanks to his heavily scented deodorant.

He loves anything heavily scented, it gives him a sense of distinct presence and gives you a headache. When he's hunting, however, he uses unscented products, so you may be able to escape the cloud of heady aroma occasionally by accompanying him on a hunting trip.

Chuuya Nakahara

Another cologne user SHOCKING!

Chuuya's cologne is milder than you might think. He doesn't need a strong aroma predicting his presence, and he doesn't like it either. His cologne is light and scented with sandalwood and cherry.

It's just enough to smell on him when you come within two feet of him, but nothing even remotely overpowering.

Probably the most modest cologne user in this list. The rest of them absolutely bathe in them like it's the middle school boy's locker room with axe body spray.

Howard Phillips Lovecraft

He smells like ozone. You might know it as the scent of being outside too long, but it is stuck to him. The general scent of the outdoors fluctuates on him.

He smells like salt water, particularly when you go in for awkward hugs, and his hair is coarse and knotted with sand and sea. He always smells like the ocean to some degree. You could drag him through a shower and wash and untangle that matted hair of his, and throw the most aromatic stuff possible on him and he still would come out smelling like seasalt and ozone.

It's never coming off of him. I hope you enjoy the sea.

G o o d l u c k

Bonus, the first time you tried to wash his hair out a nest of crabs crawled out and he wasn't even shocked.

Nikolai Gogol

He smells like cookies. You may be thinking, why would he smell like cookies? Well, how do you think the DOA lured Sigma in?

It's his deodorant. It's highly strong. After one night of using it, he awoke to his entire bedding smelling strongly of warm cookies. I am definitely not describing the deodorant I use and speaking from experience cough coUGH

I hope you've got a strong stomach, because you will crave sweets every time you get a whiff, or, conversely you will think of Nikolai everytime you smell cookies.

Sebek Zigvolt

Drowning himself nightly in whatever scent Malleus once mentioned was most pleasing to his senses 3 years ago. Probably eucalyptus and Anjou pear.

It is, luckily, a pleasing scent, even if it's so adept at assaulting your senses can smell him coming farther than his voice reaches. He's killing your ears and nose at the same time. The two birds didn't even require one stone, they dropped dead when he got too close.

Conversely, at home, he uses a light, citrus scented bodywash that leaves a pleasing glow on his skin and a comfortable smell clinging to him. He had to stop bathing in the pear scent after clients at his family's dental clinic vomited when he entered the room.

Trey Clover

Another false alarm for bakers everywhere, believing their pastries grew legs and walked out the door. Smells like cinnamon rolls at absolutely all times.

It's very, very pleasant and most people adore the soft scent that eminates from him when he gets close.

It's the result of ordering a perfume on accident, after believing he was ordering a charcoal and birch scented cologne. It smelled good enough that he was willing to overlook the fact that it was for young girls.

Jouno Saigiku

HE SMELLS SO GOODDDD

Turmeric and sage bodywash + flaxseed shampoo.

It's subtle, so you'll only be lucky enough to be graced with the scent if he lets you get close into his personal bubble, which can either be rare, or he could be extremely enthusiastic about keeping close contact with you at all times. It depends on who you are to him.

When he's going to an event or to receive some sort of award, he puts on a splash of pine-scented cologne. It's very classic, but he claims it fits him well.

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June 20th, 2023

-Kaori

[yxami]

A clingy yandere wolf boy!

desc: yandere wolf hybrid x gender neutral reader, clingy yandere, yandere wolf boy, pretty much fluff, for now!!

The forest surrounding your house not only comforts you but makes you feel safer since there was no one around you for miles without end. Even if there was someone that dared to encroach on your property, you had axes and more than a few metallic weapons to keep you safe.

Usually, you just used your axe to scare off big creatures.

There’s been one big creature that has been on your mind for awhile. You’ve placed your guesses that this thing has been either threatening you or trying to offer some sort of gift?

Mangled hares and deer heads weren’t exactly your vision of a good dinner though.

Before you can further worry about what it means, you usually chuck the pieces to a pack of coyotes that you know venture on your homestead without a care in the world, no matter how many times you chase them off.

You leave your house to collect some plants for tonight’s dinner, almost running over the bloody mess on your porch again, a new pile of creatures have appeared. You let out a long sigh, hating the fact that this happened during times you need to do something else.

You go back inside the house to grab a trash bag.

An unfamiliar creature hides behind a nearby tree with its tail wagging anxiously. He’s worried you’re going to throw this gift away too, was there something wrong with the way he got the prey? He hardly bit into them incase you were annoyed with bite marks making your food look unappetizing.

His ears stay pinned to his head, hoping you’d appreciate this gift.

“Oh! they have a bag, maybe they’re going to bring it back into their house to cook tonight” His tail sways in curiosity, maybe you had finally accepted it! He was finally worthy of being your mate!

He almost steps out to present himself now that you’ve accepted his gift but you make him stop in his tracks when you don’t go inside your house.

You look up, using your hand as a shade for your eyes as you do, seeing some vultures circling nearby you decide you’d give them this since they’d definitely appreciate it more than you do.

“Wait-! Please don’t throw away my gift again” Ayaan appears, a wolf boy that could be mistaken as someone’s house dog judging by how meek he looked at first.

“Is something wrong with it? I’ve been too scared to approach you but now I don’t get it, are my gifts not big enough? Do you want me to hunt a larger animal?” He rambles, looking twice as larger now that he’s no longer hiding behind a tree.

He’s taller, possibly intimidating if he tried to be.

“Gifts? I don’t underst—.. ohh! This is yours? Are you the person leaving these animals on my porch?” You piece it together almost immediately.

“Sorry…” He looks down at the ground, immediately flustered at your words, he must’ve done something wrong. You didn’t even realize that he was asking to be your mate. How embarrassing…

You look confused as he seems to apologize and keep his head down, practically mimicking a sad puppy with his tail between his thighs.

“I’m just confused, why were you leaving these animals at my door? I’m not mad at you” You tap on his shoulder, directing him to look up and understand that you weren’t angered by his actions, just intrigued in what the purpose of it was.

You can’t help but admit to yourself that it was irritating to clean up.

“I was asking to be your mate, with the food, I thought you’d be impressed.. but- but! I can get bigger prey, just give me another chance I’ll get you a bear! A giant one too” His demeanor flips around, his blue eyes catching more light, making them more bright and determined looking.

“I’m alright, I don’t need anymore more dead animals at my door step. And mate? I’m not a wolf hybrid, have you seen me?” You laugh, wondering if the heat in this forest was deluding himself into thinking that you were. You continue walking with the bloody bag, now dripping from an undetected hole.

“I-i know! That’s okay, I don’t care” He says with confidence, almost pressed at your side and he loyally follows you. “Would you prefer if I was human? I don’t think I can get rid of my ears or tail but.. I could probably hide them somehow” He mumbles, thinking about solutions.

“No, I just don’t understand why you’re interested in me of all people, aren’t you guys supposed to date only wolf hybrids and indiscreetly judge humans despite living amongst them?”

You can’t help but ponder about where he has his home set up, you really could’ve sworn that there was no one around for miles, it was a half hour drive into town, you knew some packs had their own little villages established in the forest but you’ve surveyed the entire thing and found none.

“I dunno much about the wolf culture or whatever, I never really paid attention” His tail sways in curiosity at the scars you had on your back, he wanted to graze his fingers against them, wondering what animal dared to face you.

“Huh, alright, well I guess you can stick around, just pull your weight” You grunt as you lug around the heavy bag of fuzzy corpses, it might’ve been some foxes this time but they were too mutilated for you to tell. You come up right to the area where the vultures circles, dropping the bag for them to rip at.

You had forgotten to grab a knife so they’ll just have to rip at the plastic.

“How long can I stick around?” Ayaan makes sure you hadn’t forgotten about his presence, he holds onto your shirt, you don’t really understand what form of dominance it’s supposed to establish but you just let it happen. It wasn’t anything concerning so far.

“However long you want, just help me with chores and you won’t be a bother” You bluntly speak, with a careless tone that would seem hurtful to others but this lovesick puppy takes it as a deal that would last for an unlimited amount of time.

For rest of the day, he cheerily helps out with anything you do, chopping wood? He’s got his own station right next to you, hammering at the logs until you say it’s enough. Collecting food for dinner? He’s killing every bird, insect, and living thing in his sight. He’s doing anything to prove himself as a good partner.

You let out a long sigh once you land in your comfortable bed, as soon as you feel the end of the bed sink under heavy weight you immediately speak. “You can stick around me during the day but you’re not sleeping in the same bed as me”

You hear a throaty whine come out, all you could really see were his shaky blue eyes as he pawed at the sheets, testing his luck. “Please? I’ll be cold, and packs usually always stay cuddled together” He lies, trying to put on the best pouty face he could muster, he wasn’t ever a beggar until he met you.

You shake your head, pointing at the door, to which he sulks and practically has to drag himself out the door.

Your demand was ignored once you went to sleep anyways, Ayaan snuck under the sheets and cuddled right up to you, holding you like a childhood stuffed animal, so protectively as if someone might steal you away. His tail was wagging so fast it made a thumping sound under the sheets throughout the night.

Now you were definitely stuck with him.

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Monster Mania.

Pairing: Yandere!Vampire!Neuvillette x Reader x Yandere!Werewolf!Wriothesley (Genshin).

Word Count: 3.0k.

TW: Non/Con, AFAB!Reader, Oral Sex, Mentions of Blood, Non-Human Anatomy, Possessive Behavior, Prolonged Imprprisoment, and Slight Dehumanization.

“Pouting won’t get you out of this.”

“I’m not—” You paused, gritting your teeth as his shoulder pressed uncomfortably into your stomach. In retribution, you did your best to drive your knee into his chest, to let him know he was hurting you without admitting that you were even more fragile than he’d assumed, but if he cared about your attempts at resistance, if he so much as noticed that you’d moved at all, Wriothesley didn’t waver. “I’m not pouting, I’m trying to get away from my fucking stalker and his—” Another fit of thrashing. This time, Wriothesley was kind enough to tighten his hold on your legs. “—fucking dog. Why is that so hard for you two to get that through your heads?”

He hummed, drumming his fingers against your thigh. “Might be how often call us… what was it, again? A stalker and a dog?”

You scowled, crossing your arms. From your current position, slung over his shoulder, the remnants of one of his rope snares still wrapped around your left ankle, you could only see the thin footpath he was following and the dense forest that laid beyond it. The tree canopy was too thick to let you see the sky (something you mourned and Neuvillette adored, considering his fondness for early evening walks), but rays of golden sunlight still managed to pierce the endless sprawl of branches and leaves, marking the first signs of dusk. Neuvillette had still been asleep when you slipped through the door Wriothesley had forgotten to lock when he left for his daily hunting trip, but he’d be waking up soon; you could already imagine him rising from his canopied bed, picture the diluted shock he’d wear as he stepped into your bedroom for his first meal of the night only to find it empty. You weren’t surprised Wriothesley was so eager to get you home. Neuvillette was stoic at the worst of times, but the thought of letting his pet blood-bag get away was one of the few things that could get a reaction out of him.

Not that Wriothesley was much better. He was more level-headed, sure, more likely to let you wear something aside from ivory nightgowns and untangle you from Neuvillette’s arms when his hunger left him in a blood-thirsty daze, but that never stopped him from taking Neuvillette’s side when you found yourself in another petty argument, from standing in the doorway with a smile and a dreamy look in his eyes as Neuvillette fastened a lace collar around your neck, a collar just a touch too small to cover the twin puncture marks at the base of your throat and just a touch too similar to the steel choker that sat at the base of Wriothesley’s throat more often than not. He might’ve been human, something as mortal and as delicate as you were, but he was still a monster. He’d be crushed under Neuvillette’s heel a thousand times before he ever considered showing you mercy.

The shadow of their mansion was coming into view, now – the lonely building just as dark and just as intimidating as it’d been the first time Wriothesley lured inside. It stretched on as far as the eye could see in either direction and towered above you like some awful, looming thing; thick curtains constantly drawn over its many windows and every surface of its exterior constantly covered in a thick layer of creeping ivy. The rotting boards of the front porch groaned under his weight as he approached the front door, and you braced yourself as he cursed under his breath, patting down the pockets of his heavy flannel. You weren’t sure why they bothered keeping the door locked at all – aside from what it took to keep you trapped inside, at least. Neuvillette was the most dangerous thing for the next hundred miles, and Wriothesley was a close second.

The inside of the mansion was just as ominous; any light from the outside world captured and suffocated before it could penetrate Neuvillette’s endless abyss. You squirmed, hoping Wriothesley would at least let you cross the threshold on your own, but he wasn’t so kind, only responding to your silent plea with a playful squeeze to your calf as he made his way past the entryway and down an unlit hall, passing several torn paintings and overturned tables before finally shrugging open the door to Neuvillette’s study. A bottle of red wine sat open and half-drained on his mahogany desk, a small fire smoldering in the stone hearth he only rarely used. Neuvillette sat beside it, dressed in a simple black robe, his eyes blearily focused on the low-burning flames. He looked concerned, but his apprehension faded as Wriothesley carried you into his line of sigh, disappearing completely as you were hauled off of Wriothesley’s shoulder and dropped into Neuvillette’s lap. One of his hands found its way to your waist, its twin cupping your cheek, tilting your head back and allowing him to press a lingering kiss into the top of your head. “Beloved,” he muttered, practically breathing out his pet name for you before turning to Wriothesley. “Thank you, duke. I’m sorry you’ve had to inconvenience yourself for the sake of what should be my responsibility again.”

With a groan, Wriothesley fell onto the foot of the fireplace, shrugging off his coat. Where Neuvillette chose to hide his bloodlust behind a thick veil of unwavering niceties and delicate elegance, Wriothesley leaned into his brutality; broad muscle straining at the confines of his black undershirt, scruff cropping up faster than he could clear it away, his hair an untamable mess of black and grey and his clothes caked in an ever constant layer of mud and wear (save for his metal choker, of course, which was always polished to conspicuous shine). His eyes lit up when he heard Neuvillette ask after him, posture straightening like that of a soldier called to attention. You’d been too generous when you called him a dog. He was a mutt, too mindlessly obedient to ever question his master’s orders. “How many centuries has it been since you’ve had a reason to call me that?”

“It should be four this year.” Another kiss, this one to the corner of your jaw. You could feel the points of his fangs, still tucked behind his lips but no less dangerous for their momentary concealment. “Don’t you have something to say to him, as well?”

It took a moment to register he was talking to you, another to recognize the hypocrisy of what he was asking you. Your pressed frown fell into an open-mouthed balk. “Absolutely not.” And then, when Neuvillette held strong, “You can’t expect me to thank him for keeping me trapped here—”

“Silence.” He didn’t raise his voice, didn’t bear his fangs or dig his pointed nails into your thigh – he didn’t have to. All it took was that tone. Assertive, but not quite forceful. Lulling, but no softer than the wood and stone of his hellish mansion. Immediately, you shut your mouth. Neuvillette closed his eyes, letting out a raspy sigh before taking you by the hips and turning you in his lap, so that you faced outward rather than into his chest. That was enough to earn Wriothesley’s full attention, perking up as you were perched on the edge of Neuvillette’s lap. “Why don’t we try that again. Do you have anything to say to Wriothesley?”

You glared pointedly at the floor. “Thank you. For bringing me back?”

“And?”

“And...” This was the part you hated the most. If there’d been an alternative – a dungeon they could’ve thrown you into, a brand they could sear into your skin – you would’ve embraced it with open arms. But, that was the worst part about dealing with an captor. He had all the time in the world to make you bask in your own humiliation, and he never seemed to tire of the pasttime. “And, thank you for making sure I didn’t get hurt in the forest.”

As if there was anything out there that could’ve hurt you more than they did. Still, it seemed to appease Neuvillette, who let out an approving hum as he turned to Wriothesley. “What do you think? Be honest, this time. No lesson was ever taught with a gentle hand.”

He took a long moment to look over you, another to wet his lips. Wordlessly, dependent on the pure desperation in your eyes, you begged him not to listen to Neuvillette, to take your side just this once, but your improvised attempts at telepathic communication proved unsuccessful. “It could’ve been more genuine,” he admitted, with a slight shrug. “Didn’t have much nice to say on the way back, either.”

“Is that so?” His fingertips drummed against your side. “Why don’t you join us?”

Wriothesley didn’t hesitate, practically stumbling over himself as he crawled to Neuvillette’s feet. He came to rest on his knees, hand braced against the rug between his thighs and his cheek only a hair’s width from Neuvillette’s leg, as if waiting for permission to press against him. He always looked at his most relaxed there, on the floor, patiently waiting for an order from his master. It was hard to tell whether it was a skill learned through time, or if subservience was just in his nature.

His obedience was rewarded with a breathy chuckle, a hand run through his unruly hair. Wriothesley was more lax with himself than he usually was, letting his eyes fall shut as he melted into Neuvillette’s touch. “Since your tongue is so uncooperative today,” Neuvillette started, leaning forward just far enough to rest his chin on your shoulder. “How do you think you can show our dear helper how grateful you are?”

A bolt of cold dread shot down your spine. You moved to stand, to get away, but Neuvillette’s arm wrapped tight around your midriff, keeping you pinned against him despite your resistance. “Neuvi’,” you mumbled, squirming against him. “Please, Neuvi’, I don’t want to—”

“Now you’re going to play nice?” His hand fell to your knee, drawing your legs apart. Wriothesley filled the space before you could clench them shut again, his mouth immediately latching onto the inside of your thigh, his dull teeth burying themselves in the plush of your exposed skin. You cursed under your breath, trying to shake him off, but he held tight, fists curling around your ankles to keep you spread and exposed as Neuvillette watched on, his grin pressing into the crook of your throat. “That’s a little cruel, beloved. Can’t you see how excited he is?”

You could. There was a glassy sheen over his half-lidded eyes, a hunch to his posture that meant he was too distracted with you to care about how he held himself. You’d slipped out in a rush, eager to get as far as you could before Neuvillette woke up. In your haste, you hadn’t bothered to change out of the simple, silken frock you were wearing; a choice you only came to regret as Neuvillette dragged the tattered hem to your waist, as Wriothesley’s attention drifted from your thighs to your panties, the lacey fabric torn away with little more than a curl of his fingers and a throaty growl. That, more than anything, caught you off-guard. It wasn’t a threat, but it was more hostile than anything he’d ever directed towards you before. It wasn’t a sound someone like him, someone like you, should’ve been capable of making.

Neuvillette must’ve felt the way you stiffened against him. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss into the curve of your throat, just a touch too close to the vein he preferred to drink from, then another into the dip of your shoulder. “Surely, you must’ve noticed how scarce Wriothesley makes himself around this time of the month.” He paused, laughing airily. “He’d already be safely locked away in the cellar, if you hadn’t made him run out and fetch you. I suppose it must’ve slipped his mind while he was looking for you.”

“I don’t—” A tongue, broader than it should’ve been, hotter than it should’ve been, ran over your slit. “But, he’s supposed to be—”

“Human?” You refused to look at him, refused to acknowledge what he was doing to you, but you could feel his teeth ghosting over your skin, their usually dull tips beginning to sharpen into something more pointed, more animalistic. His tongue slipped into your entrance, thick enough to stretch you open with little more than its curling tip, and Neuvillette’s focus fell to your clit, left neglected by Wriothesley’s unwavering concentration on lapping up as much of your (humiliatingly, quickly accumulating) slick as he could. His thumb toyed with the sensitive bundle of nerves as he went on. “He is rather young, as far as immortal beings are concerned. He made an adorable puppy, back when creatures of the night were free to roam as they pleased, but he’s matured since his days of village razing and cattle slaughtering. I think you’ll find he’s learned how to keep his fangs to himself.” Wriothesley nipped gently at the junction of your thigh. You winced and Neuvillette added, “More or less.”

You could only bring yourself to half-listen to what he was saying. Wriothesley was growing more wild by the second, his formerly languid movements now hasty and agitated, little groans and growls joining the wet, disgusting sounds quickly filling the study. You felt claws that hadn’t been there a moment ago dig into your ankles, his already impressive build taking on bulk that would’ve been possible for anything natural, anything human. It wasn’t enough to just look away, anymore – you shut your eyes completely, bowing your head and curling into yourself as Wriothesley ate you out like a man— no, not a man, a beast starved. The cool marble of Neuvillette’s chest was almost a comfort when compared to the raw heat of Wriothesley’s mouth. It might’ve been more soothing, had he not been taking so much joy in your suffering.

“He’s always been prone to getting carried away. I used to have to fetch him at dawn – he could never seem to make it home before the moon set and he was left bare and unconscious in the vineyard of some poor nobleman.” He pulled back, letting Wriothesley’s cold nose grind against your clit in his place. You weren’t free from his touch for very long, though. The array of ribbons that kept the bodice of your frock drawn tight were undone, the neckline loosened and allowed to fall to your shoulders. “I’ve always preferred a more direct approach. The occasional drunkard taken off the street and drained was always enough to keep me sated.” He paused, cupped the curves of your chest. “Until I came across you, of course.”

You felt his fangs scrape over your neck, but he didn’t have time to bite down before you lurched forward, the sporadic movements of Wriothesley’s tongue bringing you to a sudden, unsteady climax. It was abrupt enough, violent enough to make tears swell in the corners of your eyes, to steal a ragged gasp from your lungs despite your attempts to swallow back any pathetic sound your weak-willed body might’ve wanted to make. For the first time, you couldn’t stop yourself from looking at him, letting your gaze fall onto the black-furred, oversized thing between your legs. He was unrecognizable, black fur and a wolf-like muzzle swallowing any familiar trait you might’ve latched onto. Pointed ears laid flat against his scalp, a grey-tipped tail brushed over the floor lazily behind him as he moved to keep going, to milk every last drop out of you, but Neuvillette reached down and took him by the metal collar now pressing flush against his throat. There was a low, drawn-out whine as he was dragged up and away from your pussy, but Neuvillette’s cruelty was limited to you.

“We spent hours talking about what to do with you, when he first brought you home.” He spoke absent-mindedly, muttering against your throat as he guided Wriothesley onto his knees. Even at only a fraction of his full height, he was tall enough to loom over you, to replace your limited world with a towering shadow of black fur and white teeth. He was panting, his chin glistening with slick and drool, what was left of his tattered clothes torn away in a few aggerated swipes of his claws. You’d been wrong, again – not every part of him was unfamiliar. His eyes were still there, the grey clouded and his pupils blown out but still undeniably his. Still fixed entirely on you.

“I thought he should turn you as soon as possible, but he protested, claimed the transformation would be too much for you.” He bowed his head, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Between you and I, there might be a chance he’s hoping I’ll give in first. He does his best to hide it, but he tends to sulk whenever I choose to feed from you. I think he’s hoping we might both have to rely on him.”

Clawed hands curled around the arms of his chair, the wood creaking under Wriothesley’s weight. For the first time, you let your eyes drift lower, let yourself take in the massive, pulsing cock standing erect against his lower stomach. It looked too big; like a prop, made to only vaguely resemble the real thing. It looked like it could tear you in half.

“Then again, he might’ve grown fond of the idea of adding another wolf to his pack,” Neuvillette added, as you went limp against him. “We’ll have to see how human you feel when the sun rises.”

It was an awkward position, Wriothesley too tall and Neuvillette too unyielding. He kept one arm wrapped tightly around your midriff as his other hand drifted into the limited space between your body and Wriothesley’s, his pale hand curling around Wriothesley’s thick shaft and carefully lining it up with your dripping cunt. Wriothesley bucked into the stimulation, his body lurching forward and his head nuzzling into the dip of your shoulder. You felt his breath, warm and humid, fan over your chest, then the rough reverberation of his voice against your skin. “Mate.” It was more of a groan than anything, one long breath that seemed to escape from some unseen vault. It was his voice, but there was something underneath it, too – something more guttural than you would ever want on top of you. “Mine.”

“Ours,” Neuvillette corrected, tightening his hold and drawing you close. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel it, pressing against your throat as his fangs reclaimed lost territory. “Our precious, misguided little pet.”

Wriothesley thrust into you as Neuvillette drove his teeth into your skin, both men piercing you simultaneously. Too stunned to scream, you could only silently wonder who would end you first.

[yanderenightmare]

TW: nsfw, noncon, emotionally distant yandere, death threats

gn reader

Thinking about an extremely aromantic psychopathic yandere who’s completely out of touch with his feelings...

From the moment you infected his mind, he desperately wanted nothing more but to gauge you out and bleach your existence away.

He was ready to do anything.

It's not like it's something he hasn't done before. It shouldn't have been a problem. But standing there above your sleeping form with the knife to your unsuspecting neck, he felt his own throat close up.

Something he'd never felt before made him stop – something in his chest that ached worse than any pain he'd ever beared – something that made his hands shake with cold and his eyes leak warmth down his face.

He doesn't understand what's going on, and it's annoying. You're annoying. He doesn't want to see your face, but at the same time... the thought of going without it pisses him off even more.

He doesn't want to keep you around, but he ends up feeling as though he has to. He tells himself it's only until he feels ready to finish you off – like a lamb raised for slaughter in the wolf's den.

You don’t really know what goes on inside his head when he glares at you with hints of vexation and hunger – eyes narrowed at you almost in disgust, as though you’re some sort of nuisance, some sort of sickness he can’t seem to shake – but also something else – something hungry – something in the way he locks his jaw and swallows thickly before growling out an irate sigh as he throws his shirt off and climbs on top of you.

It seems almost as though he sees it all as a simple means to an end – as though the urge arising within his gut is a plague he needs to cure as quickly as possible – and you as a mere tool for him to do exactly that.

He never kisses you. You don’t think he knows how. The sex isn’t any good either – all cold, methodical movements as though he’s a robot who’s been told to complete a task it wasn’t programmed to do. 

It’s obvious he doesn’t view you as much more than something he owns. 

Sometimes, he’ll even look surprised when you voice wishes and needs of your own – as though he’s forgotten that you’re still a living, breathing thing and not just something he’s hunted and killed and stuffed for sport.

But that’s how you feel most days anyway – like a dog’s humping toy – just a limp thing made up of cotton and torn fabric trying to hold itself together, getting more frayed by each passing day.

It's surprising he hasn't killed you yet. He told you he would when the time was right, but it's been more than a while now. You wonder if it's a surprise for him as well.

Probably not...

He’s like a machine. Wordless, sept for the steady string of growls and groans as he fucks you fast like you’re this annoying reminder that he’ll never be able to get rid of the warmth in his gut forcing him to complete the tedious task again and again and never be done with it.

It almost feels as though he hates you.

While his hand holds yours down, cuffing your wrists above your head with the other wrapped tight around your throat. Not because you bother fighting back. But – you think, perhaps… he feels as though it’s your fault somehow – your fault that he feels this way. 

He’ll mutter about it sometimes – that he was just fine before you came along – level-headed, composed, perfect before he met you. 

He pulls out just before cumming inside you, tugging himself in quick faps, then blows all over your stomach and chest. 

The sigh he breathes out is like an exclamation of “fucking finally” while his throbbing length bobs, still seeping pearls of cum, slowly calming down the more he squeezes it all out into a white pool on your pelvis. 

He isn’t much better after, either. 

Loosening his grip on you, he’ll grunt out something along the lines of “Go clean yourself up.” 

But sometimes... as time goes on... he starts doing something that somewhat resembles a kiss before leaving you.

It's awkward, like a brush or press of his stiff lips against yours – one of which reminds you of the type of nudge a dog could be trained to do in exchange for a treat – almost like a thank you.

He hasn't spoken about killing you in a while...

It scares you – how it's become so trivial it almost feels marital...

You don't know what scares you more though...

The thought that he's going to kill you one of these days, or the thought that he's forgotten about it all together.

BNHA – Bakugou, Overhaul, Shigaraki

JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Toji, Kenjaku

DS – Muzan, Sanemi

HxH – Illumi, Feitan

AOT - Levi

[bloodstainedhair]

Holiday Season

pairing. obsessed 141 / polar bear-hybrid reader *scenario/headcanons

note. gender neutral reader. reader is physically described to be 6ft or over. common hybrid features such as animal ears, tail, nose, claws, and paw pads.

cw. unhealthy relationships/yandere themes, meat and blood mentions, a lot of eating from hands mentions, a weird type of infantilization, big bad bear is called cute a stupid amount of times, dangerous but passive reader, vague made-up base because i watch too many movies.

Holed up in the middle of fucking nowhere, Alaska, the white wasteland. That's how the 141 were going to spend the merry month of December. Endless snow in sight and no family to be found. A complete and utter joke of a holiday season.

It scarcely matters, the food that's been stored, the dense furniture they've been given, even the solace they find in each other. It's miserable out here. The freeze is always licking at their skin, seeping through their layered clothes to cling to the exposed nape. It's their constant company.

Yet, something else bothers them. A hint that only their trained eyes could catch in their misery. An entity, perhaps, something that follows the men without rest. It's a shadow of winter, blanketing itself around the base and leaving its warmth with no trace to its next destination. Only something another human could pull off.

Dishes left strewn on the counter are returned to their cupboards, clean and scrubbed. Leftovers are consistently missing a bite more than what Soap remembers wolfing the night before. If a blanket or pillow goes missing, best bet it doesn't come back. It doesn't take much convincing for Price to round up his boys to find out the root of their question. Not when they've nothing else to do.

It's Soap who finds you first. Rummaging through the fridge with a plastic container in your hands, that adorable black nose covered in spaghetti sauce. He wonders how they didn't hear you sooner with the way you carelessly scarf down the contents. You remind him a little of himself...

Little round ears perk up at the sound of his gasp. Soap freezes in place as your head cranes back to inspect him. Eyes staring at him with indifference, a lone noodle stuck to your cheek and tomato red staining your considerably large teeth. Sharp and big, enough to poke out from your mouth and dig into your chapped bottom lip. A similarly large grayish-blue tongue swipes out to clean the damning evidence.

So. Fucking. Cute.

Johnny is thanking the names of every God he knows when you let him lead you by hand to his team. A new warmth flows through his body, lighting up his dormant nerves in the winter night, your thick black claws prodding into his rough skin. You must be a docile ol' thing, obediently following him to his buddies, though only after he bribes you with more meals to come. He'll cook up the whole damn kitchen if it means you trail him like this daily.

Ghost is sure that Johnny's the one hiding furry ears and a tail when he rushes over like a dog with a fresh new bone. That, and he's more crazy than he imagined dragging over what looks to be a six foot something polar bear hybrid right his way. Ghost doesn't forget things easily, and he's confident that said bears are known to be the most eager predators in the presence of flesh. Not just by circumstance, no, by nature.

A strange thought does pop up in head. That fluffy white tail you sport catches his eye for longer than he'd like to admit. He wonders. If he offered up a nice, raw chunk of seal to you, would it wag in anticipation? Would your ears twitch at the sounds of his boots crunching in the snow, bringing you yet another delicious catch? He could be the perfect provider for you, he thinks. Maybe even have you hunt alongside him, a bonding ritual of sorts. Blood all over your mouth, allowing only Simon to dab away at your chin with a towel. What a sight to behold. Two predators in the same room.

Gaz takes a step away before doing the exact opposite a minute later. You're not just some wild animal, and he's half worried he just disrespected you to your face (you didn't see it). Any bit of nervousness he had melts away when you gently push your nose into his warm hands. He was going for a handshake, but this is surprisingly preferred. Seems he missed wiping some the cocoa from a recent pot of hot chocolate. He hadn't expected you to be so... soft. If you want more, he's got a heap of cookies hidden away in his room. No issue with you visiting him for a late night snack. Christ, he'll even handfeed you if you're feeling lazy, no worries.

Captain Price nearly drops the flimsy cup of coffee held in his gloved hands. Fucking giant thing you are. He nearly drops it again when your nose takes a sharp turn to the smell of his beverage. Not picky, are you... He'll keep note of that for later. From the looks of it, you're adapting well to the chaos of his batch, sniffing and patiently waiting for Soap to release you from his iron grip on your paw pad. He also takes note of what your wearing almost immediately, Arctic grade parka wrapped around your waist in favor of standard workwear, more akin to a jumpsuit than winter gear. Unbelievable. However, that does explain it now. You work here.

It makes sense, considering you're one of the more volatile hybrids. So many people, including your bosses, are uneasy about the predators. It must've been particularly bad for you. Hiding you away in a big and lonely base to eat dinner at an empty table. The world unable to appreciate you for what you are.

Price on the other hand, he knows his boys like the back of his hand. They understand your type. Would take you in without judgement or fear. Indulge you. Feed you fat red meat from calloused palms and let you lap at the warm blood still dripping on the snow. Gladly clean the droplets that stain your pure white parka. Make you warm.