#yandere makoto tachibana

[marshmallowdarling]

♡My Prince (Makoto Tachibana-FREE!)♡

Hey Bubs!!

I haven't written much, well I have but I don't like them all that much so I was going through my wattpad and found this!!! It's actually okay if not a little short. I actually loved him as a yandere when I first got into yanderes!!! The soft to darling but vicious to everyone else in a secret way is one of my favs!!! Remember lovelies my requests are open! I hope ya'll enjoy!!!!! Mwah~

Makoto Tachibana, the sweetest most lovely boy ever, he's the definition of a 'soft boyfriend' to his girlfriend (Y/N). Now some people would sneer at the female, saying that she was too 'fat' for him but Makoto would always promise she wasn't, he would spoil her senseless with love before going to. . . Take care of who ever said that to his amazing girlfriend. 

"Makoto come on, you promised me we would play my game after you finished studying" (Y/N) wines out while tugging at her boyfriends shirt. 

He just smiles back, his green eyes closing and his olive hair shuffling slightly as he tilts his head. 

"I know, I'm sorry. Here I'm done now, hope you didn't wait too long love." Moving so he's shielding his screen, he closes it before planting a kiss on her cheek. 

Yeah, studying, that’s what he was doing. Oh if only naive little (Y/N) would look at his computer screen, he never gave her a reason too to be honest, he was mostly transparent to her and would ALWAYS tell her what he was doing or going. . . Mostly. I mean she didn't ask him if he has killed or hurt anyone for her yet so its not like he's not lying to her. 

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A scream erupts from the (H/C) female, her skin drained of all colour as she takes a step back trying not to gag. 

"How could you kill her!" Her voice comes out screechy but (Y/N) has more to worry about that her voice. She just watched her sweet boyfriend beat someone to death with his own hands. 

Now (Y/N) knew how strong Makoto is, he picks her up regularly and shows off 'secretly' when he can, but she thought he was a pacifist, the thought of him hurting someone else had never even crossed her mind because he's too soft. . . right? 

"Oh no, oh baby I'm so sorry. I didn't think you would be here, why are you here anyways-" His eyes trail to the plastic bag in her hands. "-Ah you were dropping off some food for her, that’s my (Y/N) always so sweet. Even to people who don't deserve it." His voice drops to a sneer before his face changes to sympathy again. 

Her eyes widen. "Y-You-You don't care that you killed her! Your only sorry that I saw you!" She cries out taking a few steps back, how could he do this?!

He tilts his head, his dishevelled hair shuffling slightly. She thought it was cute when he would do that, when he didn't understand something, but now it just makes her want to throw up.

"Why would I be sorry for killing her? She was being mean to you. You look shaken up, come on love." Makoto coos wrapping her with his large muscly arms, she can feel the outline of every bulge as she breathes, he could kill her in a second. 

"Awww your so stiff, I would never hurt you baby! I promised you that'll before we started dating." He dips his head into the crook of her neck, there's a hint of sweat from the day and her perfume has mostly worn off with only a bit left if you sniff hard enough, but just the smell of 'HER,' something that you couldn't describe or pin point, everyone smells different but her smell drives him crazy. "I mean why would I hurt you? I love you after all~"

"And I'll kill anyone who tries to hurt you."

[yanderecrazysie]

Dang I kinda forgot that you write for Free! as well. But anyway, Makoto Tachibana with a reader who's currently dating a kuudere (not Haru)?

Reader is the typical girl next door, like literally and metaphorically. She's his neighbor and a really nice and dependable one at that, she always happens to make the start of his day off to a good one no matter what kind of stresses are ahead of him that day. Also doesn’t help that she's really cute so naturally he grew to have a crush on her. The only flaw he ever saw in her, is her taste in men. As her boyfriend is always stoic and brutally honest (kinda like Akaashi with Bokuto), it's always frustrating to watch her throw her affections at him, dress cute for him in dates, and see her cling on his arm and he doesn't even try to reciprocate. Menwhile he's in the sidelines thinking to himself and swearing to the heavens that you deserve better. Having question like:

What do you see in him?

Does he even consider you his girlfriend? Does he even love you?

He doesn't even reciprocate your affections and he just insulted you, how could you still want him?

You turned me down...for that?

Ahhh such a great concept! The boyfriend turned more into a jerk than a kuudere, but I tried asdfghjkl.

Title: Treat You Better

Pairings: Tachibana Makoto x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes

Summary: Makoto’s sick of your jerk of a boyfriend.

“'Cause I know I can treat you better than he can

And any girl like you deserves a gentleman

Tell me, why are we wasting time

On all your wasted crying

When you should be with me instead?”

-From “Treat You Better” by Shawn Mendez

You were dressed up again. Pretty flowing dress, just casual enough to pass off as a day outfit. Your makeup was flawless, as usual, and your hair was pulled back into a bun, two locks of hair tastefully spilling down the sides of your face.

You were beautiful. Makoto always thought that, of course, but when you dressed up for Kaito, you always looked ethereal. 

Too bad your boyfriend never appreciated it.

You could dress up in a pageant dress and wear heavy makeup and all Kaito would say is “that’s not practical” or something cold like that. That, or he’d ignore your getup entirely. That was just the type of person your boyfriend was.

Makoto took the mail out of the mailbox. It was always so coincidental that he got his mail at the same time his angelic neighbor left for her first college class of the day. You never noticed, so he always used that moment to talk to you.

“Hey, (Y/n), how are you today?” Makoto called out.

You looked up with a smile, “I’m doing well, how are you, Makoto?”

“I’m doing great,” Makoto smiled back, albeit much more fondly.

You hovered at the end of the driveway, waiting for your boyfriend to come pick you up, as always. Makoto pretended to sift through his mail so he could stall for time. He wanted to spend as much time with you as possible.

A blue car tears up the road, squealing to a stop in front of your driveway. Your eyes lit up, hopeful. Kaito rolled down his window and, without missing a beat, said, “Your hair is messy.”

Makoto watched as you jerked in disbelief and then deflated, “It’s supposed to look like that… I thought it’d look pretty.”

“It doesn’t,” Kaito said bluntly, “Now get in, we don’t have time to spare.”

Makoto held his breath, silently begging you to stand up for yourself- to tell Kaito you’d drive yourself because of what a jerk he was.

“I love you,” you said, voice wavering. Kaito didn’t respond, merely staring blankly at you for a moment before saying, “We’re going to be late. Get in.”

You obediently opened the passenger side door and climbed in, tears sparkling in your eyes. Makoto bristled in anger, but kept quiet. 

Why didn’t you ever stand up for yourself? Why didn’t you break up with him? Makoto couldn’t understand it.

Why do you say “I love you” to someone who clearly doesn’t love you back?

And yet, when Makoto spied in on you and your boyfriend whenever you were both at your house next door, you clung to him like your life depended on it, kissed him like you desperately needed it, and hugged him tightly as though you might break apart if you didn’t. And how did Kaito respond? He ignored you, didn’t reciprocate, and stood there stiff-armed as you wrapped your arms around him.

What did you see in him?

Hours later, that stupid blue car squealed to a stop outside your house once more. Makoto watched from between the curtains as you got out and waved goodbye to your boyfriend. The minute his car was out of sight, you buried your face in your hands and cried.

Makoto’s heart twisted and he found himself rushing out of his house and over to you. He knew it would look suspicious, but he could explain it away as him noticing you crying when he walked by the window, or something like that.

You wrapped your arms around him and sobbed into his chest, “What am I doing wrong? Why won’t he love me back? He’s my boyfriend but he acts like he can’t stand me!”

“You haven’t done anything wrong,” Makoto soothed you, running a hand through your hair (you had taken down your bun, probably self-conscious about the remark your boyfriend had made), “It’s his fault for acting so cold.”

He pulled back to look at your tear-streaked face and made the suggestion he’d been wanting to make since day one, “You should break up with him. You deserve someone who would treat you better.”

“I can’t!” you protested, “I love him!”

Makoto winced at the words, “It doesn’t seem like a healthy relationship. You’re putting so much more into it than he is.”

You bit your lip, considering his words, “I don’t know. I just… God, I don’t know.”

“I’ll be here for you, no matter what you choose,” Makoto said gently.

The truth was, though, that Makoto couldn’t take much more of this torture.If you chose Kaito, he may just have to kill him.

[reareaotaku]

Makoto Tachibana Headcanons

He's a very sweet mother hen

I'm not saying he's controlling, but he does like knowing what you're doing, when you're doing it, with who, etc etc. He just wants a plan

He deals with kid, so he can handle you if you're tired and want him to carry you, want piggyback rides, if you're upset

But you call him out, saying he's treating you like he treats the kids he works with and he immediately feels bad

He doesn't mean to treat you like a kid, his parent gene is just hard to turn off

He's very supportive and anything you want to do, he'll be supportive [As long as it's not something that will kill you, obviously]

^You're more spontaneous than him, so even if you're activity/passion only lasts a day, he still treats it like a forever thing with you

You find it so easy to talk to him, like you could tell him anything in the world and he would never judge you

When he takes you out places, Haru is usually involved too and you both ping pong on being the third wheel [You'd be annoyed, but you and Haru get along, so sometimes you and Haru make Makoto a third wheel]

Makoto isn't usually jealous, but sometimes he can't help feeling like maybe you'll like one of his friends [Haru] more than him

He'll shake these feelings or push them deep down

^You'd never be any wiser, but the other person would when they feel Makoto's glare, but they wouldn't think Makoto is the one glaring at them

He likes cuddling with you and enjoys holding you in his arms

He's a big spoon and you are surrounded by him when you both cuddle

He's just so big and takes up so much space

Out of all the Swim Club members, he is the one who would want a kid the most

He just adores them and has been around them his whole life and he wonders what it'd be like to have his own child

[iwaasfairy]

┌─ “ ! „ FLUIDITY

tw. dubcon, monsterfucking, explicit size kink, interspecies sex, reader has sex pollen like effects, communication barrier, manipulation, yandere (other parts will contain a lot more explicit dark kinks so please read every individual part's warnings!) wordcount. 8.7k

part 1 of —

a/n. ♡♡ thank you so much rhi for keeping me going through this, idk if i would have pushed through if not for you so ily ily ily and this fic is just indulgence as a period piece and a monsterfucking fic but i hope you give it a chance and like it bc there's moresomes a-coming and this is just the beginning so! yeA i hope you guys enjoy mwuah mwuah mwuah ♡♡

tachibana makoto x fem!reader ( x other characters coming)

Dragonflies glint the prettiest, richest silver you’ve ever seen under the right light. The rosy evening sun casts the entire river into a blooming glow— complete with a soft blanket of fog that rolls along the base of the trees. “Your maiden servants worry about you, you know,” a voice softly calls, and the rustle of shrubbery makes you turn.

You don’t really want to know how long the man’s been guarding you without a word. If it were anyone but one of your father’s most trusted men, you’d probably have some distrust. Instead you only pull your knees to your chest, and continue tossing rocks into the babbling brook.

“Lady, it’ll get dark soon. Your parents don’t want you playing out here so late.”

The small area isn’t open enough to lure any visitors. You’d be fine. Still, you slowly bob your head, waiting for him to step away from the tree edge into the river bank with you. “I had a weird dream, only it didn’t feel like a dream.” The reeds sway in the wind, and you almost let the perfect surrounding whisk away the thought. But the man’s hand drops from his sword, and he gives the faintest of nods. “There was a monster here when I fell asleep— one with a huge mouth packed full of teeth. I saw eyes in the water, and hair so long it covered its whole body.” The tart remnants of your delicately applied makeup wash away as you swallow. “I think- it was a yokai.”

“There’s no yokai here, lady,” he patiently responds, and you turn to him better. This time taking a proper look. If the damp hair tied in a bun is anything to go off of, he was most likely called out of his bath to come out looking for you. You bite your lip, apology lingering on your tongue. But that’s where it stays, as the man continues. “There’s monsters only where people don’t go. You needn’t worry.”

“Are you comforting me?” A slight giggle passes your lips before you can help it. “I know you think I’m lying. You don’t believe anything you don’t see with your own eyes.”

“... It’s not for a lack of trying.” He smooths a hand over his hakama, before resting it back on the pristine handle of his sword. The dragonflies buzz over the low edge of the water, and your feet ache a little from the cold. You’d love to ask to be carried right about now, but spare the poor man the effort. It’s the least you can do. After another few minutes of silence and watching the sun disappear entirely below the tree line, he finally clears his voice. “Come on, lady. We should really get back. You’re precious to your parents. You’re precious to us all. I can’t leave you here.”

This river runs from the high mountains all the way through the small lake that borders the gates of your home; and all the way down the lowlands— and it’s said that on the day of your birth the river flooded, and provided the most bountiful harvest of the last few decades. Even as a child, there was no ignoring the gleeful whispering of the ladies, nor the calculated introductions of sons of poorer lords at every birthday or feast. Some day not too long from now you will get married and spread providence over the land… and there won’t be time for napping by rivers or running off half-dressed into the forest.

Somehow, despite the honor, a small part of you goes cold at that. The water glistens under the last of the light— and you take a long look into the deep of it. The eyes the color of hot coals flash through your mind once more, and you start pulling the fabrics of your dresses aside to put your zori back on. “I know it was a monster- but-” The wind picks up when you turn over your shoulder and smile your most genuine smile. “I wasn’t scared, I think. Perhaps it was friendly.”

The guard is quiet as he watches you get up from the riverbank, and sticks a comfortable distance after helping you gently up onto your feet. You suppose he doesn’t really have the heart, or perhaps confidence, to tell you what he really thinks of your childish talk. The barely-there path back to your home has you growing much more tired— as if weights are tied to your legs. You wish you could stay. The moss crunches softly under your feet, and the dewy air starts to feel a bit cold to the touch. Despite everything, it’s always peaceful here. You cast a brief glance up to the man as he pushes the shrubbery aside. His face has a vacant sort of look, until he catches you looking, and his mouth curls up. “I’ll tell your maiden servants to prepare a purifying ritual for you.”

“Ugh, no, please. Anything but that.”

+

“The koi fish aren’t around anymore, are they, lady?” There’s a slight hesitation in her voice as your maid walks up.

You nod, lift your sleeves to brush your fingers through the water and wait. You got them as a present for your coming of age festivities— the most beautiful blue grey with red fins— much too expensive for your liking but a courting gift nonetheless. You’d been quite fond of the walks out of your houses’ walls because of them. The feed floats sadly on the surface of the inlet, where the clear river water shows no sign at all of the normally curious animals. “It seems like they’ve gone.” What a shame.

Your other maiden scans the area, before rushing to help you up onto your feet as she lowers her head. “Should we ask the master to procure some more? We know feeding the fish brings you much joy.”

The girl helps to fix your sleeves again, before awaiting your call. “No, that’s quite alright. There’s no use replacing a gift.” You cast a wary glance at the bay once more, not quite sure what you’re looking for; but fail to find anything out of the ordinary. A sight furrow comes to your brow, before you hike up your layers of skirts- much to the shock of your two servants- and turn to them with a softer smile. “I would like to be alone for a bit—”

“Lady!” one of them squeaks, but you only laugh.

“I am certain, Hitsu. Tell my father I will be home before tea and dinner, and if you could prepare my bath…” The dark brunette has a question on her tongue, but does nod with the same trained properness that you’ve come to know. “I simply wish to walk along the river, I won’t swim. It’ll be quick, I promise.” It’s not a lie. You have no intention of ruining your beautiful, expensive clothing by going any further than a shallow few steps. But there’s a nagging memory somewhere in the back of your mind— 

You used to have so many dreams, all of them now too faint to recall. Both young ladies give each other a look, before eventually bowing deeply and heading back towards the palace gates.

See, that nagging sense that you’re forgetting something important, something crucial, overcomes you. It’s almost impossible to ignore, and you kick off your shoes to tread carefully along the edge of the deep pool of fresh spring water. The moss is soft under your feet, keeping a tight grip on your embroidered silks.

When you were only a few years old, you used to have these dreams. Dreams of drowning, of ghouls and demons. They grew scarcer the older you got, and eventually even the weekly purification spells and chants became declared unnecessary. But where the memories once sat, now only a blank hole remains in your mind. And however hard you try to remember, you can never quite get there. You make it to the sloped edge of the river not much later, stepping up the small sputtering waterfall and a few round stones between stray bamboo— nearly still water pooling at your feet.

It’s chilly, but not freezing. Something scratches in the back of your skull, deep down. It trickles down your neck, and with a steady heartbeat, it breathes.

But you can’t catch the thought, and the harder you try, the cloudier it becomes— eventually you click your tongue and start walking along the water edge up stream. You should look for your fish. If they swam out of the inlet somehow, maybe they’d be around. They are, much like you are, bred for captivity and wouldn’t survive too long on their own. The sun casts warm spring rays onto your skin, walking in much needed solitude. When you barely realize you’ve spaced out, you’ve already made it to a bend in the river where peach blossoms float on the otherwise pristine surface of the water— and despite your previous care, you drop your dress.

The blossoms swirl in slow circles. And a raindrop lands on your nose. 

Arms, wrapped tight around your chest. Claws. Wide lashless eyes.

Something floods your brain so suddenly that you stumble back a few steps and gasp, sucking in a breath.

It was here. You can’t exactly make out what, but your gut recognizes the trees, the scraggly stones sticking out of the water. Your lungs full of water, and hands all over.

Bumps rise all over your back as you look around, and water seeps up along your tarikubi robe. It’s so quiet, and the stillness starts to trouble with each droplet that comes down. But you breathe. You’ve been here, perhaps more than once, and the aching, pressing itch deep in your head grows more unbearable. When a metallic flicker catches your eyes, you glance down. The rain now starts up more properly, and though the trees provide some shelter, there’s no hiding away from the cold as you walk in just deep enough to bend and pick up a dainty golden chain from between the smooth rocks.

It’s fine like thread, and cold to the touch, and though you can’t quite explain it; something about this finely crafted piece is familiar too. Even through the rain and the chills crawling all the way up your spine, you study the necklace closer. The intricate detail is almost too pristine.

A soft splash on the other side of the river startles you— The sudden scare makes you lose your balance and fall back onto your lower end. Hard. The ache immediately has you whimpering, but instead of worrying about the pain, you slowly try to catch yourself on the rocks; pained enough in the motion that you swear — you see a person diving underneath the water edge. Something pale and fast. You scream, and whatever you saw dashes away before you can think about doing different. The blossoms drift off as you scramble back up; your bruised palms sting, and your heartbeat still hammers hard in your throat when the silence returns.

But the blurry flash of maroon hair and fiery red eyes you caught is long gone.

And much too soon, the clouds that had seemed so fluffy and beautiful earlier turn a dreary grey. You turn on your heel and book it back down the river side on bare feet— still clamping the chain between your fingers.

+

The wick of your lantern splutters with thick oil as you fail to catch sleep. Even with the spring weather it’s chilly, with you remaining wrapped under a thick blanket. You breathe a long sigh, and listen to the crackling of the candle beside your bed in the absence of any other sound. The earlier lecture of your father, your mother, and even the normally quiet and collected matron of the house still lingers on your mind— it’s not like you can blame anyone. You wouldn’t be the first stupid, brazen young girl who happened to drown, and despite the quiet lives most girls like you live, you most likely won’t be the last.

You shouldn’t have been out there. Your servants had been ghastly pale from fright upon seeing the state in which you returned, and even the thorough scrubbing and hours-long bath didn’t do much to alleviate the ache in your lower back.

Despite all that, you’re stuck. Eyes -monstrous, unnatural eyes- appear in the crevices of your mind each time you close your own. No amount of prayer makes the longing fade, and the longer you lay here, the deeper they seem to dig into your flesh. Goosebumps crawl all over your skin once more. When you throw your blankets off you, you go digging in one of the woven baskets for the thickest bland garments you’ve got— tying them around your hips until you’re dressed enough to peer out into the hall. The frigid air current howls through the house when you gather your lantern, some woven socks, and after a brief bit of deliberation; snatch the golden chain from beside your pillow.

The palace is quiet at night, an almost eerie sort of calm that is broken only by the soft ‘pats’ of your feet on the hardwood— with the lanterns barely providing enough light to see a good arms length at a time. The wind pushes you forward, nuzzling deeper into the collar of your clothing until you make it outside. Even under the starry sky, there’s no doubt that this is a stupid idea. No good can come from nightly outings — though you’ve seen girls come and go in similar ways under the cover of night, you’re quite sure their purpose was less out-for-trouble than you are now. But what else can you do?

How could you ever sleep soundly not knowing what’s out there.

With only the flickering reflection on the water, you bow before your home— you’d be back soon enough. You love your clan— and you have no intention of getting caught in long lectures twice in a night. The guards at the gates have no way of noticing you as you slip into the brush and cover the lamp from sight, as cold breaths form clouds before your eyes.

Your legs move almost instinctively until you come upon the peach tree, and the pretty white flowers rain down with the breeze. You place the candle by your feet; and hesitate before taking your own seat on a round rock right by the water edge. You’ve never seen a yokai. Not that you can remember at the very least, but if you would have-you didn’t expect to here. Not the river that blessed your birth, or the one who gives everyone life by way of harvest. Maybe what you saw was a farmer bathing, or a particularly pale, large cod— wouldn’t that make more sense. Isn’t that exactly why you didn’t tell your father?

Because naïvity and silly wonder seems better than monsters lurking among the shrub.

Sadly, but perhaps unsurprisingly, a soft splashing in the water sets every hair on your body upright— and your mouth goes dry. It’s so dark. So awfully dark that it’s hard to see even past your own feet, if not for the broken reflection of your candle in the water. You know it's there. You feel it, by the rancid sort of churning in your stomach, the rapid beating of your heart. You swallow the tightness in your throat as best you can. “I’ve come to return your necklace. I didn’t mean to steal it, so I’ve come to give it back.” You wish you could let your eyes grow used to the dark, but without candle light, it’d be so much harder to get back home in one piece.

After just the sounds of the river drag on, you slowly take another breath, and try to bite back the wetness that rises every time you try and fail to find the eyes you know are looking at you. “I don’t wish to harm anyone.” The wind seems to howl harder across the river, and you can’t fight the horrible visions of monsters all around you, just there in the darkness; tightening your hands into fists. “So I wish you would not harm me either. You can have it back.” Your hand shakes when you hold out the chain above the water— not nearly far enough for anything to reach it without coming into your sight. But you’re too frightened to go any deeper, and your lungs tighten.

“Please, I-”

The peaceful spluttering of the water is suddenly disrupted by a much louder splashing, and you freeze up with a sharp gasp, shoulders trembling despite yourself. You don’t dare move any more than that— only after a minute or so of silence, you continue. “Hello? Don’t you want your necklace back?”

The reeds shake in the wind, and one of the blossoms brushes along your cheek as it falls into your crouched lap. Your breathing is tense enough to almost hide the little mumble that reaches back. It’s soft, sweet like dripping honey, and makes your whole spine tingle. “We want.”

If you had any less sense, you’d probably run right back home. But the idea of moving is too terrifying, so you’re stuck rooted in place as you take a breath. The voice sounds young enough, but the Japanese is distinctly older than your own dialect, rolling off the tongue with a vague foreign lilt— and it takes your frightened brain a little longer than you want to process that the voice isn’t simply human. When another little splash sounds a bit closer, you pull your outstretched hand back to your chest. “Can you see me?” Your own voice wavers when trying to make out any shape in the river. Alas, it’s just so dark that any further effort hurts your eyes.

“Yes.”

“I’ve come to give back your necklace. I got scared and took it, I’m sorry. I mean no harm-”

“He told.” The voice is unbearably clear. Almost like it’s being spoken directly into your head, even though it’s just a mere whisper among the rippling water. It’s distracting, and feels ice cold between your ears.

“Who’s he?” you try, biting your lip. The river seems to stare back at you, and you can’t do anything but hope you aren’t making some horrible mistake. Are you supposed to talk to the monsters that go bump in the night? “I- I don’t know where you are, I can’t see you.” Despite the soft, gentle nature of the voice, your heart patters wildly, unable to let go of your fear when there’s another closer splash. You must only be a dozen feet away from each other now, and still you can’t even see past the water at your toes. The voice stays quiet for a while.

“You don’t see is … better.”

You don’t respond for even longer. But for whatever reason, you almost want to agree. Not seeing, he almost sounds like a childhood friend of yours. The soft, honeyed words aren’t so frightening when you can’t see what they’re being spoken by; and you gather your last bit of courage to softly open your palm out again towards the night. “I’ll throw it over to you. Can you catch it?”

“No ‘throw’.” The -whatever- struggles with the word as he says it, before going quiet. You’re not sure if he doesn’t want you to throw it, or he simply doesn’t understand— so you just bite your lip and wait for any further comments that eventually do follow. “You put paw- h-hand.” Then, after another breath, “Come.” With a slight tremble in your voice, you breathe out a little laugh. You are really being asked to be braver than any girl with sense would— dragging your lantern closer over the pebbles until it’s right by your feet. Cursing yourself, you blink back nervous tears, trembling as you hike up the edge of your skirts, just the tiniest bit, and place only one foot into the shallowest part of the river for stability.

Your hand drops halfway outstretched, and you watch the flame where she glints back on the chain.

More splashing makes way for a more disturbing sound once it surfaces, of a body dragging over the shallow of the river towards you, scraping along the blunt stones— and you almost dart away when the sound comes close enough to reach. But your fingertips are almost frozen solid when another hand comes ever faintly into view, and wetness drops into your palm. To call it a hand is gracious, you decide. There’s longer digits, clawed, and webbed between each bony finger, and the wet glossy skin is more curved spike than thumb. The paw slides carefully along your hand, swiping up the chain as it goes— and leaves a cold coating all over your palm that you snatch back too quickly.

It’s unbearable to stay so close to something and not see it now, and you quickly hurry back to the safety of your rock as the same shuffling goes back to the water. Your heartbeat’s in your throat, and you can’t find any polite words to offer it until the yokai speaks again.

“Rin present, with- no, f-for you. You give present back, make happy. I am thank you.” You’re welcome, you think, but you barely manage to paint on a little smile before wringing your hands together and picking your lantern back up for safekeeping.

“I’m heading home now. If I’m not back soon my guards will find out.” It doesn’t feel entirely appropriate to thank it for not killing you when it had ample chance to, so you stay quiet. But there’s also a sense of gratitude that washes over you. Soon you’ll be back in bed like all of this was a dream. That seems right. That seems good. Your tongue lingers on your words. “You … What's your name?” The river bank feels much safer now you’re back on solid ground, and you can see the peach blossoms you almost slipped on.

There’s another long pause, where you almost make a run for it back all the way home, before the voice sounds out again from the dark— sugary sweet in its tone.

“Makoto.”

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You’re pretty sure you should be questioning your own sanity. Everyone else wouldn’t hesitate to, and after the few restless nights you’ve had, you should be staying as far away as you can. But curiosity, mixed with a slight sense of obligation, has you walking the river bank like a little droplet flowing back to the sea. The quiet, scruffy man following behind doesn’t say much… never does, and you can’t say you dislike it. But you feel the glances your way, distracting you. Soon you find yourself clearing your voice. “You’re wondering why I’m walking this same path again?”

The older man only hesitates for a moment. “No, lady.”

“Sure you are. I would wonder if I were you.” There’s a faint smile that makes its way up, glancing out over the babbling brook to your left as grass tickles your ankles. “Not too long now and I’ll be engaged…” The peach blossoms above are almost done blooming— and you’ve never known your father to be an indecisive man. “Walking gives me a little break from all the fussing attendants, and father's advisors. Which is why it’d be even better if I were alone-”

It doesn’t take much pushback at all for the man to stop in place and give you a little look, resting his hand on the handle of his sword. “Lady.”

“Oh, please Azuma-san, we’ve had this same conversation for years.”

“I am not to leave you unprotected-”

You turn on your heel to face him. “I want to swim.” The stubborn frown on his face doesn’t move an inch, as your eyes go a little more puppy-esque. You have to know, so you have to lie. It doesn’t bring you joy either, but you might go insane if you have to live with questions for the next twenty years barred in some fancy prison of your future husband’s making. “-Swim right here. Without my very expensive clothing getting ruined.” Still that stone wall refuses to budge, and you throw your last bit of dignity into the ring. If this was anyone else you’d never hear the end of your unrefined words. “So I am going to get undressed.”

“—Ag-lright, just quiet. Your servants hear you and I’ll be lynched in the square.” He sighs deeply, rubbing his hand over his scruff, then gives a little bow. He wants nothing more than to roll his eyes when you offer back a self-satisfied grin, but instead takes a few steps the way you came with a stern look. “I’ll ask one of your maiden servants to make her way over here.”

“Don’t tell her to hurry!” you chant back, only taking off the heaviest layer of clothing once he’s out of sight. You lay it safe out of reach, before kicking off your shoes and socks and waddling towards the big stones again. Sure enough, the river here is a lot deeper than it looks. There’s a ledge in the pool that’s dark enough for almost any kind of monster to hide. This at least means your midnight escape wasn’t a total delusion. The peaceful sway of water grass settles when you dip your toes in the water, and wonder. There’s only a brief few minutes where you sit to think, before a slight thrashing once again captures your attention.

Only when you look up, the river is still, safe for a few tiny fish jumping out of the water. You get up, and tie your skirts up higher to inspect. A large maroon shape darts away into the darkness before you can take a good look, splashing droplets all over the river bank— and you hold your breath. You aren’t crazy. That definitely was much larger than any fish you’ve ever seen, and such a brilliant color that nothing but yokai could possess it. Brighter than all the finest silks, shimmering like a mirror. You wait for what could be a few seconds or an hour, before… someone- something else starts coming up from the darkness.

The olive-golden glitter rises so slow you have no choice but to take in another breath, but luckily don’t scare it away. His light chestnut hair is chopped short-ish, and a strangely human face— with cloudy black eyes, and green gashes either side of his neck— where he hovers below the water surface. It’s not human though. The eyes are big, round and deer-like, nose flatter, and his skin seems almost pearlescent. You don’t have the ability to think if you’re brave or just frozen solid. But whatever the case, the humanesque monster seems to stare for quite a while before judging it safe enough to approach.

It’s only then that you get to see the full extent of his body, scaled from ribs down, with a snake-like bottom half that’s at least longer than your entire body, and ending in a beautiful fish-like tail that feathers out in glittering threads. “Oh…” you breathe, and your arms wrap around yourself for protection, but you still don’t move further. Can’t, more like.

The half-man is close enough -and real enough- to feel a bit nauseating. Close enough to set every hair on your body on end and have your heartbeat a wild patter. But it’s the voice that really makes you feel frigid, gulping for air when that soothing tone comes out of a monstrous mouth. Whatever you had expected to see… wasn’t this. You can’t make out if the near-resemblance is comforting, or more frightening. You shiver at the black tongue, against porcelain white teeth.

“You come back.”

Your nod is hesitant, and you fidget with your jewelry in an attempt to calm your nerves. “I- wanted to see who I’d been talking to, that night. I haven’t slept well since then.”

He hoists himself a little further out of the water onto both hands, clawed and boney. “That was you, right? Makoto?” The brunet only gives a single nod of response, and doesn’t take his dark eyes off you for a second. And you want to laugh, though it isn’t too funny. The scene is just so absurd that you have nothing else to do, but laugh. “Isn’t this weird, talking to each other? How come yokai speak Japanese?” your voice comes, and you only hear how childish you sound when it seems to hang over the river without answer.

Out of all the questions you can ask, that’s what is most important to you? Makoto is gracious as he scoots a little closer once again, scraping his long, heavily muscled tail up over the pebbles and stones. “I listen very many year. Always listen, listen woman, listen warrior, listen you.” He blinks, and blondish lashes are the only normality you have staring back at him. “All can’t speak like me. I -hmm, pras-”

“Practice?” you try, and he clearly agrees when his tail pats happily on the ground. When you smile, he grins back wide and kind, his teeth are much sharper than yours. There’s something so human about the look, that you feel your muscles unwind a little further. You suppose, if he wasn’t so strange looking, with the wrong shades and fins here and there; he’d be quite handsome. He’d go over well with the maiden servants in the clan, too. “Many years, huh? Then- How old are you?”

“Hmmm- old. Very…” He doesn’t seem it, though. You avert your eyes when the water flicks over your feet, slowly dropping your shoes to the side. When you look back, he’s gotten closer yet, and is reaching out his hand towards the edge of the water, towards you. Despite your hesitation, and slight disgust— scaly and seemingly frost bitten pale lips, and unnatural greenish marks along his neck that flare out and in— there’s something that makes you want to follow.

A call, or instinct, to glide into the water and feel it embrace you. “You want come in?” he prompts, softly, and you do. You aren’t much of a swimmer even in high summer, and yet. You find yourself closing the distance and reaching out for his hand, letting your fingertips glide along as you get up to your knees into the water, and then get pulled along further step by unsure step. “Good, come.”

“Ah- it’s cold!” you squeak, but Makoto’s fingers wrap around your hand to support you even when you get almost up to your chest into the river, water crawling up your clothing and making your chest feel tight. “Sh- it's so cold.”

“Water not cold. You warm.” Only when he comes up in front of you do you truly notice how much bigger he is. His hands dwarf yours, and even though you’re higher up, his tail is curved aside to fit on the ground so he stares down at you— covering the sun from your view. He towers over any man you’ve ever seen, and his human-esque top half is still much broader than most. Like a hard plane of muscle, marked with thousands of golden freckles that shift in color the longer you look.

Shivers climb up your legs, and the water seeps your energy out of you. Wrapping your free arm around yourself, you rub some heat into your skin. Those pale lashes flutter as he gives you a half lidded glance, and the freckles that also go across his cheeks color a little more amber. “Lady is … cute.” Large hands suddenly slide along your sides up, before dragging over your shoulders and slowly taking your clothing with it, removing one of a few layers as he leans in. “Here, better without.”

“Oh. No- I don’t- think-”

“Shhh. Better, I know,” he seems to get closer, even though you are too busy staring back into the darkness of his eyes to really notice; and let him untie the robes enough to toss it towards the water edge. Then he pauses, and gets up higher onto his coiled tail to pull another layer off and throw it. Until you’re left standing in only your flimsier linen undergarb, and you’re suddenly much too aware of how peaked your nipples are against the scratchy fabric. But his hands slide up along your thighs to start peeling that off too, when you grab for him and shake your head.

Makoto insists. “No cold when not -this.” His hands keep going up even with your pressure on them.

Having a night encounter with a man is one thing, but you don’t know how you’d ever explain this if someone saw. You can’t dart away in a flash and escape the consequences. You have to go home after this. “I need my clothes to go back—” you quickly beg, ignoring the soft pads of his fingers along your upper thighs, “and if people see- Makoto, please.” Your whole body aches with the cold, and though the touch feels nice, it doesn’t seem right. Your nakedness isn’t a simple thing, even if his is.

“Clothes heavy. Water don’t like clothes.” He turns you around and you lose your footing on the stable flooring, arms quickly clinging onto his wide shoulders for support— it does make his point. Your clothes are incredibly heavy soaked, and pull down on you as strong arms ever so slowly wrap around your waist; nose only a few inches from yours. You can’t help it, your face gets hot. Cheeks, ears, nose- everything starts getting a distracting warm glow that you do your best to ignore, pulling your lip between your teeth. Even so, he seems to look down at you with intrigue, water reflecting in the black of his eyes. “What?”

“You’re very close…” you confess, and also try to release some of the tightness of your embrace— but amusement only brings him closer. He tilts his head, before leaning in until your foreheads meet, and the cooler skin consumes you. “Makoto-sama-”

“Human kiss, hm?” He’s so close, and his mouth is right there -and though you have no clue why, you really want to. The thought is almost as real as the air you breathe, feeling his hands roam all over your body through the soaked linen. Your voice doesn’t make it out when you nod, but he still lifts you into his chest, and your fingertips dig into his shoulders instinctively. “Show me how to kiss? You little one -hmm- good- fit.” You can’t help it, in place of physical heat there’s a sort of aching fire that spreads through your limbs the longer you stay close— and once you start you can’t stop.

Your mouth meets his first, lips moving with yours as his arms squeeze tighter; but when your tongue brushes his lips and meets his, he makes a noise. A low sort of purring that rattles his chest, and has him leaning in harder, trying to bury you into his body as your tongues brush and you suck and moan. His taste is mild but his tongue is heavy, and much longer than yours when it slips further into your mouth. Much longer, bigger, and the wetness soon has you feeling like you can’t breathe.

You pull back with a gasp, staring at the way his long tongue brushes along those sharp teeth before he leans in more. “Again.” You try to make some separation between your two bodies, but clearly Makoto doesn’t care for it when he clamps his hand down around your hip and kisses you more, melting to you as his tongue brushes against yours. He kisses like you’re the first and last thing he’s tasted, even when you moan a little whimper at the lack of air. His cold skin prickles against yours, grinding his waist against you slowly as your head pounds. Still, it feels good.

You don’t ever want to leave— and it’s this exact feeling that has you pulling back for air. You must be out of your mind. He stares with a blown out sort of hunger when you say his name again, and run your fingers along his shoulders up a little. “I’m going to get in trouble if someone finds me here- and- it’s not like we can—” Your cheeks get even hotter when you try to say the words, not even sure if he’d understand. Does a yokai’s understanding include human nighttimes? When he shows no intention of putting you down, you bury your face into his chest, feeling even smaller than before.

Though his skin is cold to the touch, there’s an intense amount of heat surging between you two, almost impossible to ignore— and the way you’re positioned against him, large arms caging you against his waist that pushes into you— doesn’t help anything. You can feel yourself get more slick each time you move your legs. He seems to chuckle when you groan- and as if sensing your train of thought, he rubs his nose along your ear and down the sensitive of your neck with a lower voice. “I want see. Human body so little. Want see it.”

That’s the tipping point. Every fiber in your being aches to obey, to let yourself get touched, seen, taken by him— and your mouth drops open a sliver as you struggle to find words. Your feet can’t reach the bottom here, and Makoto seems content to keep rubbing against you in a slow sea-saw motion that makes your center feel entirely hot. And eventually you crack. Blinking up at him, you breathe a faint “okay”, and let him turn you around. His hands are quick in their exploration, sliding under the last layer up your thighs, squeezing every few inches as he goes up. When he gets to your center, there’s a little flutter of his eyes, before those digits slide in and brush over your pussy, rubbing just soft enough to leave you wanting. “Warm,” he breathes, and then pulls you a little closer. “You do me too.”

As he pushes your last layer of clothing open fully and starts sliding it off your shoulders, you allow yourself just a little curiosity. He’s handsome, and he’s close, and you just feel so needy. Your breathing is still short against his chest, but your numb fingers glide down his sides with purpose as the muscles flex under your touch. His chest rumbles when you whine at the prodding and circling of his fingers around your dripping pussy, and you glide your hands down to his tail. The touch feels a little coarse, but he’s warmer there, and when you rub your palm over the area he’d been grinding into your waist, your fingers feel a softer, spongey slit. Makoto hisses when you rub a finger up and down, and you feel more heat burn onto your face. “Here?”

The question is answered when your finger slips in and is all hot, and something bumps you. But he picks you up and with one swift dash, lays you down on the river bank to get up between your legs. You need to open wide to allow him to fit, and can only whine out his name when the weight of his body over yours pushes you into the cold stones. He licks the air a few times, before grunting. You wish you could do anything other than just flush and look away when his hands descend onto your tits and start touching and rubbing, and the pressure leaves you all exposed. But it doesn’t take long for his attention to shift back to between your legs, and now with a better angle, he sinks down to nose below your navel. “Hmn-”

The purring is paired with a flaring of the gashes on his neck, and his eyes roll back. When his hands spread your legs up as wide as you can go, he nuzzles into you, and that long black tongue peeks out to lick slowly. You can’t help it, you moan. Loudly. It feels like a million pinpricks are traveling your body, as the very long, heavy tongue drags a long strip up your center, and then the tip of it laps at the wetness coating your hole— that quickly gets pushed open further with each sloppy lick. His tongue pushes inside you as he sucks and the feeling of something so hot and so- squirmy makes you squeeze your eyes closed. It’s too strange, but you can’t pull back.

Your hands even reach for his head to tangle your fingers in his hair and whine, your back curling from the floor. You’re drenched- no longer just water as your pussy clenches around his tongue that he forces in to lick places you’ve never been licked. Makoto wraps an arm around your thigh to pull it over his shoulder when you curl and wiggle against him- you can’t help it, it feels so good. Everything’s so sensitive, like your entire body’s been doused into hot water and you’re drowning— only difference is, you’re actively longing for more.

It’s better than any drink-induced daze, late night tussle with a stable boy. It’s even better than your own touch and mind, because he’s just so big and you’re so full, so hot. Your hips grind against his face when he sucks again, and his nose brushes your most sensitive area— and try not to let the water into your mouth when you yerk again. “Ah, ahg, Makoto-sama. I can’t- I can’t handle this much, please. Oh dear gods, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Ah-ughhh, f- ah, please -keep going.”

Your lower belly is wound so tight, and even the sound of his breathing against you feels good. You could melt into the floor with how much slick is coating your insides, dripping out of you around the suction on your cunt. And Makoto doesn’t have any intention of moving. Your mind aches— you want more. You want to wrap your entire body around him and come apart— as his large hands squeeze your thighs tight and wrap them around his head like he can’t get deep enough.

The sloppy, wet sounds of his face burying between your legs to stuff you full of tongue, licking and sucking at your sensitive pussy. It has your muscles so tight as you roll your hips against him, and you can’t stop shaking. “Oh, I’m g-gonna cum— I can’t! I can’t. It feels so- gud. Ah, ahh. What is happening?” When your fingers clench in his hair, he lets out a long, animalistic groan as he glances back up. Still his tongue isn’t fully inside you. “I can’t- Makoto, I can’t!” Even though he’s reaching further than fingers can, he’s still able to fold the deft black muscle over your clit and slot his lips around it to suck. Hard.

And your body can’t handle any more. While his heartbeat pulses through his tongue against your clit, everything goes white, your muscles clenching so hard it hurts. And your heart beats so hard it feels like it stops altogether. If you make any noise at all, you can’t hear yourself over the pounding in your head, rattling your body so hard that nothing except you and him exist. Your eyes are shut until you’re aware of how he grunts against you and pinpricks get too unbearable. But he doesn’t stop, lifting your body to his face and allowing you to ride out your orgasm against him for what feels like forever.

When you feel like you can hear yourself breathe again, you unwrap your legs from around his head. “I thought my heart was going to explode. If Hitsu knew…”

Your eyes are teary when they flutter open against the light, and the black abysses that stare back are barely narrowed slits. Dipping his gills into water briefly before getting up above you again, Makoto seems different. There’s something predatory that wasn’t there before. You can’t help but go quiet. As his hands drag your body down a few inches, you swallow. “Are you okay? Sorry. I feel like I should thank you— I haven’t come that hard, ever. I don’t know about yokai but I don’t think I could feel that good.” His muscular body covers most of the river from your view, but you find it almost too hard to look at him. You’re still hot; but your skin feels cold.

His fingers slide down along your side when he lets out a little groan. “Yokai don’t do this.” Then he goes to brush his face and mouth along your throat, and you shiver a little at the feeling. “So pretty. Warm. I like warm. Stay with me?” You let him grind himself on top of you and embrace him the best you can, only fitting around the narrow of his waist, but after just a second you yerk up. Makoto pulls his head back when he notices, and you get another brush against your slit that makes a cold shiver run up your spine. Where the slit sat before, a dick has emerged- and your mouth drops open a little. The thing is vaguely dick shaped, but has spurs at the base like an anchor, is more pointed at the tip; and it also pulses with each breath.

“Pretty warm body, good. Smell good too.”

You can’t help but swear when you avert your eyes, and instead wrap your arms back around his neck. “Oh, fuck.” Surely, this is where you’d draw the line. Right? But the touching of that against you doesn’t make your body react the way you think it should. The prodding along your inner thighs just leaves you feeling empty, like you’d like to start all over again. Makoto grunts out a little breath when your tits brush his chest, before staring down at you.

After a few seconds of studying your face, and probably the heat that’s flooding your features, he licks his lips. “Human men have… hm-”

“Yes,” you quickly say. He smacks his lips and grinds against you again. “They uhm- put it inside.” If the answer shocks him, he certainly doesn’t show it— looking like he’s barely holding back from crashing his face back to yours and turning you over to fuck you like the begging whore you feel like. The longer he just keeps his solid body against yours, the harder it is to ignore yourself getting wet again against the pulsing of his cock. The purring, clicking noise coming from him feels nice, and you pull at him. “You’re not done yet, right? I can do more.”

You angle your hips a little, and try not to sound so desperate when looking up at him for a kiss. “Please- put it inside me. I- I want to feel you.” Your hands slide over the rougher scales down between you two to reach for him, and hesitate a little when his cock is heavy and covered in some sort of slime; and it seems to follow your touch. But you’re too far past embarrassment to truly care, and Makoto groans when you wrap your fingers around him to squeeze softly. “I need you.” You really don’t know what’s wrong with you. You feel like your body’s being torn apart. You want to be filled, fucked full of him, and get pumped round of his kids— all things that you shouldn’t be thinking about. You didn’t with any men you’ve been with. You can’t.

Even though you know you’re being ludicrous, when he goes in for a kiss, you cling onto him hard; digging your nails into his back. You don’t even know if he could fit. His cock is proportionate to him- but it’s big and long and girthy enough to put any man to shame. You should care. You should care that you could regret being filled up to your breaking point, but you’re just so, so desperate. You might die if he doesn’t fuck you. You can feel it. “Please, please, please—”

—You slide a few feet across the floor, angry thrashing scaring you up into a flounder as you breathe in deeply. Makoto’s dragged off of you and down before you can even blink, water splashing everywhere; and you struggle back to the riverbank with wide eyes. Now you’re no longer side by side with another person- no, creature- you suddenly feel the entire ache of the cold water. The shortness of breath, the numbness of your lips and hands and feet. You feel the painful sting of your back where you’ve been sliced by a dozen sharp rocks, struggling to keep your head above water. And you feel the soreness between your legs of having been filled by something too big.

When you get over the pure shock, you notice the struggling has stopped, and you notice your creature’s golden shape next to someone else. They glitter and glint even in the low light of the afternoon, and you furrow your brows. The second shape only gets clearer when the light shines through the water and colors the flickers a blinding maroon. Your tongue feels cold.

Your arms wrap over your chest and cover up the best you can when Makoto surfaces again and gives you a kind smile, but you take a slight step back. His long, pale lashes flutter when he reaches out a hand. “Sorry. Rin don’t want to bleed you.” Your back and your painful scrapes are the lesser of your worries though. Whatever spell you were under, you’ve been snapped out of. You feel entirely strange- enough to have hot tears welling up along your waterline. What the hell have you been dragged into? You were going to… do things with some monster you didn’t know existed until today. Your brain screams and pounds, and your stomach is entirely flipped. But the brunet softly continues. “He don’t like I take you. Can you come here?”

“No.” Your hair now sticks to your neck and chest, and every second you’re out of the water, is one where the feeling comes back to your limbs. Your arms are so heavy as you keep them up. “There’s more of you?” You don’t know what you expected, really. Maybe you should have known. Maybe you should have questioned. But how could you have truly known?

“Yes.” he answers after a beat, and swims up a little closer with a frightening ease. “Shhh, okay. He will come. You stay.” You try to tell him not to, but he dips below the water surface before you get the chance to ask him not to, splashing water all over as he does— and you don’t know what else to do but to stare at the small bubbles that pop as peach blossoms wash over your feet. Before too long, the reddish shape surfaces alongside Makoto. He lingers in the deep of the river however; fiery eyes zeroing in on you without blinking at all. He stays submerged from the nose down, and you can’t help but feel too watched. 

Your heartbeat doesn’t calm when the brunet swims up closer, and you take a little breath. “Who’s that?”

“Rin,” Makoto softly, sweetly answers, as if he was expecting the question all along. He smiles wide like a saint, and you have to ignore the voice in the back of your head that tells you to get back in the water. His hand reaches out though, and you almost want to. Almost. Your arms and back break out in goosebumps. Then Makoto looks back at the other yokai, and gives you a smiley once-over. It takes you a little too long to recognize something else that plays over his features though. A strange sort of knowing, like he’s seeing right through you. “You Rin’s mate.”

You don’t know why you don’t get up and run.

“Come back in?”

Only that the voice in the back of your head gets more unbearable. You wrap your hands over your ears, and try to hang on.

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[yyxandere]

Ok but what if like darling made the yanderes ((from any ace attorney or yakuza character)) the second choice like y'know if darling doesn't get with the first person / first choice they'd go to the yanderes (?) I feel so bad to think of it but like H!$(2)?2{¢ - 🍎 anon

-ˋˏSINCERELY YOURS. . . ->

🍎Anon, you just love your angst huh😭😭 {{{(>_<)}}}

They would be so devasted, they are willing to bare their entire heart for you, but only when you don't have another choice, always the second, it hurts yet, they are desperate for you and are willing to accept the fact that they are your second choice anything to be with you.

YAKUZA

Kiryu Kazuma, Goro Majima, Saejima Taiga, Shimabukuro Rikiya, Makoto Makimura, Reina, Tatsuo Shinada, Kiyomi Kasahara, Ichiban Kasuga, Eri Kamataki, Issie Hoshino,

ACE ATTORNEY

Phoenix Wright, Maya Fey, Maggey Byrde, Dick Gumshoe, Adrian Andrews, Iris Fey, Apollo Justice, Wocky Kitaki, Vera Misham, Athena Cykes, Juniper Woods, Robbin Newman, Raymond Shields, Sebastian Debeste, Katherine Hall, Espella Cantabella, Ryunosuke Naruhodo, Susato Mikotoba, Rei Membami, Albert Harebrayne,

No. They will not accept this. They ruined people's lives, careers,s and many more just for you, and all they get are you taking them for granted?! Disappointed and rage aren't even enough to tell how much they felt when they found out those facts. No one takes them for granted and that logic also applies to you. They will make you crave for them they will ruin your life, and when you reach rock bottom you will see them as your only choice.

YAKUZA

Akira Nishikiyama (Kiwami), Tachibana Tetsu, Goda Ryuji, Yoshitaka Mine, Takumi Someya, Ryo Aoki, Joon-Gi Han (6), Mitsuru Kuroiwa,

ACE ATTORNEY

Miles Edgeworth, Matt Engarde, Dahlia Hawthorne, Kristoph Gavin, Alita Tiala, Ga'ran Sigatar Khura'in, Simon Keyes, Mael Stronghart, Barok Van Zieks.

[captaindarkchocolatesstuff]

Day 3:The Faun [Makoto Tahcibana]

[N/S/F/W Undercut. Minors Do Not Interact]

[TW: Noncon]

The day you laid your eyes upon him in the forest, was the day your fate fell into his hands, a fate that was no longer yours to call your own the moment you made contact.

He was otherworldly, with the bottom portion of his body resembling that of a hooved creature, yet the rest of him was all man. He sat upon a rock, enjoying the company of the critters around him as he hummed a song, it was familiar yet distant. The aura that captivated you gave you a sense of harmony and calm, that you stood still as you watched him.

Then his eyes met your own. Though clearly startled by your presence he kept still, and as he stared at you he only saw the wonder and curiosity that glimmered within your eyes.

Standing up he outstretched his hand towards you, with a kind smile he spoke.

“I’m Makoto Tachibana ”.

It was at that moment when you should’ve slipped away, ignored him, and not give him the pleasure of telling him your name. But yet it was your ignorance of his facade that kept you in place. 

He was kind and even introduced his friends to you when you stayed around him for long periods of time. It all played out like a fairy tale in a children's book, now that you thought about it you really should’ve considered their origins too, after all even a child’s tale was two-faced. 

It really was naive of you to think that what you and Makoto were a friendship turned into romance, because while you had your head held up in the sky you missed all the warnings that hung above Makoto, like a dark cloud that clung to him. You still wondered though, when was it that Makoto began to delude himself into thinking that what he had for you was called love? Was it at times when you stayed with him until the sky shined with stars?

Was it when you two hung out with his friends that lived with him in the forest grounds? Was it the night you two finally confessed and drowned in each other's passionate love the night you stayed in the forest? Or the innocent chaste kiss that you left on his cheek when you left him to go home after a day of events? 

Did it all begin, the very day you first met?

Even now as you sobbed and moaned while he gave you praise and longing kisses, you wondered how you couldn’t see past his facade.

With each thrust he delivered his lips met your own, swallowing your pleas and cries, the desperation behind his tone was definite as he cried out your name while he clung to your body. Even as he said he loved you, something deep inside you was terrified of it, of what he claimed to be love for you. He was hurting you, but he didn’t see it like that, your pitiful attempt at escape was met with restraint and faux tenderness.

Even at the climax of the debauched acts, you couldn’t stop your tears as Makoto kissed them away.

“(Y/n)...”, he called to you, so softly, as he caressed your bottom lip with his thumb staring deep into your eyes with his darkened ones, it made you flinch as his face drew closer to your own.

“I’m glad you found me that day”.

You regret ever meeting him. 

[nana-is-loading]

ummmmm may i request a yandere makoto tachibana x reader hcs? gender-neutral if that’s okay

of course! i’m such a huge simp for Makoto, he’s adorable! i had such a fun time writing this

Yandere Makoto x Reader hcs

Makoto Tachibana, a familiar name. Where have you heard that before? oh right! You guys were in the same classes. Despite not knowing much about him, he had kept a few tabs on you.

As far as pet names go, he likes to call you “my love” or “darling”

He would never hurt you. It wouldn’t even cross his mind. If Makoto layed a hand on you, he wouldn’t be able to forgive or live with himself.

Makoto wouldn’t hurt innocent people. Some examples are a person you had a crush on (if they aren’t a horrible person), your sweet and caring friends, and maybe your family. It all really depends

He can’t bring himself to get his hands dirty. He’d ask other people to do the work for him. What can i say, the boy has a weak stomach

He sticks to stalking you because he doesn’t really have to hurt anyone.

Makoto would love to sneak into your room while you’re asleep so he can get a “front row seat”, but he doesn’t wanna risk getting caught so watching from the window will have to do

He would kidnap you 100%. He would teach you what he learned in school that day though, just so you could still get an education.

Makoto also doesn’t like to treat what he’s doing like a crime and sugarcoats things a lot

As he shushed you while you yelled and screamed for help.“Kidnapped..... is such a dirty and cruel word, my love”

In all honestly, he really just felt like what he did would keep you safe. He wouldn’t ever force you to do something you wouldn’t wanna do

Makoto genuinely cares about and loves you, he just.......didn’t choose the right way to show it whatsoever

[anime-horoscope]

characters that go yandere for you:

aries: sasuke uchiha

taurus: sakamaki ayato 

gemini: light yagami

cancer: makoto tachibana

leo: izaya orihara

virgo: levi ackerman

libra: tsukiyama shuu

scorpio: seijurou akashi

sagittarius: sebastian michaelis

capricorn: mikaela hyakuya

aquarius: bakugo katsuki

pisces: oikawa tooru

[yanderecrazysie]

"I'll do whatever it takes to protect you" - hubby fireman Makoto!

The party you were at was going up in flames- literally.

A tiny part of you was relieved.

There had been a couple of guys that were hitting on you and wouldn't take "no" for an answer.

They had eventually taken a half-drunk girl up to one of the rooms for some "fun".

For some reason, the fire department only sends your husband to the scene.

You find that a little suspicious, but quickly dismiss the thought.

Makoto is quick to lead everyone outside and save those stuck in the rooms.

Everyone except those two guys and the girl they'd brought upstairs.

"Makoto, there's still three people trapped in there!"

Makoto's silent, working on putting out the fire, but avoiding the area where the three people were cowering.

"Makoto, you have to save them!"

He turns to you, face oddly blank.

"I'll do whatever it takes to protect you."

You have a sinking feeling that you know what caused the fire.

[memysqui]

Hiyori is the Yandere!Makoto y’all wished fooooooooooor

[iwaasfairy]

FrEE! ♡︎ 正面の敵だけ見てろ、相棒

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༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ 𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐈 ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

TACHIBANA MAKOTO

┌ “ ! ˓〃 fluidity | part 1 | tw monsterfucking, yandere

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐀 ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

MATSUOKA RIN

nothing yet

MIKOSHIBA SEIJURO

nothing yet

YAMAZAKI SOSUKE

nothing yet

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

[yyxandere]

Your meme involuntarily brought to mind a scenario: darling one is preparing dinner, and her child is sitting next to the yandere at the table, waiting to enjoying your delicious cooking, and a short dialogue ensues.

Child: Hey mister! You're smashing my mom, aren't you?

Yandere and Darling: (Frozen in place in surprise and began to sweat nervously).

Child: Don't worry, mister! I really don't mind you as a dad, you are very good!

Darling: (Places dinner on the table in awkward silence, trying not to look at anyone out of shame).

(I can’t help but get the impression that darling's child will be that troll and matchmaker who always smiles innocently after every awkward comment as if he/she didn’t create the awkward situation 🥴)

-ˋˏSINCERELY YOURS. . . ->

EHEHEHEHH I AM SO HAPPY SOMETHING LIKE THIS CAME TO MY ASK FHIW EHEHEHHE (✿◡‿◡)

Imagine if Darling's kid wants just both of you and Yandere to be together so they can have another parent/father figure and all I got to say is…was darling and Yandere a bit too loud….(yandere getting backshots from darling 🤨😔) (I JUST LOOST MY DOOOOG)

Yandere is about to give Darling's kid a sibling all right😈😈😈

They would be immediately flushed when they heard the kid say that, but deep inside are happy that the kiddo approves of them after they spend more time with their kid may it be spoiling them and giving gifts, or even helping them with their homework, they want 100% of the kid's approval.

Kiryu Kazuma, Taiga Saejima, Kashiwagi Osamu, Makoto Makimura, Tetsu Tachibana, Yeonsu Kim, Sawamura Yumi, Makoto Date, Dojima Daigo, Tanimura Masayoshi, Tatsuo Shinada, Ichiban Kasuga, Masaharu Kaito and who you ever think of!

Mf is SMUG, they're happy that your kid approves of them and they too would spoil the kid, but heck even if without the kid's approval they would still date their parent/mom, the kid approving them is just an extra bonus. (about to get that milf bagged 😈)

Ryuji Goda, Ryo Aoki, Goro Majima, Akiyama Shun, Joon-Gi Han, and who you ever think of!

[reareaotaku]

Masterlist I

Updated: September 13, 2023 [Completed] !Masterlist II Here!

Bnha

A Beautiful Tail Dead Man Running Pt1, Pt2, Pt3 What It's Like To Be A Dad Hate Kind of Love Yandere Shoto Todoroki Headcanons Trying to Breakup [Deku, Bakugou, Shoto] Man-Eating Bird Male! Toga

Voltron

I Don't Hate You

Swat Kats

A Pretty Kat Chance Furlong Headcanons

SVTFOE

A Sick Love

Sailor Moon

Escape The Squad

Kim Possible

Maybe We Need A Break

Hansel & Gretel

A Look into the Dark Fairy Tales Pt1, Pt2, Pt3

Lego Ninjago

The Green/Gold Ninja

Scooby Doo

Yandere Daphne Blake Yandere Scooby Doo

Own Characters

Are You The Villain Harry the Lawyer Priest Son Yandere Loser

Thunder Cats

You're a Prince? Fuck-

Charlie Brown

What an Annoyance Aged Up! Schroeder [Peanuts] Headcanons

Monster High

Yandere! Porter "Paintergeist" Geiss Headcanons Yandere! Cleo De Nile

Euphoria

Yandere! Nate Jacobs

Red Shoes & The Seven Dwarfs

Yandere! Prince Merlin Headcanons

Ben 10

Keep My Girlfriend's Name Out Of Your Mouth

Invincible

Yandere! Mark Grayson [Invincible] Headcanons

Big Mouth/Human Resources

Yandere! Pete Headcanons Loving You So [Connie]

Skip Beat

Yandere! Ren Tsuruga Headcanons

Lolirock

Yandere! Lolirock Headcanons

Metal Family

I'm Not a Stalker!

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Yandere Aang Headcanons

Miraculous Ladybug

Chloe x Reader x Mari

Percy Jackson

Yandere! Percy Jackson Headcanons

Twilight

Yandere! Edward Cullen Headcanons Yandere! Jacob Black Headcanons

Free! Swim Club

Yandere! Haruka Nanase Headcanons Yandere! Nagisa Hazuki Headcanons Makoto Tachibana Headcanons

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Yandere Sabrina Headcanons

Assassination Classroom

Yandere Karma Headcanons

My Life As A Teenage Robot

My Neighbor was a Robot

Phineas and Ferb

Ferb Fletcher Headcanons

The Originals/Vampire Diaries

Yandere! Klaus Mikaelson Headcanons Yandere Klaus Courting Yandere Elijah Mikaelson Headcanons Yandere! Damon Salvatore Headcanons

Shadows of Rose

My Only Friend [Drabble]

Welcome Home [COMPLETE/FINISHED]

You are Mine [Drabble] [Wally] Lovey Dovey Darling [Wally]

Bob's Burgers

Being a Belcher Calvin Fischoeder Headcanons

Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Rodrick Heffley

Futurama

Yandere! Philip J Fry

Megamind

Yandere Metro Man

There's Someone in your House

Yandere! Zach Sandford Headcanons Sneaking Off with Zach

Barbie

Why Don't You Love Me? Yandere Ken! Headcanons I Love You Like a Doll [NSFW] Pleasurable Sin [NSFW] Red Faced Loser I'll Never Stop Loving You Don't Run from my Love

Clone High

Yandere! Joan of Arc Headcanons JFK Headcanons

Sabrina the Teenage Witch [1996]

Harvey Kinkle Headcanons

Corpse Bride

Yandere! Victor Van Dort Headcanons

Fairytales

Yandere! Male Cinderella Yandere! Peter Pan

Merlin BBC

Yandere! Merlin Headcanons

ICarly

Childhood Crush [Fred Headcanons]

IT

Ben Denbrough Headcanons Fear and Anxiety [Eddie]

Scream

Yandere! Billy Loomis Headcanons Call Me, Baby [Yandere! Billy Loomis] Lively Party Bloody Hands

SVU

Detective Chester Lake Headcanons Dr. George Huang Headcanons Rafael Barba Headcanons Sonny Carisi Headcanons

[captaindarkchocolatesstuff]

Requested: Yandere! Sousuke Yamazaki & Makoto Tahcibana w/ Shared Darling

Okay well this relationship will start off as a standoff, in the beginning, Makoto and Sousuke don’t know too much about each other other than having a connection through their mutual friend Rin

They size each other up and when they both figure out that the other has eyes on their darling it is going to be the beginning of their rivalry until they come to a compromise

Makoto will have an advantage of getting to know their darling due to his gentle aura that he emanates, Sousuke has a pretty cold front that tends to stir away others, so he can’t help but be annoyed with the way Makoto will casually greet you and hold a conversation with him while you fidget anxiously around himself

Though Makoto isn’t really good when it comes to stalking you and digging up more information on you, Sousuke’s advantage is that he can listen to you discreetly without being noticed, Makoto doesn’t have that advantage since he doesn’t know how to hide well enough to look inconspicuous 

Both recognize each other as rivals but when they get too distracted by each other to notice another individual aiming to pursue a romantic relationship with you they will reluctantly form a compromise with one another

This individual approaching you will make Makoto kidnap you, but once Sousuke figures this out he’d be rather frustrated considering how he’d much prefer cornering you with time rather than causing a ruckus by stealing you away, depending on how well Makoto hid you Sousuke is reluctantly willing to let it go so long as no one is able to figure out where you are hidden

They don’t really like the idea of sharing you, it makes Makoto huffy and Sousuke irritated but they can agree that the arrangements would be better than having to deal with each other and other “rivals”, those previous thoughts gave them more work, but with them mutually benefiting each other they have less work to do when it comes to securing you 

They don’t exactly like the way either of them treats you, to Sousuke, Makoto spoils you too much and he’s just too soft on you, and to Makoto, Sousuke treats you harshly and he’s too rough on you, so while they don’t like the way the other treats you they don’t interfere with one another

And it will be like that for a while, at least until you try to run from them, they don’t like sharing you but if you are putting up a fight against both of them, then they have to do something about it and as much as they don’t like working together they will for the sake of keeping you with them and keeping others away from you

When you keep pushing and fighting that is when they really start to rely on one another, they wouldn’t see each other as threats or bothersome accomplices but as partners with a shared goal, it takes a lot in order for them to form this kind of relationship really

They learn from one another as their relationship develops, sometimes they observe each other or actually talk to one another as you are somewhere in the house situated in a room

I definitely feel like Sousuke would definitely teach Makoto a thing or two when it comes to utilizing their size to their advantage, while Makoto would be the one to give him an emotional drive towards you and have Sousuke recognize that he doesn’t always have to be so distant with you

Between the both of them, Sousuke is the emotionally stable one since Makoto has a tendency to lash out due to his driving emotions and delusional mindset, Sousuke does know how to set Makoto straight when he nearly loses it by being stern with him, depending on how much you fucked up he’ll either let Makoto give you a scare or step in, the same thing can happen when Sousuke unintentionally hurts you as he tries to discipline you, Makoto can either step in or standby depending on what you have done

They both take turns dealing with outside rivals that they perceive as threats to your relationship with them, yes they both can get messy but they try not to kill them off too often, especially if they have you living in populated areas

It takes time but they learn, from a rocky start to a rather smooth finish, they learn from one another as time passes, they learn how to keep you between them and learn each other bounds, becoming a rather large obstacle that gets rather difficult to escape, if there is a chance to escape

Thank you for the Request!: @herothediamond​

[thatanimewriter]

REQUESTING RULES + CHARACTER LIST

➳ i don’t do smut, but i’ll allow suggestive themes ➳ no more than eight (8) characters per ask ➳ no yandere characters or reader ➳ no abo fics ➳ i won’t be doing match-ups ➳ no crossover fics ➳ please specify if it’s a reader insert or general headcanons ➳ no limit to how many asks, you’re welcome to dump :))

full requesting rules (please read before submitting)

REQUESTS: 20/20 character list is under the cut

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐄𝐊𝐈 𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀 (𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺)

yukihira soma tadokoro megumi aldini takumi nakiri erina nakiri alice hayama akira kurokiba ryou ibusaki shun tsukasa eishi kobayashi rindou isshiki satoshi

𝐍𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 (𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺)

sora shiro (platonic or paternal only) riku dola schwi dola (platonic or paternal only)

𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐊𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁 (𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺)

suoh tamaki ootori kyoya fujioka haruhi morinozuka takashi (mori) haninozuka mitsukuni (honey) hitachiin kaoru hitachiin hikaru

𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 (𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺)

tatsumi akame leone lubbock chelsea mine sheele najenda

𝐑𝐖𝐁𝐘 (𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺)

ruby rose weiss schnee blake belladonna yang xiao long jaune arc nora valkyrie pyrrha nikos lie ren winter schnee qrow branwen raven branwen emerald sustrai cinder fall neopolitan oscar pine hazel reinhart whitley schnee

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐉𝐈 (𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺)

sebastian michaelis ciel phantomhive bardroy mey-rin finny edward midford charles grey grell sutcliffe william t. spears madame red joker beast dagger doll snake lawrence bluewer clayton herman greenhill gregory violet cheslock edgar redmond joanne harcourt prince soma agni

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 (𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺)

nanase haruka tachibana makoto hazuki nagisa ryugazaki rei matsuoka rin yamazaki sousuke nitori aiichiro shiina asahi shigino kisumi kirishima ikuya kirishima natsuya serizawa nao toono hiyori

𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔 𝐍𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐀 (𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺)

midoriya izuku bakugou katsuki iida tenya todoroki shouto tokoyami fumikage jirou kyouka uraraka ochako shinsou hitoshi aizawa shouta togata mirio amajiki tamaki shigaraki tomura bubaigawara jin

𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔

shiota nagisa akabane karma horibe itona karasuma tadaomi

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 (𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺)

decim chiyuki nona ginti

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌: 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 (𝘥𝘭𝘤 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥)

claude von riegan ignatz victor marianne von edmund dimitri alexandre blaiddyd dedue felix fraldarius ashe ubert edelgard von hresvelg linhardt von hevring bernadetta von varley gatekeeper shamir nevrand

𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄

vi jinx silco ekko caitlyn viktor vander mylo

𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 (𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦)

arven grusha rika larry atticus penny

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐀𝐈: 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋 (𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 2.2)

dan heng march 7th kafka jing yuan gepard landau blade dr ratio misha aventurine sunday

𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 (𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 1)

itadori yuuji fushiguro megumi kugisaki nobara inumaki toge zen’in maki gojo satoru ryomen sukuna nanami kento

[bonkers-4-hatter]

Yandere Makoto X !Chubby Reader - My Love Burns For You

There you were…

So carefree and happy; swaying gently from side to side on the park bench as your eyes scanned the lake, just enjoying the wonderful weather and day.

Makoto bit his lip as he continued to stare at your form from behind the bushes where he hid well. Having done this many times before, he knew how to disguise himself well in the bush as to not raise anyone’s suspicions. His Green eyes scanned your body and the way it hugged your school uniform – you looked delicious.

Ever since you moved here from America, he was intrigued by you. Being Nagisa’s cousin, you were bubbly and hyper and just so damn cute all the time. You befriended the swim team pretty fast, accepting all of them as your friends since they were Nagisa’s friends.

Makoto was attracted to your personality. Always smiling and offering good words and thoughts to those around you and not even batting an eye at the whispers that started up around the school. This angered him to his core. Students always calling you names and putting you down just because you were a bit bigger than others, even saying it to where he knew you heard, but you still carried on with a giant smile on your face; one that was always contagious.

Then he noticed your sweet form.

The way your body curved and dipped, the rolls and pudginess that adorned you. You were soft in every sense of the word and Makoto wanted you to himself.

Wanting to keep an eye on you, that’s how the stalking started, but he never saw it as that. He was keeping an eye on you was all. Making sure that you weren’t influenced by others and that you were safe. Having been doing this for eight months now, he knew your schedule down pat. After swim club, you always head to the park to just relax and feed some of the ducks that usually stayed there. You’d always stop by the convenience store on your way home to grab a sweet treat and eat it with a cute smile too.

His favorite part though was watching you at home. You were usually home alone a lot since your parents both work jobs that make them travel majority of the time.

Makoto had a safe place to watch you in the backyard, peeking into the dining room window off to the side.

The way your chubby form would dance around the kitchen while you cooked dinner for yourself, or just dancing for the hell of it. The way your body moved; wide hips dipping and round ass shaking in different directions with no care in the world. Those moments always excited Makoto, wanting nothing more than to press his body up from behind you and move along with you, grabbing any part of your soft, supple body he could in his large hands.

“(Y/N)-Chan!” A high pitched voice broke the Green eyed swimmer from his dirty thoughts, his eyes scanned where you still sat on the bench as Nagisa ran over to you.

Gritting his teeth, Makoto watched as the short blond hugged your soft form, his arms wrapping around your middle as he nuzzled his face into your neck. That should be him hugging you like that…not Nagisa.

“Hey Nagisa, what’re you doing here?” Your cousin smiled and leaned his head on your shoulder.

“I was just passing by and knew you liked to relax here,” You hummed in acknowledgement as you both stared at the lake a sense of relaxation filling the air. “Oh yeah!” Turning to look at your cousin, you waiting for him to finish.

He bolted up with an excited grin on his face.

“I wanted to see if you still wanted to join Rei and I this weekend on that little out of town trip we were planning!” He grabbed your chubby hands and gave you his famous puppy dog eyes.

Your laugh broke through the silent park at your cousin’s actions.

“I’ll let you know tomorrow Nagi, I have some things I need to finish.” The blond only pouted, but nodded nonetheless knowing you were piled with homework and other projects at the moment.

Still pouting, Nagisa only nodded as he hugged you once more and bounded away with a wave saying he was heading over to Rei’s to help him pack for their upcoming trip.

Makoto’s mind was still reeling at what he heard. You were actually considering going on a trip with those two? Clenching his fist, his nails dug into the skin of his palm as thoughts of you having fun with Nagisa and Rei filled his mind.

No!

You were supposed to have fun with him. Laugh and enjoy his company, not anybody else’s. What if something happened to you on the trip? Those two couldn’t protect you that was for damn sure.

Making a quick decision, Makoto quickly looked around and nobody was in sight of you two – good. Slowly easing himself out of the bushes, he quietly inched his way toward the path to make it look like he just walked into the park. Brushing off dirt and any stray leaves, he started walking over to your form on the bench.

“Hey there (Y/N)-Chan!” Your (eye color) eyes darted over at your friend as a wide smile spread itself across your chubby face.

“Hi Makoto, what’re you doing here?” You tilted your head to the side with an adorable look on your face. You were so cute and you didn’t even know it. That look almost made him want to scoop you up in his arms and take you away from everything.

“Just enjoying the day, I knew you came over here to relax and thought you could use some company.”

You smiled at his words and patted the spot next to you as he nearly melted at the chance to be close to you once more. Sitting down on the bench, he felt the side of his leg brush against yours. Just with that little bit of contact Makoto was nearly losing it.

“That’s nice of you Mako, thank you.” You gave him a cheeky smile, your dimples shining through.

“Y-Yeah, of course (Y/N)-Chan,” A comfortable silence settled between you two as you both just relaxed and enjoyed each other’s company. “Don’t go on that trip with Nagisa.”

Those words caught you off guard a bit. Nobody but your cousin, Rei and yourself knew about the trip. “Mako, what’re you talking about?” You turned your body a bit so you were facing him.

“Don’t go.” Makoto’s voice became a bit demanding as he gazed into your eyes, a fierce gleam to them – a look you’ve never seen before.

You just smiled thinking he was concerned about your safety. “Listen Mako, don’t worry Rei and Nagisa will take care of me, besides I’ll be fine nothing will ha-.” You were cut off by a large hand grabbing your soft chin. Nothing came from your mouth as you were trying to process what the hell was going on.

“You’re not going anywhere (Y/N)-Chan; not without me.” He gripped your chin a bit tighter, a soft whine escaping your lips. His eyes lingered on your lips longer than necessary. Makoto was imagining how they would feel against his.

“Makoto, you’re scaring me, what’s going on?” He could tell you were indeed scared, the waver in your voice gave it away, but the fact that you were practically putty in his hands at this point made him smile in satisfaction. It just meant that his (Y/N) will listen to him.

“Nothing (Y/N)-Chan, I’m just protecting you like a lover should.” Licking his lips, he watched your lips open and close as you tried to come up with a response.

“L-Lover? Makoto, we’re just friends that all, I’m not su-.” His lips smashed into yours making your words stop. One of his arms wrapped itself around your pudgy waist as his fingers sank into your soft skin. He moaned a bit at the feeling. It was everything he imagined and more.

You tried to push away from him, but he was too strong and only wrapped his arms around you more, pulling you closer to his muscled body. His tongue slid along your bottom lip, but you resisted, not wanting this to continue. Makoto wasn’t going to let that happen; you were his after all. Guess he had to be a little rough with is precious little (Y/N). Since you denied him access, he bit down on your bottom lip making you yelp in pain as he tongue darted into your mouth sliding over all over his new territory.

The arm that was around your waist started to tug onto the waistband of your skit. His hand snaked under the waistband of your skirt, feeling the softness of your panties as his large hand groped the supple flesh of your ass. Letting out an involuntary moan, the swimmer grinned at the cute noises you made, wanting to hear more.

But not here where others could look at your cute round, red face.

Pulling his lips and hand back, you tried to catch your breath. Your mind was reeling and you were so confused at Makoto’s actions.

“M-Mako, w-what’s going on?” He didn’t answer you, only got up and grabbed your hand, pulling your chubby body up and into his toned one. Both of his hand wrapped around your waist as his hot breath hit the shell of your ear.

“Silly (Y/N)-Chan, let me tell you what’s going to happen.” His fingers dug into your skin a bit making you wince at the pressure. “We’re going back to my place and spend some more time with each other and from now on, you spend the weekends at my house… is that clear my pretty little (Y/N)-Chan?” Your head nodded, no words escaping your mouth as you stood there petrified at how Makoto’s personality flipped on a dime. This wasn’t the nice, sweet guy that you knew.

His large hand gently gripped your soft chin, making you flinch a bit at the movement. “Don’t worry (Y/N)-Chan, I won’t hurt you unless you give me a reason to that is.” You met his eyes as he held your chin up. His eyes were crazed, something in him snapped.

With that lingering threat still in the air, Makoto leaned down and captured your lips in another kiss, claiming what was his by force of course. Your body went slack as you gave in, you knew there was no way out. Makoto was unstable and all he wanted was you and now he had you. Shakily, your pudgy arms wrapped around his neck as you deepened the kiss; tears starting to fall from your eyes.

He moaned in appreciation at how well you were submitting to him. Breaking the kiss, he smiled down at you and softly tucked some stray hairs behind your ear.

“See how easy it is to listen to me (Y/N)-Chan?” You mutely nodded, your eyes following his movements closely as he grabbed your school bag from the bench and proceeded to grab your soft hand in his large one and head down the path.  

You could feel Makoto give you a side glance as you quickly squeezed his hand as the both of you continued down the walkway hand in hand looking like any other normal couple, but it was just a façade.

“I love you (Y/N-Chan, I hope you know that.” Makoto gave you a smile, the smile you used to swoon over, but now you feared it.

“I-I know you do Mako.” With that you turned to look ahead only to have him give your small hand a harsh grip. “I-I love you too Mako, forever and always.” You gave him a tight smile hoping that would appease him for the time being.

“My cute (Y/N)-Chan.” He cooed at you. You sighed in relief, but your mind was running at a hundred miles an hour.

“(Y/N-Chan).” Your eyes snapped up to Makoto who had a dark look to him. “Remember to tell Nagisa you won’t be going on their trip, alright?” He placed a kiss on the crown of your head as you nodded.

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Its been a month since Makoto forced this unwanted relationship onto you and to everyone else around you, it just seemed like the two of you were in a happy relationship.

Makoto would always have his arm around you, holding your hand or giving you kisses in public to make a statement that you were his and only his.

Right now you were at Makoto’s house, it was the weekend and of course, you stayed over on the weekends. It always worked out perfectly since his parents were usually away on the weekends with Ren and Ran at their swim meets.

It was just you and Makoto. Just as he said it would be and you’ve been on your best behavior doing everything he wanted and being ‘such a good (Y/N)-Chan’ as he always said.

You were in the kitchen making dinner for the both of you and you could feel eyes boring into your form. It always brought shivers to your spine because you knew he would just stand somewhere and just watch you do whatever you were doing.

Soon, arms wrapped around your soft middle as chaste kisses were placed along the slope of your neck. You froze a bit at the contact as you stopped stirring the contents in the pot.

“Mmm, keep cooking (Y/N)-Chan, I’m just having some fun.” With that he went back to kissing your exposed skin, his large hands skimming and gripping your supple flesh without a care in the world. Obeying his words, you starting the stirring again, but soon, you felt his fingers playing with the waistband of your sweatpants. Your breathing hitched a bit at the contact. You have yet to make it this far and you were not ready for it.

Sneaking his hand into your pants, he cupped your clothed heat and started stroking it gently, his other hand cupping your breast and giving it a hard squeeze making you drop the spoon from the feeling. You weren’t ready for this.

“M-Makoto, stop!” You started shaking and thrashing your body, not smart near a hot stove, but you were panicking at this point. He quickly dismissed your words and pinned you against the stove, you could feel the heat near your stomach, but not enough to burn you which you were grateful for.

“Stop, now why would I do that?” His hand that was pinned in place as well moved your underwear to the side, his fingers slipping up and down your lips. You bit your lip trying to not make a sound, it would only make him more eager.

“I’m not ready Mako! Please, give me more time!”

He didn’t even answer you as he plunged a finger into your opening making you scream out. You felt tears prick your eyes as you tried to thrash around more as he started to pump his finger in and out and even added more stretching you out.

You threw your head back, hitting Makoto in the chin making him break his hold on you as you staggered around as the tears slid down your cheeks. “You little shit.” Makoto had this look in his eyes, the one that scared you to death. You shook your head and pressed your body into the corner of the cabinets.

“Y-You wouldn’t stop! I’m not ready for that Mako!” He wasn’t listening as he held his chin in his hand.

“You need to be punished.” His voice was monotone and his eyes were void of anything. Before you could respond, he quickly made his way over to the stove which was still on and moved the pot that was on the burner and snatched your wrist.

“No! Mako, stop! I’m sorry, I won’t resist you again!” You screamed this out in fear as he brought your wrist toward the hot burner, but stopped just above it.

You glanced over as Makoto stared at you with that gentle smile he always wore. “Oh, I know you were resist again (Y/N)-Chan, otherwise you’ll get hurt even worse, isn’t that right?” You nodded your head.

Maybe he wouldn’t hurt you now. His smile morphed into a smirk as your eyes widened. He slammed your wrist onto the hot burner making you scream out in pain only to have him slam a hand over your mouth, your skin burning and blistering at the extreme heat it was exposed to. Tears rushed down your cheeks as you thrashed around more trying to get your wrist off the burner, but Makoto held it firmer on it.

After a good fifteen seconds, Makoto brought your wrist up from the burner and released your mouth as whimpers and tears continued.

“Now,” Makoto steered you toward the kitchen sink where he ran cold water on the burn he inflicted. “Is my (Y/N)-Chan going to be a good little girl now?” You nodded as you looked at your charred and raw wrist.

Giving you a gentle kiss to your forehead, he gave you a soft smile.

“That’s my good (Y/N), now, let me get this cleaned up, can’t have you hurt now can we?”