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Feitan Vs. Shalnark: My Bedroom Thoughts

Warnings: D/S vibes, NSFW, powerplay, bedroom violence, etc.

Bippity Boppity, Minors Get Away From My Property- Do Not Interact Unless over the age of EIGHTEEN.

I think Shalnark is into being controlled. I really do. He likes his bossy partner sitting on his face, his breath taken away as he licks desperately at their holes. He loves them bossing him around in the bedroom, knowing he doesn't have to obey and could easily overpower them if he wanted to but loving the look on their face as he does what they command. He likes being degraded, likes suckling the spit off their tongue and feeling their palms connect with his face.

Meanwhile, I don't think Feitan likes harming his partner. He has plenty of time to torture those the Troupe needs him to be rid of. It would be tedious to also bring that into the bedroom. I think he probably instead loves to pin down his love, worshipping their body with hands and tongue until they're a twitching and overstimmed mess. I think he likes to praise them, likes to watch their cheeks redden adorably. Calls them baby, treats them with a softness that is so intensely different from every other facet of his life. Needs them to look up at him with adoration, wants them to think of him as their safe place.

#feitan portor x reader #shalnark x reader #hxh x reader

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Go Ahead and Fall- Yandere! Alien x Reader

Warnings: Yandere, Nonhuman, Mind Control, Bodily harm for reader, Violence, Alien Invasion, Mentions of parental estrangement, Reader breaks a leg

Please do not interact with my works if you are not over the age of eighteen.

"Somethings wrong, Daddy. I know you don't want anything to do with me, but I need you to-" The pleading words are cut off by a smile gracing your father's face. "Of course. I am your father, after all. Come on inside, I will keep you safe." A shiver goes down your spine.

That wasn't how your father would respond. He never would talk so formally for one, nor would he have such a kind paternal look to his face as he moves aside to allow you to enter his home. The inside is suspiciously free of the drug paraphernalia that was scattered across the coffee table last time you dared to visit. Instead, on the coffee table sits two cups of coffee. They're full, freshly made. Your father lives alone.

"Nevermind." You mutter, taking a step back. That serene smile is still on his face.

"Nonsense. I insist you come in." You take another step back. He follows. You take off running. He's about to catch you when you reach his truck at the end of the driveway, grabbing the handle. The door opens for you, the truck not locked, and you slam the door into him. You climb up and in, and you aren't super religious but someone up there is on your side because the keys are sitting in the ignition still. You turn the truck on before he can get the driver door back open, rearing out of the driveway.

The second you turn out of his neighborhood, you can't help but feel a sense of paranoia. You turn out to be correct in that, because a minute later three police cars begin to follow you. They turn on the sirens and yet follow you at an almost polite pace. More mind controlled zombies then.

You had been dealing with this all day, people with odd interactions trying to lure you into their arms. It had culminated into this.

You felt like this was a bad dream, as you turned onto the bridge. Your friend Isaac lived like a hermit right by it. Maybe he wouldn't be a puppet. Unfortunately, to get to him, you'd have to get past the damn two-way bridge that went over a fast flowing river. Not the smartest move, but in your defense you didn't have much time to strategize.

The police cars stop behind you, blocking off the road in case you try to backtrack. There's no other cars on the bridge. Ahead, you see three new police cars turn at the other end of the bridge, turning sideways and blocking the exit. What the fuck.

You stop, putting the car in park. Neither side has cops getting out of the cruisers. They seem to be satisfied just in the fact that they've blocked you in. You climb out of the car and run to the side of the bridge. Down below is the river. It's a scary drop, making you swallow bile as you consider it.

Suddenly, the cops climb out of their cars, walking calmly down the road towards you. "Do not panic." They call out to you.

"A-are-....are you gonna hurt me?" You ask, and you're surprised they can hear you. "No, of course we will not hurt you. We are just going to bring you to your mate. He has been waiting for you. Do not be frightened."

That just makes you panic more. You climb the rails of the bridge, tears pricking your eyes as you look down at the rush of the water. Is it even deep enough for you to jump without breaking something? But you feel like the only choice you have is to chance it.

Just as you climb over, clinging to the outside of the rail and preparing yourself to let go, you hear the sound of...something below you. You chance a glance down, palms sweaty against the rail as you crane your neck.

Something is in the river. You see it, the water beginning to part around whatever is there, and suddenly it stands. It's taller than any possible human, wider too.

How the fuck was it hiding in the river?

It holds out two blobs from it's formless body, and they turn to arms and hands. The hands are large enough to wrap around your body, held with their palms upwards for you to land into. A gigantic face is created, with human features....besides the fact that the eyes are pure black and the smile that forms is all sharp teeth.

"Come, my little mate. You have given me quite the chase. It is time to let me love you."

You scream, trying to haul yourself back over the rails and back onto the bridge. It's too late. The cops are there. How did they get there so fast? They smile serenely at you as they all reach down to peel your hands off.

You fall backwards, with a rush of air around you. You're too stunned to even scream, landing in one of those gigantic palms painfully. One of your legs lands beneath you. Agony burns through you, and you begin to wail in pain. The angle its in is all wrong. You don't think you could even get up to try and run, if the fingers of the hand weren't curling up to keep you contained in the palm.

"Oh, poor little human. You have broken one of your legs. Such a fragile thing. Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

#yandere x reader #yandere alien #Yandere alien x Reader #Yandere

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Mine at First Sight - Yandere! Feitan x Reader

Warnings: Yandere Feitan x Reader, F! Reader, Virginity, Forced Infantilism, Daddy Kink, Kidnapping, mention of collaring reader, mention of noncon/dubcom

Please respect my wishes and do not engage in my work unless you are over the age of eighteen.

Look at you, poor little darling girl. Do you even know what you're getting into? He smiles at the sight of you from across the dining table, your flushed cheeks and shy expression as he grabs your hand when you wave it around for emphasis as you tell him some story. Precious. Absolutely adorable.

He wasn't a fan of dating apps. He also wasn't lonely, and before this had not had a single care about not having a warm body in his bed at night. He hadn't even been the one to message you. That had been Phinks, the other spider snorting at some message you sent him. Feitan had glanced over, accidentally seeing the message you sent in reply to a request for nudes. Oh, how innocently you gave up the information of your inexperience. Phinks wasn't the kind to be interested in slowly guiding virgins who wouldn't even send saucy pics. Feitan normally wasn't either.

He wasn't sure why you enticed him. If he needed a fuck, it was easy enough to procure one in a warm cunt of some whore trying to trade sex for her life. He had to admit he was grateful to Phinks got to ghosting you the second Feitan told him to. The other spider did have a few good laughs over Feitan being in love, but it was worth dealing with in order to not have the headache of fighting another troupe member for your hand.

"I'm done." He announced, halfway through the meal. You stop your giggly tale, face filled with humiliation.

"Oh, um, okay. No problem." He smiles again at your response. Such a delicate thing. He isn't used to finding someone so charming, especially someone so pathetic.

"Get up." He commands, and you look so confused. He doesn't give you time to argue, not wanting to have you recieve a punishment so soon. He instead walks to your side of the table and yanks you up, ignoring your startled gasp. He sat your date next to an exit on purpose, pulling you out the door before any attention is drawn to you.

"Good girl, not screaming," he praises, ignoring the whimper of fear that leaves you. "I hate this dress." You looked pretty, but he had already decided he would be in charge of everything now, including what you wore. And this whorish red dress? It was much too slutty for his princess. He produces a knife, gagging you by shoving fingers down your throat when you open your mouth to protest. You drool around them, as he slices off your dress. The cold air would make you tremble, if you weren't already squirming in fear. He can't resist fucking his fingers further down your throat, as he hauls you to the car.

Shalnark chuckles from the front seat. "Sick man," He calls Feitan with an amused and chipper tone. Feitan sits in the back with you, beginning to dress you in your new outfit as Shalnark begins to speed down the street. He forces you into a top announcing you were, 'Daddy's Princess,' and a soft pair of cotton shorts. You don't notice the words on the shirt yet as you whimper from his manhandling, drool drenching your chin when he finally yanks his fingers from your mouth. He watches in amusement when you realize, your eyes widening in terror.

"Why are you upset?" He asks, as if he doesn't know. He doesn't give you time to answer. "That's what you are now." He licks your drool from his fingers, moaning at the taste of your saliva. You're addicting. If he didn't think he would get grief for it from Shalnark, he would fuck you right now. "Speed up." He tells Shalnark.

"Calm down, she isn't going to disappear!" Shalnark laughs, but obliges him. Feitan holds you close, ignoring the look of horror on your face. When they reach the hideout, he plans on taking your virginity. He's got a pretty pink collar, just for you, and some toys sweet little girls like you like. Feitan knows training you to happily play dolls will take time, but he can't wait.

He can get a warm cunt anywhere, after all. He can cause pain whenever he want to. But his beautiful girl, with those big innocent eyes sparking up at her Daddy? His princess, whining about five more minutes to play with her toys until he shuts her up with his cock? That's something special, just between the two of you. He couldn't wait.

#yandere hunter x hunter #yandere feitan #yandere feitan x reader #yandere phantom troupe #Yandere feitan portor

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Grace Period - Yandere! Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader

Warnings: Yandere Chrollo Lucilfer, emotional manipulation, some violence, kidnapped reader, Chrollo is a condescending prick, in this one reader is a bit pathetic.

Please respect my wishes and do not interact if you are a minor, thank you.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart.”

You sniffle as Chrollo moves around your side, leaning in to push your hair out of your face. His fingers linger on your skin, and you flinch back from his touch. A sigh leaves him at that, and he presses a kiss to the top of your head. The feeling of his lips ghosting over your forehead makes revulsion roll through your stomach. 

“I- I just want to-” 

The way he pulls back and the sharp look of annoyance on his face has you shutting off your whimpered statement. He hasn’t hit you yet, but with how unstable he clearly was you didn’t want to push your luck. He had kidnapped you, after all. You wouldn’t put any other violent actions past him. 

“Don’t try to say that you want to go home.” 

But you do. You desperately do. No matter how many trinkets he drowned you in, no matter how many thoughtful conversations he attempted to drag you into, no matter how he coddled you. Even things that would have charmed you in other men, just turned your stomach now. 

Chrollo sighs at whatever giveaway of your emotions must have shown on your face. His hand pats at your head, making you look down at your feet as shame rolls through your gut. 

“I know it’s all still so new to you. Just try to calm down, there’s nothing to be frightened of.” His friends looked at you as though you were some coddled pet, commenting on your appearance and whatever gifts your kidnapper deigns to shower you in. The only reprieve about today was that it was just you and him. His company still wasn’t something to think of as pleasant, though.

 You feel as though if you somehow escaped him, life would never go back to normal. You already were growing used to the condescending tone he liked to flash your way, the feeling of him handing you anything you desire except, of course, your freedom. It didn’t matter. If you didn’t escape, he would be the winner. You hate him too much to allow him to win.

“I want to go home,” you blurt out suddenly, unable to stop yourself. Within a semi second, there’s a fist in your hair, pulling against the scalp tightly. You meet his gaze and it’s so cold you burst into renewed tears, gaspy hiccups and a runny nose that make you feel like a pathetic child. For a moment, you feel it so clearly. You’re about to die. This is the last straw. He’s a dangerous and violent man, one you have pushed past the point of no return.

Then, abruptly, his gaze softens and he’s pulling you against him, lifting you up. You close your eyes tight to avoid meeting his gaze again, that brief flash of bravery already fading. Chrollo sets you on the bed, pulling a blanket around you that you quickly curl up beneath. You suddenly feel tremulous and fragile, like you really are as delicate as he acts like you are. 

“I forgive you.” He says, and you feel defeated in how your heart lifts with relief. “After all, you’re still new. You need a little grace period to adjust.” His hand strokes up your side from over the blanket, and you force yourself to turn your face his way. You open your eyes, and he smiles. “Right, sweetheart?” 

“Yes.” You say in agreement, your voice a soft whisper that you barely recognize as yours. He pets you again, looking satisfied. 

“Get some rest.” He leaves you alone, but you can’t think of an attempt to escape right now. There’s a sinking feeling in your gut, and you feel sick with how blubbery you still are. Plus, the bed is so warm, and he’d be so cross with you if you left. You don’t want him to win. You hate him. You also can’t bring yourself to try and disobey again tonight, even in thought. So this time, he wins. You just hope tomorrow will be different, though you cannot help but think the result then will be his victory as well. 

#yandere chrollo #yandere chrollo lucilfer #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere h x h #yandere chrollo x reader

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An Encounter: Yandere Toji x Reader

Warnings: Yandere Toji, noncon/dubcon, violence towards reader, dacryphilia, not much plot it’s basically just all the noncon, established relationship between Toji and reader, I guess.

Please do not interact with my work if you are under the age of eighteen, thank you.

“On your knees.” 

You shiver as you drop down obediently, he loves the pitiful glimmer of tears he spots in your gaze as you chance a glance up at him. You always seem quick to tear up, when around him and suffering under his whims. His current whim? To stuff your throat as full of cock as possible. 

He unzips his pants, pulls down the waistband of his boxers and lets his cock flop out lazily from over the top. It nearly whacks you in the face, with how you shuffle a little closer with the knowledge of what’ll happen next. 

“Lick.” There’s your wet tongue, lapping at his cock pathetically. You’re always desperate to get him off before he decides to get rough. He knows, but he pretends like he doesn’t and just tips his head back with a soft groan. You press a hand to his thigh for balance, but you know better than to move it up and use it to help you get him off quicker. He considers such a thing lazy, he’s particular about how he likes this done and his rules for it, and the last time you did....well, the missing teeth he had busted from your mouth by kicking you in the face did good at teaching you a lesson in pissing him off. 

“Now in your mouth, go on.” He admires how he doesn’t have to wait, how quickly you close your lips over the length of his cock and begin slurping at it. You rock back and forth on your knees from sucking at it, and he decides to give you a hand on taking it deeper. Nevermind the fact that he knew you definitely did not want that help, a pathetic little gurgle coming from your throat. It’s followed by the sound of you whining as you try not to gag and attempt to pull away in vain. Such a glutton for punishment, since you knew what would come of that. That hand on the back of your head pushes you deeper, you choke and gag and he waits to see if you’ll vomit. You don’t, and it almost disappoints him. It would have been amusing to have another thing to punish you for later on. 

It isn’t long before his balls are tightening, he shoots cum down the back of your throat and hold you down until he feels your swallowing down his gift to you, your tongue dutifully lavishing over the underside of his cock. He pulls you off, letting you fall back onto your ass and greedily suck in air with pathetic little gasps. He lets you rest for a moment, before patting his leg as a silent demand for your attention again. You nearly pout up at him, looking so petulant that he chuckles. Your eyes are reddened and teary still, it makes for a pretty picture. He turns and starts walking, bidding you to come with with another pat of his leg, calling you like he would a dog. Obediently as ever, you follow.

#yandere jjk #yandere toji fushiguro #yandere toji #yandere jujutsu kaisen

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A Smile to Smother All Your Sorrow Away - Yandere Silva & Kikyo Zoldyck x Reader

Warnings: Non-con, yandere, kidnapping, fem! reader, Stockholm syndrome.

Do not consume my content if you are a minor. This work is intended only for people over the age of eighteen.

"Do you remember the day we first met, darling?"

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You had been a tourist once, coming to marvel at this place from the relative safety of the outside of the gate. You could have just seen it, got back onto the bus, and then gone home. Why did you not just go home?

They'd first heard you when you had wandered too close to the entrance of the gate, pushing at it at the behest of the tour guide and laughing as it refused to budge. They'd only been so close because they had been on their way out. Where had they been going? It didn't matter, really, but you wished you knew if only to try and clear up the strangeness of it all that still clouded your mind when you thought back on that day. 

 Either way, they had snapped on the musical sound of your laughter cutting short by the other impatient tourist demanding you move away from the gate so that he could try. The white haired man had slaughtered them all, right there in front of you. You had fainted then, as the blood of the man who had just been speaking to you drenched your shoes and the man turned to face you. When you woke, there had been Kikyo by your bedside. You had been changed into some delicate nightgown that looked fitting for a slumbering princess. It was all silky and soft against your skin, and probably cost way too much money. Her hand had been stroking over your head, and her cooing at you didn’t cease even as you tried to ask where you were.

Silva had come in then, nodded at the sight of you attempting to sit up and demanding answers as to where you were. “How long has she been awake?” The question wasn’t to you, it was to the woman next to you. Frustration ran through you at being ignored, and you finally shoved the other woman’s hands off of you, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. You got up. You did, right? You were not sure, it happened so fast. The second the bottoms of your feet had tapped against the floor, Silva had placed you back onto the bed. 

“Leave me alone!” You had cried out, shaken by him touching you and from waking up in a strange bedroom with a stranger at your bedside, and a hand whipped across your face. The woman had slapped you. The man, you would later learn that his name was Silva and that hers was Kikyo, looked calm still. But he had put his hand on her shoulder, stopping her from slapping you again.

“Kikyo, look at her face. Did you want to make her cry?” Oh. You were crying. You guessed maybe the fear was too overpowering, because you had not noticed until he had said it that tears were spilling down your cheeks.

“Oh, darling, don’t cry!” And then your face was tilted up and drowned in a swarm of kisses. They were smacking and loud against your cheek, and despite all your fear and tears you pull a disgruntled expression onto your face. The woman pulled back and took in your expression, and for a second you thought you would be slapped again. To your surprise, she crows in delight. “Look at that, oh, she’s so adorable, isn’t she?”

“Yes. We chose well.” The man smiled then, a small one that did nothing but make your stomach turn. That large hand moved from that woman’s shoulder and tugged you closer to the two of them by the waist, until you’re pressed between them. Your face is practically in her breasts, and something is pressing against your hip. You realized a moment later that the impossibly large thing bearing against you is his erection. A choked sob left your lips, and you felt them instantly move to comfort you. The man moved one of those huge hands over your hair, and the woman practically smothered you in her chest as she shushed you. 

You realized then that your tears are some sort of trigger for them, as the man spoke again. “Don’t cry.” When your tears are finally quelled, after a few long moments of them caressing and cooing to you, the woman claimed your lips. The kiss was a dizzying one, all domineering and messy. She seemed determined to steal all the air from your lungs, and when her mouth is finally pulled away from yours you’re left panting. They move you onto your back, and the woman moved to your side. She began to lay kisses down the curve of your neck. When she gave the first nip to your skin there, you gave a soft squeak of surprise, and you feel her groan in delight against your skin. “That’s better. That’s what we wanted.” The man said, and you don’t have much time to think about what he meant by that because the woman already has gone back to her ministrations on your neck. 

The man began to pull your clothing off, and the relaxing that had begun to go through your body turned to terror again.

“Darling, please!” The woman seemed distressed by your terror, and it must have been the nerves but you let out an incredulous laugh. Instantly, the two seem to become entranced again, and they pounce on you in a flurry of groping hands, wet kisses, and a push of a cock towards your exposed cunt.

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“Yeah, I remember.” It’s clear that you don’t want to think about that day though, and Kikyo for once gets the hint as you turn your face towards the sun. The three of you are in the pretty little garden space you had been gifted for your fifth anniversary with them, you tuck your feet beneath your legs and allow Silva to press a kiss to the top of your head. You smile, and they both watch your mouth with the same pleasure that they had gotten that first time they had heard the musical noise of your laughter.  

You don’t know why, but your amusement and whatever happiness you can find here is the trigger for them. As long as you’re kept giggling and grinning, they’re calm. It even seems like you’re in a real relationship with them, as if you were trapped here in this home for so many years willingly. But when you cry, that darkness within them explodes. Even their children seem to know to keep you happy. You don’t have any biological children yourself, content with your position in the family as it is. If you had your own, you would take on more of a task in mothering them, and what would happen the second you let your frustration slip? 

A butterfly lands on the tip of your nose, startling you into delighted laughter, and you feel Silva give the smallest shudder of pleasure that lets you know tonight you’ll be sharing their bed. That’s alright. The sex always has been focused on your enjoyment anyways, despite that enjoyment being taking from your body involuntarily the first few months before you gave in and decided to take the good things where they are given. You just let your laughter drift off into a bright smile, and the peaceful silence between the three of you speaks for itself. 

If you keep laughing, keep smiling, it’ll all be okay. It has to be. You’ve done this too long to stop now.

#Yandere hxh #Yandere Silva Zoldyck #Yandere Kikyo Zoldyck

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To Give in Would be Kinder on the Heart- Yandere! Toji Fushigiro x Reader

Warnings: Yandere Toji, noncon/dubcon at the end, reader is developing Stockholm Syndrome, violence, noncon spanking, suicide attempt, threats of future physical injury to reader. 

Please do not interact with my work if you are under the age of eighteen, thank you. 

“You really are such a dumb little cunt, aren’t you?”

You startle, not having expected to be caught as you wobble on the chair you had been balancing on. The rope around your neck was tied clumsily from the quick desperation you had been working with the second he had left. He shouldn’t be back so soon. You want to cry. 

“Don’t fucking dare try and move.”

You’re half tempted to jump, just to spite him. The rope likely would not hold well enough to kill you, if anything you’ll just just in a more sorry state than before due to it damaging your neck. You hesitate too long on your decision though, and before you can make up your mind he has his large hands around your waist. You are yanked from the chair, smacking into his barrel of a chest so hard that you gasp in pain. 

“Fucking idiot.” 

You’re half-dragged, half-carried off to bedroom, where he shoves you face down onto the bed. His hand presses down on the back of your head, and you smother against the comforter for a panicked moment. When he pulls your face back up by your hair, you suck in greedy gulps of air and your lungs burn as oxygen fills them again. 

“See? You want to live. Look at you. Just fuckin’ look at you, sweetheart.” 

He sounds almost fond again, a shift from the anger in his tone from before. For a second, it makes you hopeful that you’ll be forgiven without any retribution for your attempt on your life. You should know better. Maybe you really are dumb, just like he says. He yanks at your hips, pulls them up so that your positioned on your knees. You instinctively try to reach behind you to cover your bottom, knowing what comes next. 

“Please, please, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I won’t ever do-” Your pleas are cut short with another gasp as he rips your hand away from your bottom.

“You try to cover up again, and I’ll break your goddamn wrist. You’re lucky that I’m even giving you the dignity of not baring your ass for this. Don’t push your luck, bitch.” 

The smack comes unceremoniously, no more preamble to warn you. You yelp, lurching forward as your ass flares with a burning sensation. His hands are so big, and they have such power behind them. You know from experience that even this one smack was probably enough to bruise. Not that he’ll stop at one. Tears already are pricking your eyes, and a sob slips free from your throat. 

“Such a tender thing, aren’t you? You’re lucky you have me to look after you.”

“Toji,” you whimper out, and he chuckles.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

You’re glad at least that he was going quickly. It was worse when it was all drawn out. Still, your throat is raw already from your noises of pain and your tears are hot as they pour from your eyes. You have snot dripping from your nose as if you were a tantruming toddler. 

"Toji, it hurts," you let the words slip out despite thinking they might make things worse for you. Much to your relief, they instead seem to soften him.

“Just one more, okay?” You force yourself to nod. The last slap to your ass is the hardest one, and you wail from the agony of it. Immediately he gathers you into his arms, seating you on his legs as he sits back with you, and you bury your messy face into his chest. It’s a childish reaction, and it feels humiliating just as much as comforting. 

“There we go. See? All is forgiven.” He gently grips your waist, pulls you back so you look up at him. 

“If you ever try to hurt yourself again, I’ll make sure you wish you succeeded in killing yourself. Do you understand?”

His words send you into a new round of tears, and he sighs and goes back to cuddling you to his chest. He rocks you gently, and despite the erection you feel pressing against your thigh you let him soothe your crying. He presses a kiss to your head, you shudder and he seems amused.

“Now say you love me and we can get to work making you feel better.”

“I love you, Toji.” 

The scary part is that you aren’t lying. As terrifying as all this is, as much as the death you had tried to cause yourself seems a reprieve still, you know that soon enough you’ll succumb fully to the love that grows within you unbidden. Toji strips you of your clothes easily, moving you around in his grip like you’re just a small doll to dress and undress at his whim. You suppose that isn’t far off from the truth. He’s careful not to cause the pain in your already bruising ass to flare more as he takes you, his passage into your cunt nearly agonizingly slow. 

Toji presses his lips against your ear, murmurs declarations of his adoration into it, and you hate that you believe them. You hate that you nearly whisper them back. 

#yandere jjk #yandere toji #yandere toji fushiguro #yandere jujutsu kaisen

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Yandere Masterlist

Please respect my wishes and do not interact if you are a minor, thank you.

BNHA:

Shigaraki

-Salvation Unknown

Hunter x Hunter: 

Uvogin

-Four Walls and a Roof Make the Entire World

Creepypasta:

Jeff the Killer

-Yandere Headcanons

Harry Potter:

Voldemort

-Possession

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Four Walls and a Roof Make the Entire World - Yandere! Uvogin x Reader

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, violence, choking, kidnapping, threats of death towards the reader, mentions of blood, and implications of reader being really resigned/depressed I guess.

Please respect my wishes and do not interact if you are a minor, thank you. 

You resist the urge to scream as his hands yank open your thighs roughly, his body moving between them as his hands impatiently pull you closer by the abused flesh they hold. You’ll surely be bruised tomorrow, but tomorrow is the least of your worries as he enters you without any preamble. Despite it being months since he stole you away, you never got used to being fucked so harshly by such a big man. Every time he screws you, you feel as though you’re being ripped apart. This time is no exception, and your pussy burns painfully from being forced to endure his cock as it begins to pound into you. That really does make you scream finally, and he punishes you for it by pressing his lips roughly to yours. He practically drools down your throat, with how sloppy the way he shoves his tongue into your mouth is. 

You just take it like one of those sex dolls made for men to fuck, and that might as well be what you are as he grunts and groans aboves you. You can’t see above his broad shoulders, so you close your eyes and let your mind wander as the pain dulls. Something is lubricating his way now as he thrusts in and out of you, you do feel a natural inkling of arousal from the feeling of him inside of you but you don’t know if that was enough to make you wetten around him this quickly. Normally it takes a bit longer. Who knows, maybe you’re bleeding? If you are, you’ll know by how much he coos at you when he’s done using your body. 

You hate it. You hate him. 

You could never tell him that though, or else you’d have a repeat of what happened when he first took you. You had been so stupid then, thinking that demanding he return you home would work. It had not, despite his claims of worshipping the ground you walk on and his supposed desire to give you everything you want in life. Instead, he had grabbed you by the throat with one of those humongous hands of his. He had shoved you up against the wall while the pressure of his grip made your vision blur and panic set in within you. Efforts to try and pull him off were just pathetic, your attempts to yank his hand off doing nothing but strain your own wrists. 

“If you ever try to fuckin’ mention leaving here again, Y/N, I’ll just go ahead and break your neck. It would be better that way, then to have you runnin’ around out there where much worse than a quick death could happen.” He had let go of you then, before you really were close to any risk of going unconscious. You know now that he wouldn’t have dared go that far, gentle with you besides the raping and the threat of death if you ever dared attempt an escape. You know that he wasn’t just trying to scare you either. Uvogin has never lied to you, and his frequent words of a world that would easily crush and destroy someone like you in the early days when you would constantly cry and ask for a reason for why he had taken you let you know that he really does believe it would be better to let you die in his hands instead of you suffering all the other torments he thought awaited you in the world outside. Nevermind that nothing so horrific as what he imagined out there had happened to you in the many years before Uvogin had met you. 

It doesn’t matter anyways. You don’t want to die, so it’s easier to just go along with what his demands were. They were easy to obey anyways, even if you destroy your own heart in the process. Take his cock like a good whore when he wanted. Let him kiss and hold you as he desires. Fetch him his beers from the fridge obediently. In return, you get treated like a princess. A princess who gets fucked dry on the couch, but still. Didn’t he indulge you in buying you whatever you asked for? Didn’t he laugh even at your most annoying jokes, when you finally came around enough to attempt humor? It could be worse. 

As more time passes and you begin to grow used to your life here, trapped in a house you don’t want to know how he procured, it almost begins to sound nice. He loves you so much, it’s clear by how those thoughts of you being ruined hurt him. Even the promise of a death at his hands if you run is a showing of his affection, his desire to make sure you die painlessly in the hands of someone who loves you. 

Or maybe he’s just a fucking monster and you’re developing coping mechanisms in trying to find a connection to him. It doesn’t matter. He’s close to finishing now, pumping into you faster than before. You know the telltale signs of him being close to the brink of it by now. All it means for you is that you’ll know soon enough if he ripped you by if his cock pulls out of you bloody. You almost hope it does, regardless of the fact that that would mean an embarrassing visit from Machi as your captor demands she look between your legs and see how bad it is. You haven’t interacted with anyone but Uvogin in a long while, not since the last time he accidentally got too rough with you. You just would like to see someone else’s face, even for just a moment. 

#yandere uvogin #hunter x hunter #uvogin x reader #yandere hunter x hunter

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Salvation Unknown

When Shigaraki saved you from Overhaul, you should have known not to be so happy for salvation. 

TW: Yandere Shigaraki, previous relationship with Yandere Overhaul, Shigaraki has trouble making his intentions known and this is very bad for the reader, I’m not very happy with this but I’m posting it anyways.

The fact of the matter was that even if you were kept more comfortably now, you still were not free. You were stupid to think you ever were. 

With Overhaul you had to deal with his constant coddling from afar, the constant doctors and the loneliness the sterile cage of a room afforded you. The wall facing the hallway had basically been just a window, so anybody could watch you like you were a zoo animal. Overhaul had loved to walk past and stare in on you, but he hardly considered you worthy to hold conversations with. At least here you were free to talk to Dabi, even if he tended to be an ass. Or you could chat with Toga, even if sometimes she was unnerving. At least here you had the allowance to eat what you wanted, rather than the same bland meals every day, planned out by a nutritionist that you were sure had a penchant for cruelty.

Apparently Tomura had heard about you, and found amusement in the idea of stealing away Overhaul’s prize. Or at least that was what you assumed. You didn’t want to ask, didn’t want all the bitter details. Either way, that zoo window that Overhaul had been so fond of had been decayed, and you had been whisked away. 

You liked Tomura, all things considered. he didn’t really interact with you much. He seemed content just to have you there and he usually left you alone except for the occasional times you caught him staring at you. That’s why you let your guard down. What a huge mistake on your part. 

You had had a few drinks, leaving you feeling woozy and reckless. Tomura had his gaze on you from across the room, and he would have been content with just watching you, admiring you from afar. You really were lovely to look at. Or at least you were usually, because right now you were sloppily wrapping an arm around Dabi’s neck and allowing a hiccup of noisy laughter to leave you as he sneered out some sly words your way. Dabi didn’t even like you much, he wasn’t the one who’d taken you from your prison. So why the hell were you clinging to him of all people? Why didn’t you try and be friendly with Tomura like that?

You eventually go off to bed. When you wake up, you have a headache and a suspicion you embarrassed yourself the night before. You turn over in bed to feel shock run through you, because there Tomura is sitting expectantly with a disappointed look on his face. You open your mouth to ask why he’s there but he speaks before you can get your words out.

“I see now why he kept you in that room.”

He stands up, approaches you. You suddenly have dread filling you, and it’s a feeling you aren’t used to connecting Tomura with. 

“Tomura-”

You’re cut off again, this time in horror as one hand comes carefully down to stroke over your cheek, pinky lifted to keep from harming you. 

“It’s alright. I see what the problem was. I gave you too much freedom. It’s my fault, not yours.”

His lips spread up into a smile as he seems to come up with a solution to this mentally, and you realize that you transferred from the belonging of one monster to another. Tomura had never set you free, no. You just had been too stupid to realize that you had belonged to him this whole time. It’s okay though. He’ll make sure you don’t forget again.

#yandere shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #yandere bnha #kai chisaki

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This is what I REALISTICALLY think the first time with Shigaraki is like (18+):

I love to act like Shigaraki would be feral in bed but in all actuality he definitely is a virgin.

He also is probably really huffy and annoying so you'd be trying to tell him what to do and he'd ignore you because he thinks he's doing fine and it ends with both of you pissed.

#shigaraki x y/n #bnha shigaraki #bnha smut #shigaraki x reader

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Soft Shiggy things to make up for me saying he smells.

He wouldn't judge his partner's quirk, no matter what it was or how strong/weak it is.

I feel like he likes his hair being played with but would never admit it.

Would be protective of his partner. I could even see him not allowing them to actually participate in the League of Villains due to not wanting to lose them.

#bnha shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n

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I’m a huge Shigaraki simp but I just know that man doesn’t know how to do laundry. 

#shigaraki tomura #he smells I'm sorry #I just know he does #bnha shigaraki

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Dick with a wiener of gold is the most accurate description of Dabi that I've ever seen

So...do you guys think Dabi would actually be kind towards his significant other and have them be the only person he's gentle and adoring towards or do you think he's a possessive jackass who definitely thinks burning his partner is a sign of affection?

I don't know, I think I'm leaning more towards the jackass side here. He just gives those vibes.

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I doubt they live good in the League of Villains, definitely don't have a real grocery allowance.

Dabi's partner has to suffer him raiding their refrigerator. As in they wake up to all this noise in the middle of the night, warily walk into the kitchen and see him shoveling cold leftovers into his mouth straight from the Tupperware. No utensils, just his hands.

He never should have been given a housekey, now the fridge is empty.

#dabi x reader #bnha dabi

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So...do you guys think Dabi would actually be kind towards his significant other and have them be the only person he's gentle and adoring towards or do you think he's a possessive jackass who definitely thinks burning his partner is a sign of affection?

I don't know, I think I'm leaning more towards the jackass side here. He just gives those vibes.

#bnha dabi #dabi x reader #yandere dabi

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Drarry Headcanons

It starts before the events of Half-Blood Prince. It starts with snarled words, both hidden down an empty hallway with hatred spewing from their mouths. When they run out of words, somehow they find their mouths meeting. It's more angry and vicious than any other kiss either of them have had.

After the war, Ginny tells Harry she doesn't truly want to marry him, that the love between them is still pure and strong, but platonic. They've been bonded since Harry saved her in the chamber. It just isn't the kind of bond that leads to marriage.

Draco finds himself unable to marry, despite his parents pressuring. He feels so tired, so weary. His home feels like a prison, after all the death eater meetings that have been held in it.

They meet again by chance, in Diagon Alley. "Malfoy." "Potter." They exchange no other words, but they find themselves slipping in the empty dark space between two shops and their mouths reunite. It isn't vicious or angry this time. They've both been through a war, there isn't much anger left to be had for childhood enemies.

Lucius Malfoy never quite loses his sneer when Draco invites him to the wedding. "It's going to be a quiet affair," Draco says, shoulders stiff. Draco is surprised when his parents quietly slip into the back, halfway through the ceremony. They don't talk to anyone, and neither quite smiles, and they leave immediately after the vows. Draco isn't cut out of his inheritance. He's again surprised when his mother quietly comes over for tea a month later.

Ron had punched Draco in the nose when he had found out about what was going on between them. Draco had thought to himself that the redhead didn't have quite as good a punch as Granger did. He was very glad she didn't try to hit him as well.

That first Christmas together, there's several redheads glaring at him. The matriarch knits Draco a sweater with a D on the front of it and Harry nudges him pointedly until he thanks her and puts it on.

Harry can only be so patient, and Ron only comes around to finally accepting that Harry's not under influence of a love potion by Harry shouting at him. A week later Ron sighs and asks Draco if he's any good at wizard's chess while Hermione, pregnant with a little girl she has planned to name Rose, badgers Harry with all the information she's found in baby books and tells him they plan on making him the godfather.

They babysat Rose for Hermione and Ron's anniversary once. Draco complained the whole day before about the fact that there were several Weasleys Rose could be watched by. When Hermione came over to pick Rose back up she found her two year old daughter perched happily on Draco's knee as she tries to wrench off his nose with jam-covered fingers, with Draco patiently reading from The Tales of Beetle and Bard.

When their second child, Hugo, is born, Ron and Hermione name Draco his godfather.

On Saturdays Teddy, Hugo, and Rose all come over. Harry and Draco take them out to the park, or to lunch. They run riot through the house after. Harry teaches them Quidditch in the backyard and Draco scrubs chocolate from the tablecloth because Hugo is just as much a messy eater as Ron Weasley had been.

They adopt a little orphaned half-blood girl. Harry's daughter does not sleep in a cupboard. She sleeps in a bed, after being tucked in and read to.

When Draco looks at his daughter, how she laughs after falling over and tosses so many lumps of sugar into her tea that he has to tell her to stop, he thinks she might get Hufflepuff once she goes to Hogwarts. At least it isn't Gryffindor. He looks at her and sees the way she tries not to leave messes for the house elf when they are visiting his parents, not the fact that muggle blood runs through her veins, not the fact that she isn't pureblood.

They give their daughter the surname Malfoy to appease Draco's parents with an heir. While waving to their daughter from the platform as she grins at them from the window of the Hogwarts Express, Harry quietly says, "I think our family needs a little Potter as well, don't you?" Draco finds he absolutely agrees as the train sets off, taking their excited daughter to the first year of a new adventure.

#Harry Potter #Drarry #draco malfoy x harry potter #Draco Malfoy #drarry headcanons