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pix3lplays · 3 months

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Even though I am on break. I just want to say thank you for your words. In exchange, I will give you an idea.

I had thoughts of Yandere Aha. Aha blesses people you are going to date as a way to get closer to you. Your future partner starts to be more crazy and ecstatic. Your partner then receives a mask and it says that if they wear they can stop the delusions. They wear it as soon as they wore it, they sealed their fate and became a puppet for the Aeon.

I like to think that when someone wears a mask from Aha. Aha can posses them.

Yeah, of course, take care of yourself and take your time, thank you for the idea~

How did you know I am so normal for Aha~

My first aeon love oh my gosh I’m so normal about them and this idea…fun piece of Pixel lore: I am unwell over Aha.

Notes: I had to do some research for this one…I will probably go with the idea of Aha just…taking over reader’s partners, but interestingly enough Aha can actually shape shift into a human…I wonder what they’d look like in a human form.

ANYWAYS gonna take this idea and play with it, sorry it’s not exact but it’s giving me thoughts, and based on my research I think Aha would be powerful enough to do what I’m describing?? It’s hard to say exactly how the powers of the Aeons work so I make some assumptions, and Aha has even been described as less powerful as some of the other Aeons but…they’re still an Aeon…they still DESTROYED an entire planet. I’m telling you these Aeons are SCARY…

I believe Aha refers to themself in the third person in the games so…that’s what I’m going with.

Not a fic not headcanons but a secret third thing

Totally made something up for what Aha sounds like

Cw! Yandere themes, Aha using people as puppets/vessels, body horror, Aha breaking peoples’ minds, stalking Aeon-style, horror elements, violence, death

-Yandere! Aha x reader-

You didn’t care for the Aeons. Maybe that’s what attracted Aha to you in the first place? You weren’t a Masked Fool…you haven’t been blessed by an Aeon…you were just a regular person, maybe a little jaded with life but…you were doing okay for yourself.

You still remember him…your first partner. He was so sweet, loved you so much…gave you a bit more of a fervor for being alive and living. You can’t remember anymore how long you were married to him.

Who can say exactly what changed…but you would wager it had something to do with the Masked Fools. He had the unfortunate privilege of running into them, you didn’t know what happened, but he hadn’t been the same since.

Could you have even helped him if you knew? You’re not sure. But you felt it every time you were together. An unwanted presence in your bedroom…a feeling like so many pairs of eyes on you, no matter where you went…a faint tugging at the back of your minds, the tiniest touch of insanity ripping at your psyche…the faint sound of bells in the distance that you forced yourself to dismiss. It was nothing. Just the wind, just the wind.

Your husband’s decent into madness was quick and painful.

You came home one day from work and your husband was waiting for you. Just standing so still, in the kitchen, head tilted at a slightly unnatural angle, a smile spreads on his face when he sees you, a smile too wide…

It makes you stop in your tracks.

“Honey?”

He comes closer, you back away, his movements…they are not human…it’s subtle but NOT human.

“What’s the matter, dear?” he asks, dragging a hand along the dining table, as if that would help make his movements appear more human. It just results in him accidentally knocking a glass off the table, just cementing the idea in your mind that something is DEFINITELY wrong and that is NOT your husband.

You back into the kitchen counter, your eyes not leaving your “husband” while you reach for a kitchen knife.

“Stay AWAY from me! What ARE you and what have you done with my husband?!” you demand, angling the knife at him.

The creature laughs. Laughs hard, the sound of your husband’s voice fading away and turning into a cacophony of voices. You know that laugh. The one you dismissed as a mere daydream, just a side effect of an overactive imagination…

That sensation that felt like a tugging at the back of your mind returns.

You know what this is.

THIS is the creature that has been stalking you and your husband all this time.

“Aha is just borrowing his body…” the creature explains, getting closer and closer to you. “Aha is just-”

You don’t let them finish. As soon as they’re close enough you swing the knife, and the creature catches the blade with your husband’s hand, gripping tight enough on the sharp side of the weapon that his fingers are bleeding while Aha grins even wider at you.

They click their tongue at you mockingly, pulling the knife out of your hands, giving their own bleeding hand a shake, amused at the fact that they were in such a frail, mortal body. You watch the blood splatter onto the floor.

“Attacking your own husband,” the Aeon laughs…“you’re much more heartless than Aha anticipated. How…”

Using your husband’s body, the Aeon cups your face, coating one of your cheeks in blood. Writhe all you want, their grip is strong.

“Fun,” the Aeon says, grinning. “Aha looks forward to seeing more of you…Aha will be watching, as long as you continue to be entertaining…”

“Leave us ALONE!!” you shout, and with that sickening laughter, the Aeon releases your husband, who looks at you with wide, terrified eyes before collapsing onto the floor.

He didn’t remember any of it. There are gaps in his memory, black spots of inky blackness when Aha took over…the only sensations being the pain of being twisted from the inside by the Aeon.

The two of you turn to the Masked Fools for help…nothing comes of it. You shouldn’t be surprised that you were only met with laughter, or them saying, “if it is true…consider yourself blessed.”

Right…some blessing.

At first your husband stuck beside you but…the presence of Aha was really destroying your married life.

At first Aha would only take over your husband on occasion…stay a short while, and leave just as quickly.

But soon it was becoming more and more frequent…soon your husband had more memories of darkness than of you. Soon you were begging Aha to just LEAVE YOU ALONE while the Aeon held you in the body of your husband, stroking your hair and cooing to you in many voices.

He couldn’t take it anymore, and really…you couldn’t blame him…

You still remember when he said he wanted a divorce.

You don’t know why he bothered to take you to the opera that night, just to tell you the two of you were through at the end of the performance. You’re walking together, and when you get to the large staircase on your way out, you sense it. Aha’s presence. You try. Try to grab your husband’s arm but it’s too late. Aha tripped him up, forced him to slip…and fall all the way down the stairs. You and everyone else could only watch helplessly. He landed at the bottom of the stairs with an ungraceful sound…

It was a long fall…he was dead.

You were suddenly alone. You locked yourself away for a while…your only company being the faint sounds that told you Aha was watching.

And when you finally let yourself live again…you set limits. No more love. You wouldn’t let Aha hurt anyone else because of you.

So the Aeon will just have to be more aggressive with you.

Soon it didn’t matter anymore. As long as you were anywhere where there were people, you were guaranteed to run into the Aeon, in the body of some poor soul who would be permanently damaged from the experience. Aha no longer had the patience to be gentle.

Avoid people all you want…soon it was the Masked Fools chasing after you, trying to see Aha for themselves.

You tried to tell them they’d just be hurting themselves by associating with you but…no one will listen. More puppets for Aha…

Really, you lose regardless of what you do…you could just isolate yourself. Never hurt anyone again. But you wouldn’t even be living.

Or accept that the Aeon will just keep chasing you, trampling anyone they pleased, learn to live with it, that you’re unwillingly the cause of so much pain…

If only you knew that the solution was so simple…

Just submit.

You can’t outrun an Aeon.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #Aha #Hsr Aha x reader #honkai star rail Aha x reader #yandere #tw yandere #cw yandere #cw dark content #tw dark content #dark content

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nqmonarch · 29 days

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Aeon Lover AU Part 2

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/nqmonarch/749257688234557440/aeon-brainrot?source=share

Characters: Aha, IX

Note: This AU I plan to eventually make Yandere, not in this part but I feel like it's good to let people (my fellow small crowd of Aeon lovers) know.

You stared at Aha's human form, not breaking eye contact as a manic grin stayed on their face. "So you're Aha?"

"Maybeee, maybe I am, maybe I'm not! Does it matter? I'm just here to help you!" They said trying to act all innocent, and blinking their long eye lashes once and then twice.

You paused for a moment, observing the person in front of you. You took a step forward and Aha remained still completely oblivious to your nefarious intentions. You reached your hands out to them and they immediately grabbed them with their own, interlocking them. Holy shit-- your whole body overloaded with that move as your face begin to burn and jumped away.

"Wasn't that what you were trying to do?" Aha asked coyly, smiling at you and holding their empty hand out to you.

You grabbed onto their hand, trying to move it out of the way of their body, "No, I'm trying to undress you," Aha froze at your words mouth twitching, "This body is just a medium right? I'm hoping you didn't steal it... But if you created it I want to see if there's any discrepancies between it and a human body." Perhaps there'd be some kind of dead give away?

The only thing that suggested that Aha wasn't human was their other worldly beauty. "Why did you choose to be so attractive anyway? How much can you change your form?" You asked leaning closer to observe them, a small mole rested beneath the tip of their left eye.

Now that Aha's hand was successfully pushed to the side you tried to remove your hand from it, only to feel their fingers dig into your skin and your hand unable to move. Whatever, you didn't mind holding hands with them the warmth felt nice and made your heart race, albeit that was a bit distracting.

Aha had leaned away from you a bit, their red lips quivering as they held in a laugh before breaking into full out giggles. "Ahaha, you're so forward Y/N," Their eyes flickered over to you, "If you wanted to sleep with me you could've just said so?" They teased you.

You paused at their words, that... being with an Aeon were you worthy of that? Could anyone be worthy of that? Fantasizing was one thing but... if you were given the chance... your head was getting too muddled with thoughts of this. Aha was just joking anyway but if there was an Aeon that would be up to sleeping with a human for fun then... it would probably be Aha wouldn't it?

"What did you mean earlier when you said you were here to help me?" You asked changing the topic and averting your eyes from them. You tried to pull your hand away again but it stuck to Aha's. Your head shot up, "Did you glue our hands together?!"

Aha laughed, staring down at you, "I was going to be your wingman for an Aeon but--"

"Really?!" You perked up immediately throwing your other arm around Aha's back and holding him closer. You didn't bother moving your glued hand and instead kept it in Aha's grasp. "That'd really be amazing!" It was no wonder Aha would find entertainment from trying to set a normal human up with an Aeon.

You'd read that he once picked up a random worm and made it incredibly intelligent to try and grab the attention of Nous. When it failed he discarded the worm without a second thought. It was weird to think you were on the same level as a worm but hey, it gave you a chance to maybe meet another Aeon. You stared at Aha's face, noticing the slightly furrowed sharp eyebrows and their eyes cast downward. You wondered if they'd show you their Aeon form one day?

Either way they seemed a bit upset right now? Annoyed? Perhaps they were just holding in their laugh super hard right now. You deemed that it was probably the latter as a smile overtook their face.

"Of course! " They grinned letting out a small giggle and holding up their entwined hand with yours, and dashing behind you, "I'm so sad! You're over me already!" You knew it was a joke but for some reason you felt a great feeling of heartbreak come over you. You felt like falling to your knees but you stood still anyway feeling one of Aha's arms circle around your neck.

You smiled despite the discomfort, "Well every Aeon is beyond interesting. It'd be nice to meet..." You felt like you were choking, "another one. Obviously, I don't imagine anything beyond meeting them," You admitted feeling your insecurity well up.

Aha laughed wildly and for once you felt on edge around them. You had been acting rather foolishly recently, trusting an Aeon especially one with such chaotic goals, you should be more wary.

"You want to see an Aeon's true form?" Aha asked you, and you could feel their breath on your ear.

Interesting if this was a body they made then they'd gotten the heat aspect down completely, from the warmth of their body to the heat of their breath. You wondered if at any point Aha had been a human. Tayzzyronth had been the last of its species. Nanook was suspected to have come from a planet riddled with destruction and upon seeing the destruction of the aftermath of Tayzzyronth and the Mechanical Empire rose to Aeonhood. But how did the majority of the Aeons start? What were they? Who was Aha before they were an Aeon?

"Wait," You froze finally registering Aha's question, "I... could see an Aeon's true form?" Your heart beat as fast as a humming bird.

"Do you want to? I think it'll be fun," Aha asked again, you could feel their abdomen shake against you and you realized how poorly this could go depending on what Aha found most entertaining.

You could see an Aeon which wouldn't care for you or even glance at you, like Nous. Or Aha may somehow know where Nanook is, and teleport you to that Aeon and... you'd seen what happened to the trailblazer when they met Nanook in the simulated universe. The trailblazer had been immediately killed. That being said Aha didn't really need your consent and you had an inkling that if you said no, you'd meet an Aeon's true form anyway. Plus, it's not like you weren't curious.

"Of course I do." You barely finished speaking before you felt a sudden amount of joy fill you, ecstasy flooded your senses, and your lips opened by themselves letting laughter escape them. The sudden amount of power distracted you from your inability to breathe.

You were in space. Yet you still felt warm, you felt unbearably happy, and you saw Aha in their human form behind you. They laughed at your expression, "My reveal should be the last!" They chattered on excitedly, "But you wouldn't really be able to be here without any help. So I lended a helping hand!" Their eyes were wide with joy and you felt the urge to pat their head.

So you did. "Thank you." They stared at you a bit stunned for a moment, cheeks with a bit more color than usual despite being in space, but you thought nothing of it as they grabbed onto your shoulders and turned you around.

"Look!" Their voice was quiet and strained, you could hear the smile in their voice.

But all of the warmth you felt quickly disappeared as you stared at the Aeon in front of you. Purple swirls and a black mysterious mass stared back at you for a brief moment. You looked into the abyss and the abyss looked back.

To an extent you'd always known that the world would eventually become nothing. That everything you worked toward, no matter how long it benefitted humanity, would eventually disappear with humanity itself. That the planets themselves would fall apart inevitably being swallowed by blackholes which would become nothing themselves. That one day even the fundamental parts of the universe would cease to exist.

That the nothingness you couldn't comprehend would one day be all there is.

You couldn't even sob. The fear that had existed in your body initially had turned into numbness, not numbness it turned into nothingness. You weren't afraid. You weren't anything. It was just

There was something holding you back. A faint warmth coming from your hand, which you found unable to move. You were stuck to something. Aha! You let yourself laugh, your mouth didn't move nor did any sound come out. It didn't feel as if you had a mouth or any form of a body but you did.

You knew one day everything you did would amount to nothing. That's why everything you did wasn't focused on the future. It was enough to enjoy the moment, and tomorrow. You'd had the opportunity to meet such a wonderful Aeon after all. You stared at the black and purple cosmos in front of you, the eyes on it no longer glancing your way. You no longer felt enthralled with joy or burdened with despair but rather, you felt like you.

Your life was insignificant in the grand scheme of things. That was exactly why you could enjoy in the beauty of what was insignificant. Of the flowers in Spring, of the creations in the simulated universe, of the people around you.

"How beautiful," Your voice came out soft as you gazed upon the lonely being. You smiled feeling a fire rise within you. No wonder there was a whole faction dedicated to making such a magnificent creature see the purpose in existing.

Aha laughed, "I'm surprised you didn't fall to nihility! Three cheers for Y/N!" The glue between your hand and theirs seemed to have faded away, as they brought their hands up to clap and cheer out your name.

"I don't know, you sound a bit disappointed," You watched IX disappear from your sight wistfully and then turned to Aha with a smile resting on your face.

Aha held a hand to their chest in offense as they gasped, "I am! You're so mean! Acting like IX is that interesting when we both know I'm ten times more cool!"

You flicked their forehead, "Let's head back to Herta's space station now." Aha laughed, finding amusement in the smallest of actions and the two of you returned.

You managed to find your way back to the topic of IX again. Aha, being an Aeon, had never felt the nothingness from IX and had asked you to describe it.

You went into as much detail as you could and then spoke in a serious tone, "I'm surprised I made it. I knew everything does eventually become nothing, and I knew it isn't nothing right now. I knew that it's less about the meaning of our existence and life and more about the meaning of every day. But the sensation of becoming nothing is... indescribable."

You paused trying to analyze the feeling you'd come across, "For a creature that doesn't know much or one whose only purpose is to live seeing the Nihility would be fatal. But humans... are beyond that. We still live but there are things we treasure above living and even the future of the whole universe." Your Aeon merch being one of them, "Even if one day those things were to disappear with everything else, it's enough for us to have had them in our lifetime. Maybe to an extent a permanent short sightedness is needed."

What you'd experience who can never be explained by any words, the absolute dread and despair. No matter how hard you tried to describe the sensation of nothingness to Aha you couldn't find the words. But you knew now how feeling nothing was worse than even feeling pain. Because from experiencing pain the pleasure and joy you later experienced became more defined and recognizable. You can only rise as high as the lowest you fall.

The good makes the bad worse and the bad makes the good better. They work in tandem. Even if the end result was nothingness for all of the time in between you still wanted to feel and you couldn't get rid of that innate want. Still your whole body trembled as you felt a smile rise to your face-- IX-- IX was just way too cool!

You turned to Aha, grabbing them and hugging them, "Aha! Thank you so much!" You grinned, you didn't want to tell them that their hand had been what brought you out of IX's trance, you wanted to keep that knowledge to yourself, "This may be the best day of my life yet!"

IX was a being withholding so much pain and despair, a creature just waiting for the end. But there was so much more than just the end. When reading a story, sometimes you know the two main characters will die that doesn't mean it isn't worth reading. And of course you wanted to show IX all there was.

Aha looked at you for a moment, face blank and speechless before hugging you back and erupting into laughter. You twirled the Aeon's human form around before letting go and began to ponder.

"Now I wonder... would it be possible for IX to take a human form?"

It would be difficult to bring the Aeon the beauties and wonders of life, as well as the pains considering they were just floating in the sky. It'd be easier if you could bring the Aeon around, but even if they did have a human form you weren't sure you'd be able to drag them around anyway. Even after surviving the encounter you got the feeling your emotions and will to live would numb around them if you spent a long time with them. You'd just have to get stronger first!

Okay writing the emotions IX gives you is a toughie DAMN don't know how I'm going to make the romance work out but I'm sure future me will work something out

I love you future me!!! :) <333 can't wait to romance IX show me what u got!!!

also when i wrote this line "When reading a story, sometimes you know the two main characters will die that doesn't mean it isn't worth reading." i went into one story knowing the two characters both died at the end by driving off a cliff and i still cried despite rarely crying, it was only 6 chapters and one of the best webcomics i've ever read to this day. so fucking worth it

i dont fucking know what powers Aeons have but i'm pretty sure super speed and shit is one of them cause in SU Qlipoth just like appeared at the beginning cus they thought Trailblazer was Akivili and if that creature can like teleport or do super speed fuck it everyone can.

#hsr #hsr x reader #reader insert #gn reader #aeons x reader #hsr aha x reader #hsr IX x reader #aha x reader #ix x reader #HOW THE FUCK DO U WRITE A ROMANCE WITH IX #IS THAT POSSIBLE #thankfully this moves a bit slower so i have time to figure it out #eventual yandere #not in this part though #eventual harem #not in this part yet though we've met 2 of many

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wishluc · 1 year

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can i request for something with yandere alhaitham x reader? feel free to go ham with everything else!

✧ CW: yandere character, blackmail, manipulation

✧ PAIRING: Alhaitham x GN! reader

✧ quick context; reader met alhaitham when they came some time ago to 'fix' Katheryne after complaints were made (about when Nahida had control over her)

Alhaitham had been expecting your return.

However, you probably hadn't thought he would be waiting, seeing that you had yet to seek him out yourself. Why were you still so reserved about reaching out to him? He remembers how your enthusiastic conversation had faltered when he mentioned his official position during your initial meeting...did that have anything to do with your timidity?

There was no point in waiting around his office any longer. After all, if you weren't coming, then he'd have to seek you out himself. Fortunately, he knew exactly where you'd be, busy at work.

He calls your name with an ease that came from hours of saying it to himself, "back already?"

You pause, putting down your torch to turn and look at him, your warm smile greeting him so familiari, "I hope my quick return doesn't make you think any less of Snezhnayan technology, Alhaitham."

"On the contrary," the corners of his lips twitch as he looks down at your crouched form, "I find their quick service quite remarkable. So, is this just a routine check-up?"

You sigh, before telling him all about the new barrage of anonymous complaints that's been flooding the headquarters; all about how Katheryne, again, had started to leave her post unattended for hours and spoke oddly. Unfortunately, you had been reprimanded for not doing a thorough job when you were here merely a month ago.

Alhaitham almost felt a tinge of guilt, knowing that he was to blame for that. But it dissipates almost immediately when you address him again.

"Did you notice her acting strange at all?"

He shrugs off your question, instead opting to flip through the book you brought along with you. It just happened to be the one he recommended to you during your last trip to Sumeru, and a smile almost did break through his neutral expression. He thumbed the little colored tabs sticking out of the top, making a mental note to thoroughly examine your annotations sometime. He'd prefer if you come to show him yourself, though. For a moment, he looks up from the pages, his eyes flitting between you and the Katheryne you were examining.

"So? Is there anything wrong?"

"Everything's right where it's supposed to be, and it doesn't look like anything's wrong," as you speak, you let yourself get busy with the familiar process of inspecting the inner workings of the bionic lifeform. Alhaitham watches over you with the same, unreadable expression as before, "I'll still have to stay for about a week to observe her and ensure that she's really in good working condition, just like the last time."

A week, you said? Alhaitham runs through his own schedule mentally, before deciding that it just wouldn't do. He had to put his plan into motion, at once.

Alhaitham watches from a distance, coffee in hand, as you approach the pieced-apart Katheryne. Under the morning sun rays, you're quite the mesmerizing sight, despite your frazzled state. You shift through the scattered remains before slowly standing up, clearly puzzled. A small crowd had begun to look over at where you stood, amongst the inner parts of the bionic puppet, and Alhaitham contemplated joining them. At the very least, he'd be able to talk to you.

That's when he notices you making your way out of the crowd and towards the winding pathway that lead up to the Akademiya. With a small smile, he tosses a few coins on the table and briskly makes his way to your destination, delighted at the prospect of seeing you again. Exhilarated that you were finally coming to him first.

One week would have been far too short a stay, anyways. After your first trip here, he realized he had to take things into his own hands if he wanted things to go anywhere. Cute as you were, you didn't seem to take to him as well as he'd hoped. With Katheryne in this state, you'd have to remain here for much longer than you initially planned, with all the work it'd take to wait for your supplies, put her back together, write up a report...and all of this so far was merely to extend your stay and buy him some time. He has other plans to completely ensnare you in his trap, involving manipulated footage and a concerned letter to your cooperation. Lucky him, too, that he had a house spacious enough for you to stay in when you inevitably would come asking him for help.

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orionsnotcanon · 11 months

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thinking about knockout with a detailer darling

theyre a new person in town and theyre not super into street racing, but new clients are new clients

maybe they’re handing out their card after a race, flirting and talking shop to get that bag

knockout overhears of course and maybe after Darlings been established as a reliable detailer in the Nevada circuit, he pops by their place of work/their house (if they do it out of their garage) maybe after a particularly annoying run in with the autobots or a dusty race

a full body spa every now and then doesn’t hurt anyone if they don’t know, and having someone who seems to get the importance of the finer details, well, that’s just a nice bonus.

#random #knockout x reader #tfp knockout x reader #transformers self insert #yandere knockout #aha jk unless #idk i can see him taking you with him to the nemesis #why have someone pamper him and is in awe of his (alt modes) beauty #only every once in a while #when he can give them the privilege EVERY DAY #isnt he so generous? its a win win!#don’t ever imply it isn’t! he’ll spiral!#we all know he’s mostly bark poor insecure medic #you’ll probably hate how clingy it makes him #until you shower him in praise and beg him to let you give his alt mode a fresh coat of wax he might just crush you to death on accident #dw tho! hes a mad scientist after all (:#also this may or may not be one of my recurring daydreams and totally hasn’t been for years

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lausterdomyamong · 1 month

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Can anyone please write nanook x reader. I need cosmic gender-natural d inside me rn. I need nanook, I need them so bad.

#if you wanna be a coward and tell me you cannot fuck aeons then idc #you are just afraid #eldritch being that is interested in a certain human ? love them in the way we cant understand ?#sign me tf up #or you can write Lan or Tazzyronth #or oroboros or yaoshi or xipe or aha or akivilii #anyone who says aeons wont fuck yn or us or me you are just a boring boring human #hsr x reader #hsr nanook #nanook #nanook x reader #yandere nanook

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pianocat939 · 2 months

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Hi girl. I saw your post and wanted to request something I never saw before, a yandere fem chrollo x fem fantôme troupe member reader. Where the reader is just there to do business a'd chrollo being a creep.

It would be amazing if you did that. Have a great day.

I love the random french for phantom lol

I'm gonna be writing in 2nd person (basically MC as "you"). Gender is always up to interpretation.

Tw: nothing too severe, just MC being figuratively "chained" to Chrollo, implied possibility of kidnapping

You're just another citizen from Meteor City who just happened to be invited to join by Chrollo himself. You didn't really mind, you had nothing better in life for you. So you willingly became a spider.

You weren't really made for heavy combat. Your skills were more meant for searching and watching others. You weren't exactly helpless, but you weren't super buff either.

Chrollo...Chrollo was odd to you, to say the least. He constantly asks where you're going or what you plan to do. Whenever the Phantom Troupe splits for a while, you always manage to stumble into him when you're on your trip. He insists that he stays by you for the rest of the trip, until the next mission.

You didn't get it at all; until one day, when you went looking around a market to look for some cool things to buy. Only to stumble upon a drunken man screaming and yelling at you, mistaking you for someone else.

You couldn't do much, considering you identity is at risk. So you back away, not wanting to interact. But the man keeps pushing on, pointing at you and continuing to shout his insults.

Until he suddenly passes out. A "shocked" Chrollo stands behind him. The public doesn't even glance at him as they go up to the man, calling the police.

You're left to stand there, surprised to see your leader. Chrollo grabs your hand and takes you to a less crowded place. His demeanour breaks, and you're suddenly put into a tight hug. His head settled on your shoulder. His voice is a harsh whisper, but you can feel his rage. "I should have known. I guess I'll just have to keep you by my side forever. Otherwise, stupid imbeciles will hurt my precious one."

What is wrong with him? He isn't one to act like this. He was always a little odd around you, but never had he called you "precious one" or held you so tightly. You think your lungs might puncture if he grips any harder.

"Sire..."

"Chrollo. Call me Chrollo. We're stuck to each other now." He rubs your back, nuzzling your neck. It felt weird. Too weird. He wasn't one to be so affectionate. Even during a moment of rage.

"What are you doing?" You blatantly question, needing to know what is going on in his complex mind.

"Holding you." He answers, mimicking the same straightforward tone you had.

"But why?" You turn your head slightly to stare at him, wanting to know an ounce of his feelings. You want him to admit it; instead of hanging around constantly in mysterious moments.

"Because I cannot let you be hurt. I would hate to lose my favourite person in this machine we call the world. I care for your existence more than mine." His words are eloquently formed, as always.

You don't bother trying to tug out of his grasp. The times when he interacts with fate did you know he was at his prime. His obsession with life and death was a wonder; perhaps you're the reason why.

"Come now. I say we go eat some dessert after that scare." He took your hand and walked down the tiled street. He acted as if he didn't just chain you down to him; like his heart is lighthearted, not dead at all.

"...Fine with me." Maybe you shouldn't have let him drag you away. But why would you resist? He was much more powerful than most of the population. You wouldn't stand a chance. If anything, he would take you away for one else to see.

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(Honestly I have no idea what I wrote. I just spat some random words aha)

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagnes #hxh #hxh x reader #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #phantom troupe #I'm too scared to put more tags aha

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princelylove · 4 months

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I think it’s fairly obvious that mafiosi would have at least some sexism going on. It’s just shown differently, and it's hard to put them all in the same category because their psychology is different. For my freaks who happen to be into a little misogyny/sexism:

Call Guido old fashioned, but he thinks it’s wrong to be rough with a girl. It rubs him the wrong way. Yeah, of course girls can do whatever we can, he’s all for them working and voting and all the good stuff, but you just shouldn’t treat a girl like that. He tends to say ‘girl’ instead of ‘woman,’ even when he’s referring to someone that’s implied to be older than he is.

When Guido interrogates Scolippi in the english dub, he says “I should end you for killing a girl,” and “You killed an innocent girl, psycho,” which could just be intentionally guilt tripping Scolippi, but Guido isn’t the guilt type. He’s an immediate physical punishment type. He hates men that harm women, no matter the degree.

If he ends up having a crush on someone who is masculine, you might not notice at all (unless you pick up on his hesitation). Guido’s always been fairly handsy, he’ll put his arm around Pannacotta (who normally shoves him off), he picks up Narancia and won’t let him down until he gets his good morning cheek kiss, he’ll bother Giorno until he gets a little smoochie-woochie (said like that because he knows Giorno hates that sort of talk), and he sits way too close to his darling. He’s microdosing physical contact until he gets the nerve to actually touch you like he does Panna and Nara… Guys can play around, too, you know. But it’s different with his darling! He psyches himself out most times until he can find excuses to get handsy- like, he was just hugging Panna, he’s not gonna leave you out. Come on, man, you know you want one.

With a feminine darling, he tries to be touchy and affectionate in the friend stage too, but he’s a little scared. You may notice his hands trembling as he picks you up, or that when he puts his arm around your waist, his hand hovers instead of resting on you. He’s strong enough to hold you up for quite a while, he’s just nervous. Poor guy. He gets rather panicky when he sees a girl in distress, if he ever scared you off, he doesn't even know what he'd do.

Narancia copies Bruno, but less in a ‘Chivalry is important’ sense and more of a ‘Masculine men don’t do certain shit’ sense. Which is missing the point of Bruno’s philosophy entirely. He doesn’t really have any women in his life, besides from Trish and she is not a role model for him or a spokesperson for all of womankind, so his only experience with women are the old ladies that pinch his cheeks and girl mags.

He probably has a harder time with a masculine darling. He isn’t gay ‘cause he thinks you’re pretty, or whatever… You’re just, like… pretty, he guesses. Narancia tries to justify it- you’re pretty feminine for a dude! You have, like, soft hands. And soft hair. And… something else that justifies his crush. Oh! Oh! How you talk! Some people just sound feminine, you know? The words they use, and like, their tone. Like- Like Giorno! He’s a feminine guy, but he’s still a guy! Yeah, that justifies it for sure. Never mind the fact that you are not feminine in the slightest, Narancia will find some way to throw it on you so his crush is ‘ok.’

Leone surprisingly has nothing going on in the sexism department. Lucky him. He might speak a bit softer to a fem darling, but other than that, the experience is roughly the same.

Pannacotta’s distrust of women isn’t inherently sexist. It’s not like he thinks less of them, it’s just that it takes a significant amount of time for him to trust one. He gets along with men at the ‘normal, appropriate’ speed, he’d say. Never mind the fact that he’s distrusting in general and having a crush on a stranger is eating him alive. Strangers are never to be trusted- you just don’t know what they’re thinking about or what their intentions are. They could be perverse, or… just generally ill-willed. It’s unnerving.

Trish is allergic to going fifty-fifty. It’s not that she’s super into gender roles or anything, it’s just that, she’s a girl, come on. Really? You’re gonna make her split the bill with you? She could be spending that money on, like, anything else.

She has these expectations of you no matter your gender, don’t make her pay, give her your jacket when she’s cold, carry her shopping bags, get her flowers on valentine’s day, things like that. It’s less ‘I’m the girl in our relationship’ and more ‘I’m spoiled and won’t be bending anytime soon,’ but you could argue she has some internalized sexism going on. In fact I am making that argument. Trish doesn’t have ‘boy’ hobbies, she’s vehemently opposed to doing masculine work. It isn’t sexist to have preferences, but it is sexist to scoff at your partner who is struggling with carrying something and go “You’re supposed to be stronger than that, you’re a guy.” Poor darling. You don’t get out of it if you’re feminine, either. She’s the girl, you’re her not-man. Perfect! When she eventually matures, she’ll help out a bit more, but it’s probably never equal.

#cw slight homophobia #cw misogyny #yandere leone abbacchio #yandere guido mista #yandere narancia ghirga #yandere trish una #yandere pannacotta fugo #character studies my beloved #aha i don't have a favorite what do you mean #i've been staring at this for too long get this away from me

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ozzgin · 29 days

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I really hope you continue the eldrich God story. I may or may not have become obsessed with the idea, and i think it's actually really funny and I also just love the idea of a God being in love with a human.

Also, I love your writing and art! I hope you're doing well!

Yandere! Eldritch God x Detective! Reader

Based on this prompt and this meme. You're sent to a remote island to investigate a string of murders, and end up with a horde of cultists and their Lovecraftian God who is very much obsessed with you. Don't worry, he just wants to help you with your case!

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, tentacle tomfoolery again

[More Monsters]

The island checks all the boxes for a stereotypical shady place: the grimy boat captain who talks in riddles and vague warnings, the constant fog, the tavern filled with rumors and fears, the bizarre statue of a creature with tentacles. You were expecting most of it, save for their patron God being a literal monster.

Soon after your arrival, you discover that you’re being followed by men in dark robes. Could it be related to your case? A little alcohol-aided interrogation, and the locals confess to you about the existence of a cult. The dots begin to connect.

Unfortunately for you, whatever theory is cooking up in your mind couldn’t be further from the truth. The patron Beast of the land has been watching you from the moment of your arrival. He’s rather intrigued by your nonchalant city attitude, your stubbornness, your lack of any sense of danger. Thus he demands that you’re brought to his lair.

A game of cat and mouse. You are now convinced this said cult is responsible for the murders, so you delve deeper into their secrets. At the same time, the men put all their efforts into chasing you down. The Lord's wishes are their command; for how long can you outsmart sheer numbers?

At last, they succeed. You’re dragged over, cocooned in thick rope. “My Lord, we’ve brought you the sacrifice”, one cultist proclaims victoriously. Sacrifice? The ancient creature gazes at the men with utmost confusion. He frees you from your restraints with a mere point of his tentacle appendage, and proceeds to lecture his devout following for treating his special guest with such shameful brutality. Everyone blinks in disbelief, you included.

What the hell is this, some beastly romcom? Once everything is cleared up, you dust your knees, stand up unceremoniously, and tell the cosmic deity you’ve no time for idle gossip. “There’s a criminal running free and it’s my task to stop it”, you bark. Aha, that’s the very same attitude that got his nebulous heart pumping with curious desire. He cannot explain the maddening interest he’s taken into you. The monster releases a monotonous hum, causing you to jolt in surprise. The cult leader gasps. “He…he wants to help you solve the case”, the man concludes, defeat in his voice.

“Does it have to be all of you?” You whine, clicking your tongue at the sight. It’s the morning after the godly encounter, and you’re greeted outside your room by the cult leaders and their monster. “I can’t be discreet with a dozen monks after me. Not to mention…” your eyebrows furrow. “What on Earth is he wearing? Is that a detective hat and a mustache? Are you mocking my job?” You demand, glaring at the eldritch beast and his ridiculous disguise.

“Excuse me, I’ll have to ask you to quiet down”, an employee suddenly interrupts. “You and the gentlemen over there.” You stare at him incredulously. Can he really not see he’s facing an enormous, tentacle monstrosity? You swear you can discern a grin forming across the creature’s amorphous, unholy features. Alright, you’ve been convinced. What now?

As a child, Sherlock Holmes was one of your favorite books. You'd flip through the pages and daydream about your own future as a detective, though your little fantasies never included Watson as a cursed entity of a thousand tentacles. The eldritch creature seems to be more interested in you than the case itself. Eyes always fixated on your movements, tendrils creeping around you, never leaving your proximity.

Why would he need to look elsewhere? He can already tell how things will unfold. He is, after all, the God of this land. He knew your wanted culprit had been hiding in a sealed room right under your nose, as you dusted for footprints and scribbled hurried notes. He knew the underground tunnel had deadly traps, which would have normally put your investigation to a swift end. "Kind of suspicious to leave his trail unguarded like this", you mumble in deep thought. The cosmic God smiles.

He wouldn't dare ruin your fun. Consequently, he only interferes when your safety is involved. As annoyed as he is by the criminal's persistent attempts to kill you, he doesn't want to steal your grand capture. Besides, he is very much content with the current circumstances.

As the two of you follow along the dark passageway, you clear your throat, lips pursed awkwardly. "Uh...Thank you for dealing with the obstacles", you finally say. The monster pretends to ponder your words. "Hey now, don't play dumb with me. The conveniently deactivated bombs? The mutilated guards clumsily stuffed behind the door? I am a detective, after all."

You feel a thick tendril wrapping around your arm, and you turn to glance at the creature. His eyes of spiraling depths regard you intensely. A voice suddenly echoes in your head; is he trying to communicate with you? Deep, resounding, and imposing. "I am looking forward to our next case."

"Next case? Sorry pal, I work alone-" your throat clenches involuntarily. Somehow, your innards are flooded with a particular kind of certainty, dictating an ironclad truth: you do not have the option to refuse. You sigh, exasperated. "Fine! Have it your way. At least skip the fake mustache", you beg, then pause. You slap a second tentacle that has made its way under your shirt. "And avoid groping me when I'm thinking. You interrupt the little gray cells at work." You tap your temple to prove your point, and the eldritch God bows lightly. Of course.

He'll refrain himself until you're off work, Detective.

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vagabond-umlaut · 1 month

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you kiss the back of my legs and i want to cry

only the sun has come this close, only the sun

gojo satoru x wife!reader; tooth-rotting domestic fluff; gojo LOVERBOY™️ satoru; you aren't any better than him [but less poetic abt the predicament]; tw: pregnancy, 1 tiny mention of throwing up; satoru calls you 'cookie'; and he redefines the word besotted here; his thoughts are also a little yandere-ish but tht's cute, methinks; 2.3k wc; i just wish satoru was real and in my arms rn T-T

belongs to the series 'you make my heart flutter and fibrillate' but can be read as a stand-alone fic if you wanna

the fic title and summary don't rly hv a very strong connection to the fic plot— except the fact they fit both satoru's & reader's characters in this series to a tee ^_^

fic title and summary from 'gps' by shauna barbosa // header frm pinterest // divider by @/benkeibear // jjk isn't mine

you are clingy.

always have been, in fact, now that gojo thinks about it. long before the two of you were married. long before you were engaged. quite a long time before the two of you were anything apart from friends at best, acquaintances at worst.

yet now, as he feels a pair of arms squeeze tighter around his middle, not really still very much squeezing the air out of him— your husband reckons you've grown loads clingier now—

and he loves you for this. loving you even more when he feels kisses being pressed into the space between his shoulder blades.

soft lips, a tad chapped. not without the shy grazing of your teeth.

just how he likes it.

very much how he adores you.

affection, settled deeper than should be feasible into the hollow of his chest, flutters a little when you nuzzle into his back; that pleased little hum of yours quick to follow it. smiling, gojo turns his head a touch to catch a glimpse of you. it takes a beat before you remove your face to lock eyes with him, before returning your face to his back.

he huffs a chuckle, sounding incredibly fond all the same. his feelings for you can never be suppressed anyway. time has proved this to him enough number of times.

he runs a finger down the length of your arm, relishing how it leaves a line of goosebumps in its wake—

"you wanna tell me something, cookie?" your husband finally asks.

your reply doesn't come immediately. and when it does, it is nothing more than a noncommittal noise. too spoiled. too stubborn. a bit too satisfied as well, the emotion further expressed when you nuzzle his back yet again.

gojo's smile grows bigger. his cheeks hurt a little.

he thinks he can live forever with this kind of pain, not even a sigh of complaint ever leaving him.

"aha—" he exclaims loudly, still soft enough to keep the quiet of this sweet bubble you've pulled you both into, "so it's just my irresistible charm that's making you so clingy tonight, hm?"

another beat passes.

and just when he thinks he might have to do with another one of your indistinct sounds for an answer, you speak. to be more precise, whine and grumble, everything so sweet in your adorable voice.

"it's not me being clingy, 'toru— it's the baby— the baby is making me so clingy. making me feel as if i can't live even for one second without squishing you like thisss!!!"

the first reaction your tightening grasp brings out is the wind getting knocked out of his lungs— the second reaction being all that oxygen, nitrogen and carbon dioxide being replaced by a feeling so fierce and so tender— the strongest thinks his knees would have buckled under its weight had he not been lying down but standing—

not that he really minds that, though.

for you, he's always on his knees. whether you ask it of him or not. the only light in this world he is willing to bow his eyes before.

it takes him not too much effort but gojo makes a point of struggling whilst he shifts in your hold. and grins when he finally comes face-to-face with you, drinking in the way your brows are puckered and lips a little parted in an incredulous expression.

his grin simmers down however, when his six eyes notice the spark in your tummy. so tiny. so blinding. so priceless— to him and you both— he knows this, surer than he is of the scars on his palms.

thumbing the hem of your t-shirt, he hums, dragging his eyes back to be drowned in yours, "how many weeks along are you, wifey?"

"satoru," you start, voice turning sharper and just as skeptical as your face was, still is— only to be shushed by a finger to your lips. the man addressed feels his heart skip a beat at your confused big scowl— it's got to be a crime to be as cute as you— really!!!

he pinches your cheek lightly.

"it isn't like i don't remember that, cookie. i just wanted you to say it— c'mon, tell me quickly!" he presses, noting then utilising the moment your face begins to lose its cynical hue over his words.

the scowl lingers there however, twisting your delectably pretty lips—

"nine weeks," you say, hooking a leg over his waist to pull him closer. can he be any closer to you, though? your answer is always a yes, he knows you well enough to know this.

"thirty-one weeks more before we meet our baby."

it's not exactly thirty-one weeks; it's thirty weeks and five days before either of you can meet the baby, but gojo decides not to point out the error. you always hate it when he points out your tiny errors and make a point of snarking about it every time he opens his mouth to speak a word next— the man is wary not to upset his wife, yes, thank you very much.

he offers a sage "hm" in response, one he observes you accept slowly. the scowl lifts itself into a curve so fond— gojo thinks once before he vaults his next query your way. not wanting to see that smile vanish in front of him—

the ask won't cause anything so. but he can never be too sure. he has read too many books and articles to not grasp how fragile pregnancy hormones can make one be.

he tucks a strand of hair behind the shell of your ear.

fingers tarrying there when he sees you lean into his touch— not akin a moth to a bright flame, no. he can never hurt you. not even for once in his wildest dreams—

but how the north pole of a magnet hurries towards the south pole of another magnet. so different in their nature, a perfect pair of opposite crafted by the nature— maybe that's why nothing can ever stop them from rushing to each other once they're proximated, the lines of their mutual attraction existing even when thousands of miles apart.

just like you and him.

contrasting, complementing, completing each other every instant, in every facet of life.

he lets his fingers dance through the tangles in your hair, unravelling the knots in there. that pleased little hum of yours reaches him once again.

stowing the sound away, later to be placed on a pedestal in an ornate glass case as the most valuable praise ever given to him for his effort, he runs a gentle hand, nails scratching your scalp carefully.

"and at nine weeks old, just how big might our baby be?"

"i think there is a chart comparing our baby's size to fruits..." syllables unhurried and a pinch mumbled, you press your heel to draw him in a little more. "i did not really read that too attentively— oh. but. yeah!" a grin forms on your features, sleepy still twinkling in excitement.

"shoko sent me a link to this website earlier today— any ideas, 'toru, what it might be about?"

gojo does have an idea. he has a very, very good idea.

but he chooses not to say that aloud. you look so extremely adorable when you are being this excited. he would hate nothing more than to see your amped up self getting interrupted by him.

he shakes his head. your grin brightens. eyes crinkling with a glint, he can tell even without looking, is knowing.

the tips of your fingers caress his bare back, softer than a breath. "it's about when our baby forms which organs— our baby's eyes are being formed now!!! isn't that too cute, 'toru?"

"it is, cookie," he hums without any hesitation, six eyes activating one more time to zero in on that teeny-tiny spark. then deactivating when he looks back up to your sleepy eyes. a terribly tickled, equally wicked glimmer creeps into his grin. "so our baby is just like a tiny ball of cells with two big blue eyes, huh? they must look so scary, heh— ouch!"

your pinch did not really pain him, but gojo does his best to mimic an awfully wounded puppy, sogging wet from the rain and waiting at the doorstep with his moving blue eyes— it takes less than three seconds before you let go of your glare with a sigh.

you massaging the sore spot on his arm, your husband watches you give yet another sigh.

"first of all, there's no guarantee our baby will have your eye color and not mine, 'toru," you explain, pinning him under your drowsy stare, "it is very difficult to predict that for sure— and secondly: i'll punch you if you ever call our baby scary— sure, they don't really look like a human in this moment, but they'll slowly get there in forty weeks— as per the website, their face, hands and feet are forming in the ninth—"

"okay, alright!! i get your point, my insanely smart, insanely beautiful, insanely sexy wife," gojo cuts in, smiling while warning bells chime in his head at the faintest gloss in your eyes—

but maybe they weren't noisy enough. that is why he doesn't bite his tongue, rather continuing, "but you weren't actually blaming our poor human-ey baby for your clinginess, were you? it's not like they have a telepathic communication set up with you— hell, maybe they haven't even started forming their brain!"

"the baby's brain starts forming by the fifth week, satoru," your quiet reply reaches him exactly when he gets his last giggle out. the moist sheen in your eyes grows more prominent.

and his insides begin to twist—

one-third helpless. two-thirds contrite.

you don't stop talking, tone lower than he has heard you use in nearly forever, "and you better not comment on my bond with our baby— i'll punch you twice if you—"

"i wasn't doing that and i promise to never make you feel that way, my cutie-pie cookie," gojo interrupts, voice far gentler than earlier, just as low as yours, "but feel free to throw me out the house if i ever do that, even accidentally. okay?"

you're not okay.

you never are, when it comes to you being actually harsh to him, even when he's the one asking you to be— shakespeare once called love to be blind— your husband doesn't think you're blind, however. it is your well-contemplated decision to see his mistakes and see each of them as excusable, perfectly pardonable, no matter how silly or serious the world might regard them to be—

you make a noise. somewhat annoyed. unhappy too, yeah. before you push your face into the crook of his neck, nose nuzzling into the flesh there.

you would have bitten him by now. but he reckons you might be a bit too tired for all that. you couldn't even finish your dinner before facing the urge to throw up tonight, yet again.

feeling sorry, almost, gojo resumes his ministrations to your hair, half because you need to fall asleep now; the hands on the clock are close to striking midnight. the other half because he just loves playing with your hair— only to still when you suddenly pull your head back.

brows furrowed as you peer at him, eyes big and earnest.

"you don't really mind when i hug you like this, do you, 'toru?"

"no, cookie!! of course not!!" the man wastes not even a breath before he rushes to explain— because seriously, what!??

sure, he wasn't the first one to fall between you two. but ever since he did fall, he has never not expressed how every second away from you, every fraction of an instant away from you, causes him pain.

and yeah, he might have been a tad too dramatic whilst doing so, but you've always been so good at reading him— then why on earth can't you read him now? why don't you read, he loves it when you seek him out, he loves you more than anyone and anything else??

"good," your satisfied little chirp gives him a light shove away from his frantic thoughts. something tells him he should be put on alert by the way your lips curve into a smug smile next.

but gojo finds himself uncaring. just immensely relieved as he trails his fingers from the back of your head to your chin. thumb reaching out to brush the corner of your infectious smile. you continue.

"but even if you did mind, sorry not sorry— you were the one who put the ring on my finger, so you have to deal with everything i'm, mister!! no refunds nor complaints can be filed here, gojo-san~"

and neither refunds nor complaints he wishes to file, satoru muses to himself as he cups your cheek in one hand. bending down to steal the taste of your beam, your tease, your love for him on his tongue—

not when he has received the world in exchange for letting go of that poor splintered mess of a heart, he used to call his, but is now yours.

and will always stay yours—

"hey 'toru— what will you do if i chomp on your fingers right now, like really hard? will you yell? or will you be the freak that you're and enjoy it, huh?"

gojo pauses.

and wonders.

is there any binding vow one can make to secure oneself to another in every lifetime, for all eternity?

he hopes there is.

your husband really, seriously hopes there is—

'cause no way in heaven, earth or hell, does gojo satoru want to let go of you— and he will not let go of you.

this idea was ROTTING in my brain for ages, but wht gave me the spark– the boost to write this was the wonderful sukuna fic written by ari @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat ❤️❤️❤️ i seriously love u & ur writings sm, babes 🥹🥹 everyone pls go check their masterlist out. it's studded w diamonds and pearls 😌😌🥰

and this is also for my sweet & sour bestie mimi @avatarofstars 🤭🤭— u 🤝 me in being clingy af towards our fictional hubbies 😂😂🥰

hope this was an enjoyable read! pls don't plagiarise, translate or repost this ❤️❤️

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#gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo x reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader #kit posts 📝

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unorthodoxfaithxx · 4 months

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Yandere JJK - Yuta Okkotsu

When you leave for a month long mission without telling your close friend and maybe crush, Yuuta. You come back and he’s cracked.

It’d been two months since you left on a mission, only now being able to return back to Japan. When you arrived home to your shared apartment, you had expected a warm welcome from your kind and courteous friend, Yuuta. You imagined he’d tell you, “Welcome home,” ask how your trip was, and offer to make dinner like he usually did on days he felt adventurous enough to cook. The two of you lived pretty harmoniously together, both being capable sorcerers with similar demeanors and all.

What you didn’t expect was to be shoved against the wall of the flat’s narrow hallway kabedon style, body pressed flush against your roommate’s, who had a look on his face like he hadn’t been sleeping for weeks and just found out the cure to his insomnia was something ridiculously simple, bordering on relief and hysteria.

“Where. Have you been.” He practically growled, your heart beating at an odd pace since he was barely an inch away from your face.

“Uhnn, on a mission. But great news-I’m back home and won’t be working for a bit, aha?” You broke eye contact, unable to withstand the cold intensity of his dark eyes.

“And you left without telling me? Without telling anyone?”

“Well, to be fair it was a secret mission! It wasn’t to be disclosed and even then I knew it’d only make you worry and you’d probably end up trying to tag along somehow. I didn’t want to distract you from your work, Yu.”

Your explanation didn’t do much to help calm his nerves. You could tell he was obviously worked up, he was breathing hard, his arms were shaking, and his newfound grip on your shoulders was soul crushing. You knew your friend was strong, but the fact that you couldn’t move at all from your position was impressive.

“So you just up and left? That’s not fair,” His languid voice spoke with quiet rage. He was never one to raise his voice, not even now. “You don’t get to decide that. What if you had died? What if something happened and nobody from home knew anything about it? Would you be okay with leaving everyone behind? Leaving me?”

“No…I mean…I wouldn’t want that. I mean hey, I’m here! We’re good now, right? I’m fine! We’re fine.” You said this last part with no confidence, “…Are we?”

Yuuta took a step back, staring at the wall next to you because he couldn’t stand to look at you. “No. We’re not.”

He let you go, moving to turn back to his room. You grabbed his shoulder. “Hey-wait! I know you’re upset. I would be too. But please, don’t ignore me. I was so lonely on my own, now that I’m back I…well, is it too selfish to say I want you by my side? I missed you a lot.” Your abandonment issues were about to be the death of you.

“You trampled on my feelings, completely disregarding how I’d feel, and now you want pity?”

You deflated. “No. Just. I just want you. I’m sorry for hurting you, Yuta. I didn’t mean it, really.”

A minute of silence passed you both. You felt like you were about to cry. You sniffled. “I really am sorry.”

He stared at the ground, muttering a soft curse before looking back at you, slowly opening his arms. He sighed. “I can never stay mad at you. I missed you too. C’mere.”

And you nearly leapt into his arms, hugging him tightly. His scowl broke, turning into an ever so slight smile.

Coming home wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

You thought the two of you were cool and were about to offer to order take-out when he threw you over his shoulder, went to his room, and threw you on the bed, locking the door promptly behind him.

“Uhhhh, Yuuta?” You asked. “Watcha doing?”

He chuckled darkly. “You confessed to me before your mission, right? And then you bolted before I could even respond. Well, I’ve had a lot of time to think about how I should reply in the past months you were gone. And this is my response.”

Your face grew red. How could you have forgotten about that?

He crawled on the bed after you, leering over you like a tiger would its prey.

“I love you. More than anything in the world. And when I noticed you left and had no idea when you’d be back, or if you’d come back at all? I thought I’d go crazy. It took everything in me to not kill the elites that ordered you on the mission and drag you back home myself.” He had you caged between his arms again, voice dropping to something thick and heavy at his next words, “I decided that when you came back, if you ever came back, I wouldn’t let you go anymore. I want you by my side forever. And even then forever’s no where near enough.”

“Quite the romantic, are you big guy?”

He smirked at that. “I’ve had enough time to study up on the type of guys you like.” You shivered when you felt his lips glide across your neck, a rough hand slowly sneaking up your stomach, beneath your clothes.

“You’re mine tonight. And forever.”

Tonight was going to be a loooooooong night.

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suiana · 11 months

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I request you have a good day - 😈

I love you this is written for you (octopus hybrid because I love monsters)

✎ yandere! octopus hybrid who is obsessed with you! you're so small compared to him and it's so cute :( no, you're not short. he's just 10 times larger than you. deep sea creature moment aha 😂

✎ yandere! octopus hybrid who can't help but want to keep you all to himself. you're so precious to him, his darling treasure! and you're all his! even though you may not cooperate much now, he's sure you'll give in sooner or later!

✎ yandere! octopus hybrid who saved you when your submarine sunk in the deep depths of the ocean. why did he only save you and not the others? uh... they all died already haha! yeah totally not because he was the one who brought down your submarine... yeah...

✎ yandere! octopus hybrid who's looking for a way to shrink himself down to your size. otherwise he'd not be able to fit in you! D: don't worry! he'll think of something :3 you and him will have so many children once he finds a way!

with tentacles wrapped around your waist, the giant 10 meter (32 feet) octopus hybrid stares down at you with gentle eyes.

"cute... so small... all mine..."

you frowned at him, squirming slightly in his slimy tentacles. you didn't want this. it wasn't your plan to be captured by a 32 feet octopus hybrid who was obsessed with you. because not only was he the reason why you were stuck in the ocean, but he had also killed off your other crew members just to make sure you wouldn't have anyone else but him!

initially, you were grateful for him. completely naive and way too trusting of this deep sea creature. with an upper body of a human male's and the lower body of an octopus (aka tentacles), you were way too fascinated with him to understand why he would keep you alive.

but you slowly snapped out of your fascinated stupor and demanded for him to let you go. unluckily for you, it was too late and he had already finalised all of his plans to keep you with him, to make you his mate.

all you could do now was to try and rebel against him, to push back his plans of officially marking you as his mate. though it seems like it won't be for long until he finally gets what he wants.

"cute darling... soon we will be one."

#tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere octopus hybrid #male yandere #suiana brainrotting #suiana rambling #suiana's sinners #suiana's secret lover

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harunayuuka2060 · 5 months

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Yandere Malleus: *smiling*

MC: *has fallen asleep on his lap*

Yandere Malleus: *brushes their hair gently away from their face*

Yandere Malleus: How I wish time would fly fast right now.

Yandere Malleus: *caresses their cheek*

Yandere Malleus: I can't possibly resist you for too long.

Malleus: ...

Malleus: Is he... He's not trying to keep the child of man for himself, does he?

Ace: You can be mad, but stop yourself from destroying this portal!

Deuce: Please listen to Ace, Draconia-senpai!

Epel: Y-Yes. Ortho is working to find a solution.

Sebek: If only that human would stop being lovable in front of the fake Waka-sama!

Riddle: I don't understand why you're blaming MC for this, Sebek.

Lilia: Riddle is right. Our Prefect is just sleeping.

Azul: Yes. They act more like a gremlin when they're awake.

Rook: But we can't deny that our Trickster is charming that way.

Ortho: Aha! I found something!

Ace and Deuce: Really?!

Ortho: I'm receiving an energy similar to the Prefect's. I would be able to make a connection.

Malleus: Do whatever you can, Little Shroud.

Ortho: Hm!

Ortho: *starts to make a connection through the portal*

Epel: Wait- The scenery in the portal is changing!

"I knew it. Someone is indeed calling me."

Ortho: Eh?

Dragon fae MC: What is it you want?

Ace, Deuce, Epel, Sebek, Azul, Lilia, and Ortho: PREFECT?!!

Malleus: Child of man- No. *frowns* Who are you?

Dragon fae MC: ...

Dragon fae MC: I'm them. *smiles* But a fae.

MC: ...

MC: *frowns the moment they wake up*

Yandere Malleus: Hm?

MC: ...

MC: Nothing. I just had a dream.

Yandere Malleus: Would you mind telling me?

MC: ...

MC: Nah. You might get an idea or something.

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst dragon fae mc #twst malleus #twst yandere malleus #twst ace #twst deuce #twst riddle #twst azul #twst epel #twst ortho #twst lilia #twst sebek

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yestrday · 6 months

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hihi! may i suggest the 2nd years’ reaction to a teasing but easily flustered darling? they’re like a mix of a hiyakasudere (teasedere) and a dandere. long story short, it’s kinda like “oooo you want to kiss me so bad aha” to “WAIT WHY ARE YOU GETTING SO CLOSE” kinda thingy + don’t forget to take care of yourself! don’t forget to drink water and get some rest! :)

hoooly shit this has been in my drafts for so long and i finally had a sudden spark of inspiration to finally finish it. i'm so sorry anon you've waited a terribly long time

now, for the moments where your yandere harem is not-so-yandere and relatively normal-looking

you might like: yan! academy genshin second years

you thought that you'd get to share a nice lunch with your dear friend albedo after he invited you to a nice secluded spot for the both of you to spend lunch together. the food was definitely nice— this is albedo we're talking about after all— but you couldn't help but find yourself pouting. all he had been doing all lunch was sketch away at his papers.

hmph. you think. shouldn't he give me a bit of his attention?

hoping to sneak some sort of reaction out of him, you inch closer to his drawings. he’s never had a problem with you looking at his unfinished work and yet his strong but gentle hand reach out and firmly root you to your position. “don’t move,” he mutters. and then a long period of silence follows, but this time his eyes study every inch of your face and body.

"don't you think you're starin' at me a bit too much?" you croon, flashing one of your mischievous grins at the ever stoic student with the hope of alleviating some of the awkardness you feel. "someone might think you have a crush on me.”

“maybe i do,” he hums. “what about it?” it’s so nonchalant that it’d pass through anyone’s ears as a joke, but you’re so hyper-aware of everything right now that the blush starts rising to your cheeks, gaping at him with an open mouth.

“wh– what?!” you hate how squeaky your voice is.

“oh nothing,” he resumes back to his sketching before he gives you a glance over and smirks at you. “don’t you think you’re blushing too much? someone might think you have a crush on me.”

“a– albedo!”

no one knows how xiao lets you get away with how overly touchy you are. you’re not exactly what they’d imagine to be hanging around xiao. you smile too much, flirt and tease with people, and you drag the boy around to places almost embarassing to be seen at. but xiao follows anyway. one moment he’ll go: “hmph. and why should i?” but when you pout and just whine about going with another boy, he’s immediately latching onto your arm.

you’re aware of how differently xiao treats you and to be honest, you’re a little bit smug. you like to exert your power over him time to time. pushing a little too close or trailing your fingers up his surprisingly toned muscles just to tease him.

“you’re shameful,” he’d huff and look away, but you’re delighted at how his porcelain face turns into a bright cherry shade and continue teasing him anyway.

xiao is aware of this power you have over him, but he doesn’t stop you. he likes this warm and fluttery feeling you overwhelm him with. still, it’d be nice if he could change the tables for a moment and make you stutter and blush instead.

this musing of his is shelved away in his mind until an impromptu study date comes up. poring over your textbooks for the upcoming quiz, you snack away on some nuts to help you concentrate. when xiao looks up, he sees some crumbs on you’re too focused to notice. absentmindedly, he reaches over the table and slides a finger to wipe away the crumbs. you take this the wrong.

“wh- what are you doing?!” you squeak, face blaring red. “we’re studying, you know!”

he hushes you. “hold still.”

he brings the finger to his mouth and licks up the food, confused at your shock and embarassment but no questioning it. he sits back down and resumes his studies while you spend the rest of the session covering your face with a book and fanning your face. xiao remains ever oblivious as he focuses on passing the test, unaware that his wish has already been granted.

kazuha takes your flirtatious advances seriously, because well, romance and love must be taken seriously. somewhere in the back of his mind he can sense that you’re just joking... still, let kazuha delude himself for a tiny bit.

all flirty remarks of yours are responded with sincere and genuine exclamations of love which has you blushing and running away with every encounter with him. you don’t even know why you bother anymore, but perhaps it’s the urge to see the ever so calm and serene kazuha lose his composure because of you.

it’s for the sake of blushy kazuha! you pump yourself up before pushing open the classroom doors. the boy idles by the window sill, away from the chatter of your classmates. your presence immediately has him perking up and smiling at you from across the room. you take a deep breath and close your eyes.

be still, be confident. you’re gonna get him today!

“hi kazu~” you grin, sauntering over to him with brimming confidence. “your most favorite person is here!” you open your mouth, planning to pour out another set of cheesy pick-up lines and compliments, but kazuha reacts quicker.

“indeed, you are here right now,” he says in nigh reverence. he takes a stray lock from your hair and twirls it around his finger. “i’ve missed you over the weekend, you know?” he kisses it and smiles at you. the morning sun lights his face aglow, and the wind brushing past the window makes his hair flutter along with your heart. “oh, [your name]? you’re redder than a maple leaf.”

steam puffs out of your ears at being called out, and you stumble back, glaring at him. “i-i’ll get you one day, kazu! i swear i will!” and when you make a tactical retreat, kazuha only laughs to himself before fondly kissing the finger that held your lock of hair so tenderly.

you honestly thought that thoma would be the easily flustered type, but he's really not. it's always the same reaction out of him: you flirt, he stops, stares, and his lips crack into a brilliant yet amused smile. your charms, that have flawlessly worked on both me and women, are received like an elder brother witnessing their sibling's antics.

it makes your blood boil! really! the audacity of this guy to just shrug off your remarks when you're already growing desperate to get a reaction out of him! you up your charisma, bat your lashes more, but no, nada! it makes you a bit insecure— juuuust a little. is your allure starting to wane?

you're sulkily poking at your lunchbox, too caught up with your little dilemma to actually eat. thoma notices from across you, and his brows pinch together in concern as he regards your expression.

"is everything okay, [your name]?" he asks softly, placing a gentle hand on yours to let you know he's there. "you don't seem to have an appetite today. is the lunchbox i made not up to your liking?"

you might be sulking, but archon forbid you make thoma think his cooking wasn't up to standard! you frantically shake your head, before settling down and letting out a sigh.

"thoma~" you let out a whine, grasping his hand on yours with both of yours. you pout as prettily as you can, letting the lips you meticulously glossed this morning do their job, bat your lashes, and doing everything and anything you can in your power to turn it up a hundred times more. "be honest with me. do you find me pretty at all?"

his eyes widen at the question. "o– of course, i do, [your name]! there's no one in this school who doesn't find you attractive." something dark flickers in his eyes for a moment as he mutters lowly. "believe me."

that shadow disappears as soon as it comes, and squeezes your hands reassuringly. "more than just being attractive, i like you for who you are." his soft green eyes crease downward in a fond look, and you think your heart is racing a hundred miles per second. "i'm here with you, aren't i?"

you do your utmost best to respond, but your tongue fails you. your brain has short-circuited, and you can barely hear anything than the pounding of your heart and the muffled worried calls of your name. you slump in your seat, steam coming out of your brain and dizzy from the heartburn. you are defeated at your game.

there are advantages and disadvantages to flirting with the scaramouche. when you shoot him one of your teasing remarks or sidle a bit too close to his side, the people around you look at you like you're crazy.

and you are. you're crazy obsessed with his reactions, how sardonic and dry-humor they are but so cute and feisty. so what if his glares keep getting scarier and scarier, if his lips curl up in a sneer whenever he sees you. you don't waste a single moment in trying to get a reaction out of him!

"hey, scara~♪" your head pops out from the corner while he's busy with his locker, and glances at you before resuming with his work. "you're as cute as ever as always!"

"and i can see that you still insist on being annoying," he says plainly, before slamming his locker shut and fixing you with his signature dirty glare. "when will you stop bothering me, or do i have to put up with your nonsense until graduation?"

"only if you'll have me~"

"idiot," he scoffs. "to be disturbing me like this day in and day out. you have some nerve, [last name]. are you really that keen on breaking my peace? or—" he studies your face carefully, before a smug smile breaks out on his lips. "are you really that obsessed with me?"

your mind blanks out at the sudden accusation and you can feel the heat rising in your face. "o–obsessed with you? don't be absurd! i– you– you're not the only one, you know! don't get too full of yourself." your face reddens further as his smirk only grows, and you stomp your foot childishly. "believe me!"

"tut, tut, [last name]. you won't get further in this society if you wear your hearts on a sleeve like that. but don't worry." he lifts your chin up with a slender finger, and as much as that knowing grin of his is humiliating, you can't help but appreciate how alluring the expression is on him. "since you're so obsessed with me, i don't mind letting a commoner like you live under my care when the time calls for it."

#yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #yandere x reader #genshin fluff #yandere albedo #yandere xiao #yandere kazuha #yandere thoma #yandere scaramouche #yester.au — academy 📓#yester.writes

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whalesforhands · 2 months

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your thoughts all in mine

commissioned by anonymous. please thank them, they were very kind and patient with me despite it being my first time doing comms.

gojo satoru x reader x geto suguru

warnings: 18+ smut, dark content; yandere tendencies, somewhat creepy stsg x reader, allusions to depression, can be considered dubious consent at one part

“You can’t keep me like this forever, y’know?” The seals upon his arm threaten to tear, black calligraphy upon inscribed paper viciously glowing as you tug at the door, the jangling of locks and sparks of cursed energy on your fingertips.

“You left me no choice,” Your focused hand on the door and your eyes concentrated on the cursed locks, chants mumbled under your shortened breaths as you desperately try to break the spell, only feeling more intricate and mind-numbing barriers pushing back against you. “Satoru.”

You can hear him hum, so frustratingly nonchalant despite the fact that you had managed to bind his physical body and his technique back, prevented him from using any of his tricks against you as he sat propped up against the headboard of the bed.

There was only so much time— Only mere seconds you could spare before Gojo Satoru breaks those seals you had so crudely made, the very charms that you had poured every ounce of your cursed energy into for weeks on end. You feel your very hands tremble as they continue to mess with the locks.

It was hard enough to obtain said paper— And even harder to trap the unbeatable Gojo Satoru.

“You’re being so good today,” He’s purring into your ear, your legs around his waist as he adjusts just that little bit more to angle himself better, hissing at the way your nails dragged down his back before stuffing himself deep inside to hit that one spot inside of you, the slapping of his skin against yours far too lewd. “Something making you—“ His thrusts start to slow, choosing to make long, languid strokes as you tremble. “Mmf… happy?”

You choose not to reply, your teary eyes blinking up at him as he grips your chin, squishing your cheeks inbetween his fingers as he coos down at you, pressing a kiss to your wet lips as you only take his excitement into you, swirling your tongue with his in efforts to return his love as your ankles lock around his hips.

He makes the mistake of pulling away just for that one moment to let you breathe, feeling your walls clamp down hard in contempt, perhaps your way of retaliation as you feel his thrusts start to stutter, the smack of his skin against yours coming to a halt, “Fuck…!” Throbs of his cock deep inside of you making your head spin and your toes curl when your eyes start to glaze over with a blur of white and blue.

It’s these moments where you’re disengaged from reality that you start to think, start to really forget how much of a claim they lay upon your body as you twitch and shudder at the familiar cock stuffed too deep inside of you, a weak hand mindlessly reaching down to press against the slight bulge distending your skin.

You’re theirs.

“Ooh, r-really felt your love there, sweetheart.” You feel him give another experimental thrust to tease, barely able to pull himself out of your tight orifice, a whimper dragged out of him to join your chorus of moans as your mouth feels hot, feels like his spit had rewired the thoughts inside of your head to only occupy himhimhimhim—

“Sa— Toru…!” Your voice is teary, raw, and begging, your shaky nails digging into his skin and clawing; drawing blood and his moans out of him as your mind struggles to remember— To fight back.

“Aha, you’re— Hah… So cute…” He grunts when you pull him closer, holding him still inside of you, your kiss missing his lips as you land them against his neck, “Mmm… Fuck that feels so good…” He can feel you licking up his throat, his eyes closed as your mind recalls the shape of the rest of the scripture, the final strokes of the talisman clawed into his back as your body starts to tire, your grip on reality slowly unraveling and turning your mind into actual mush—

“Keep making that face—“ You hear muted breaths as he exhales, his hands gripping the underside of your knees and pushing your legs back. “Shit, haa— I love you so much…” You can see the euphoric, almost crazed look in his eyes through your bleary gaze, the way they begged— Pleaded the unsaid that churns the smallest semblance of doubt within you.

“You won’t leave me— Us, right? Nghhh— You can’t, okay?” He’s barely able to remember how to swallow as he starts to get lost, starts to babble your praises, starts to tongue-kiss you a little too sloppily. “I love— You…” You just take him so perfectly, you’re so lovely, you’re so perfect— And he thinks you’ll never be able to get it, never be able to fathom how much they love you.

You almost feel bad. Almost. Your own eyes closing as you’re taken into another mind-numbing kiss, his tongue laving into your mouth and your moans swallowed by him as you cum again, his hand having ended up on your swollen nub, rubbing expertly on the flesh as you twitch and stammer and come undone to sate both of your lusts… All as your cursed energy started to vibrate against your very ribs in stout activation.

“H-honey— I’m close,” You can feel his drool start to cling against your own lips as you let out a whimper, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly at your display of helpessless, his thrusts are getting far too much, every drag of the veins against your oversensitive cunt already making you see stars as your thighs start to shake. “You’re so tight— So good…!”

It was your only chance, his only vulnerable moment where he wouldn’t be on guard— When he’s buried deep inside your cunt and too delirious to think about anything other than emptying his balls inside of you. “Mnghh…! Cumming…!” And it’s this moment that is entirely yours, the gush of his seed inside of you, the feel of his open-mouthed kisses onto the skin of your shoulder as you feel the secondary spurts of his semen against your womb, “Take it- Take it all inside of you… Haah…” You feel softer thrusts, his hips slowly coaxing out every last drop of his semen out as his eyelids flutter close, sticky sweat becoming apparent and dripping onto your skin when his body goes lax on top of you.

He’s passed out.

And you can confirm it as a weak, unsteady hand tucks back locks of his damp white, pushing them out of his face to reveal a pretty face that slept without a care in the world.

“Satoru…?” You take the moment to pat against the softness of his cheeks, your breaths labored from exhaustion and your eyes begging to close as you see the steady rise and fall of his naked chest, his slowed heartbeat and his quiet snores. You can feel him soften inside of you, his body completely relaxed and his head resting upon your breasts in innocence that didn’t suit him— Yet, you still think that he— Your Satoru, was cute.

“I’m sorry, Satoru.” It’s your weakness, a vile core part of you that’s unable to die; able to sympathize and care for him despite everything. “But I have to do this…”

If Gojo Satoru were to be honest— He already knew what you were planning, Six Eyes seeing right through the talisman papers you had tried to hide inbetween the shampoo refills. But he just didn’t expect it so soon— And to put it quite crudely, did not expect you to do that whilst he had fucked both you and himself stupid.

And to be even more honest— He’s more disappointed in the fact that you’re still able to stand just fine after those sessions of keeping you trapped with him in bed.

“Honey~” He calls for you with a lilt in his voice, the words dripping off of his tongue in much too sweet of a manner. “Let’s say you do escape,” He blows a strand of stray hair out of his face, eyes choosing to admire the way his shirt was practically swallowing your frame whole, a smile growing on his lips when he sees your thighs shake just that little bit just from standing, the panties you wore still just that little bit damp from where his spend was leaking out.

And it causes his grin to widen all the more. It causes his cock to stir underneath the blankets, causes his blood to rush throughout his body and his desire for you to grow.

“Ya’know Suguru’s out there righttttttt?” He drawls out his words in pride-steeped confidence, as if he was surprised that you’re still trying. It was futile, he believes. Stupid for you to even try, when both you and he knew what was going to happen in the end.

“I… Know, Satoru.” But he can feel the utter desperation in your tone, the way your voice teeters on a hopeless cause. Like you were defeated, like you had no plan past this stage.

You know he’s trying to get under your skin, trying to make you break before you even get past the first phase of your escape… But in his eyes, you just looked so pitiful even trying.

“If you let me go, I’ll open it for you.” His head tilts to the side in mock innocence, shiny blue eyes glowing with mirth as he practically chirps his words.

You don’t want to give up, you don’t. Yet there’s this pull in your chest that inclines you to believe him, as exasperating, as unbelievable as it sounds. Your cursed energy was non-existent, burnt out from overuse at this point. You feel at a loss for breath, at some sort of despair starting to build tears in your eyes as your lips start to tremble and your knees want to buckle.

Maybe it was impossible. Maybe you should’ve given up sooner, with your tail tucked inbetween your legs in shame and crawled back into his awaiting arms when you still had the chance.

You don’t know what came over you, what sick feeling of clinging affection you had— Finding yourself settling against a bounded Gojo Satoru’s chest, making yourself comfortable on his lap as you… Sought him for comfort. You know he feels warm, feels like you belong right here, where you curled up against his larger frame that oozed protectiveness and twisted love.

“Beautiful… You’re so beautiful.” You can feel him start to press kisses onto your skin, down the length of your arm to each of your fingertips, from the column of your neck to the swell of your breasts— It felt… Right. You hear sweet nothings in your ear and his fingers threading through your hair, his cooing praises of your behaviour making your chest run all the more quick.

“Since you’re so cute… Why don’t I give you a chance, hm?” You feel his lazy hand cup your chin to make you meet glinting azure. “Let’s see if you really do want to go.”

——

You’re out. The familiar floorboards, the lights— The living room. He just— Let you go. You’re here. Now. Right before the front door that rings open, signalling the arrival of someone back home.

“This is a nice surprise.” Your blood nearly freezes where you stood when you hear that honeyed voice, the smooth tone crawling up your spine and plunging into the depths of fear as your eyes meet his.

Geto Suguru.

“Satoru must’ve let you out today,” He brushes your hair back, the scent of your sweat mixed with the telltale smell of sex weighing heavy on his nose, his eyes catching sight of the far too noticeable hickeys on your skin. “It was hard, wasn’t it? I always tell him he needs to be a little gentler.” Suguru is gentle, so soft when he leans down to kiss your sweaty forehead. His kiss feels like velvet, a soothe to your very heart as you swallow.

“Y-Yeah.” Your eyes dart away, away from that imperceptible, tender expression of his in favour of the ground, the genkan just ahead of you. “It was…” Your mouth feels dry, your throat scratchy as you try to disassociate yourself from this swallowing feeling in your chest. “Tiring.”

He’s right in front of the door.

“I thought that was the case.” He reaches for your hand, so lovingly intertwining your fingers together with his, bringing it up to his face for a chaste kiss— His suave nature was definitely something else. The reusable bag of his rustles as he shifts it slightly. “I bought you both some snacks.” You feel him squeeze your hand too reassuringly as he walks you deeper into this shared home. “I bought your favourite, and got that seasonal chestnut pudding Satoru ate before you got a bite last time.”

Furthering you from escape.

You’re gently guided down the halls and into the kitchen, as he settles the bag down onto the kitchen counter, a thought occurring to him suddenly when he turns around to meet your eyes.

“I’ll help you both clean up later. I know he’s probably passed out in bliss back there.” You can hear the smile in Suguru’s voice, the trill of affection in his words as he makes sure your hand stayed tangled in his.

“Oh, but would you rather take a bath now?”

He doesn’t want to let go.

“You look beautiful no matter what,” He clicks his tongue as he observes the bites littering your neck. “But I have to say that he did quite the number on you, darling.” A calloused hand gingerly traces the love bites, trailing down to your shoulder as you… Simply accept his touch. It washes over you in waves, feelings of acceptance, of uncertainty, of a swallowing doubt in your stomach that refuses to settle.

It felt like you were going to throw up.

He kisses your cheek, sneaking just the smallest peck to the corner of your lips as your eyes scrunch close at the show of affection, your arm limply at your side as the hand he holds returns a squeeze of his palm. It should feel wrong, it should feel disgusting. You’re being kept here against your will, being locked into a room that you can’t even get out of without explicit permission, if you give up now you’re basically signing away any privilege of freedom—

“(name)?” Your eyes meekly, shyly go up to meet his. You realize he’s still smiling. “So what would you like first? A meal? A bath?” His large hand rests upon your thinly clothed waist as his breath croons over your ear, voice dropped into a seductive whisper as he kisses the fragile skin.

“Or would you rather have me?”

Oh. Even you can’t help the shame that overtakes your face at this situation— It’s just embarrassing. You’re not going to lie to yourself… Your thighs are far too sore, your cursed energy weened away with the physical toll of Satoru’s overwhelming affection. Your dry lips part to try to say something, to try to form a coherent answer as you stumble and trip over your words; that was until your face is pushed against the soft fabric of his sweater, muffling any of your attempts as his chuckle sends vibrations that reach your pounding heart.

You can almost imagine it, you know? Suguru slowly stripping you of the oversized shirt that you donned, his hands reaching down to grope your ass as he props you up against the kitchen counter, getting onto his knees as your shy hands settle on noir locks, his hands spreading your thighs apart, pulling your wet panties to the side only to reveal the milky white that was already dripping out of your recently-fucked pussy.

“What a sweet surprise.” He’d trace a finger up your twitching excitement, licking his lips in anticipation as his eyes met yours despite the way you tried to hide your face away. “I’ll make sure to enjoy this meal thoroughly~”

Before he would let his tongue sink into your dripping heat, your choked squeal and your fingers grabbing his head—

“I was just kidding.” The flutter of his eyes open, to reveal amused purple that drank in the sight of your disheveled, almost bare form in his arms. He can hear how your breathing pattern picked up speed, how your eyes are shifty with the shame that was starting to dot your clouded gaze. “So, what would it be?”

You see yourself in the reflection of his eyes, your weary, tired frame in those rich amaranth. You see yourself; and you don’t know what to feel. Was there any solidity to your plan in the first place? Why? Why did you want to leave? They’ve been nothing but sweet— Caring.

When did you start to have such fantasies? When did you like being with them so often? When? When? Whenwhenwhenwhenwhen—

That was the moment that it occurred to you. Like having a bucket of iced water dumped over your form, realization cutting deep— Past your skin and into the depths of your flesh.

You don’t want to leave. Not anymore.

“A… bath, please.”

Notes:

There’s the whining of a door, a shirtless Gojo Satoru stretching his arms out as he gives his body the well needed relief of stiffness, his boxers hastily tugged on and the scratches that marred his muscles proudly paraded around.

“Didya buy my ice cream, Suguru? I’m dyin’ for something sweet!” And he’s clinging onto the both of you, squishing your smaller body inbetween the both of them as he chooses to reach for the bag from the position.

“Don’t eat it all this time, Satoru.” A head of noir pulls you even closer, accidentally stuffing your face into his pecs as he tries to talk sense into the sweets thief. “And make it quick.”

“Our darling needs a bath.”

#nvycomm #jjk smut #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #satosugu x reader

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To Gaze at Polaris

Description: After you manage to escape Jing Yuan's home, the General chases after you to Aurum Alley, intent on bringing you back.

CW: Yandere Themes, Non-Sexual Nudity, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Bathing Together

Pairing: Yandere!Jing Yuan x GN!Reader

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It is a cold night on the Luofu when Jing Yuan strides through Aurum Alley.

By this time, all the shops, restaurants, and homes have gone dark. There is the faraway din of starskiff traffic, and the quiet buzz of cicadas in the moonlit neighborhood. As he walks through alleys lingering with the scent of day–the smell of tea leaves in particular lingers in his nose–there are no signs of you.

You are good at this, Jing Yuan thinks sadly. He wishes you weren’t.

“Y/N,” Jing Yuan calls quietly, though his voice carries. He does not need to be loud or aggressive to have a presence. “Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

There is no response.

He sighs. There is no anger in his voice, no vitriol or rage. Jing Yuan–as you have learned by now–is not prone to fits. In fact you’ve never seen him mad, or without at least a fleeting trace of a smile on his face; it's as if he was blessed by Aha THEMSELF. Because whenever he sees you he cannot help but feel light glimmering in his heart like starlight, making it bloom like pink morning glories. They have tender stems, delicate petals and grow in soil that is rocky and dry, but they are growing nonetheless, guided by your light.

He enters a different alley knowing you are hiding in the dumpster. Trivial really, but impressive nonetheless. Your determination is one of the things that attracts him to you most. It is a double edged sword. It comes in various shades and hues. He sees it in your eyes when he challenges you to a friendly game of Star Chess. Or when you’re cooking a new dish.

Or when you are shouting insults at him like if you curse him enough, you can make him disappear. In a way, it has the opposite effect. Every time you sob and plead he coos and reaches out for you, pulls you in tighter with comforting embraces and sweet, cloying words.

For a few moments, he simply stands there. A part of him wishes that you would just come out. His footsteps are perfectly audible, and you are entirely perceptive enough to know that he has stopped in front of the alleyway. You know that he is there, waiting for you to surrender to his comfort and charm.

But you don’t.

It drapes his heart in darkness, those flowers wilting when you don’t. He steps forward slowly, eyes fixed on the dumpster, his expression forlorn. “Dearest…please come out. I won’t hurt you.” It’s a promise, and it is one he cannot break. He hates seeing you in pain. He loves your smile. It is radiant in an infinite number of ways: the upturned quirk of your lips; the soft crinkling of your eyes; the way your irises seem to glow. You are a star of glass in his hands, and he is afraid he has shattered you.

But, he thinks, as he continues his slow conquest forward, nearing the dumpster, would that be so horrible?

His mind flashes to the art of repairing broken pottery–kintsugi–where broken pieces are glued together with a lacquer mixed with gold powder; it is not meant to not hide where the breaks have occurred, but allow them to shine. He could bring you back together, multiply your luminescence by a thousand suns, and he would want you even more. The flowers in his heart would grow and bloom until his veins have become xylem and his tissues petals, every cell in him wanting your light. Craving it. Needing it.

When his hands–gentle and calloused from centuries of spars and fights–lift you from the dirty dumpster, you scream and wriggle in his tight embrace. His heart is flooded by rainstorms, flooding the flowers.

It has been raining for countless months. It feels like dying.

“Shh…it is alright my love,” he murmurs, his arms squeezing tighter around your torso; it’s not enough force to hurt you or bruise you, but enough to keep your squirming contained. “Let’s return home. I think this has been…enough excitement for one night.”

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He runs you a bath. You smell like trash now, and that won’t do. He wants the best for you. The best food, the best clothes, the best life. Because when he sees your happiness, even if it is as ephemeral as a shooting star, it rejuvenates his soul.

The gentle smell of jasmine fills the bathroom as he quietly works shampoo into your hair. By now, you have lost the battle. Is it a sacrifice, though? Or have you truly blundered a piece away on this grand chessboard? Jing Yuan has played you enough times to know your strategies and tactics, the most inner machinations of your mind. You lose to him every time, but always put up a good fight. He hopes that pattern holds true for this game you and him seem to be playing every waking moment.

Water cupped in his hands is brought to your head, washing the suds out of your luxurious hair. Gentle kisses are peppered on your bare shoulders and neck, before his hands reach to massage your shoulder blades. This is what Jing Yuan longs for: days spent in pure domestic bliss. The kind of sunlit silence that leaves him warm and sleepy, craving an afternoon nap next to his lover.

He hums a song. You lean a little more against him, exhausted from your little escapade. He smiles, careful not to chuckle, lest he scares you away like one of his sparrows. Later, perhaps in the morning Jing Yuan will have a conversation with you about this. But for now he is content to enjoy this honeyed moment, bathing in your incandescence, enjoying these brief moments of sunlight before the deluge begins again.

When your fingers start to wrinkle like prunes from the water and your eyes are beginning to droop, he knows it is bedtime. He wraps you up in a fluffy towel, letting you get ready for bed as he does the same; his eyes watchful but fond as he brushes his teeth and lets his hair out of its usual ponytail. Searching for the first signs of wind picking up or darkening skies.

The two of you cuddle in bed, though it’s more like Jing Yuan cuddles you, and you tolerate his embrace. His arms wrap around you, loose enough not to hurt but tight enough to anchor him around you. Drift too far away again, and Jing Yuan doesn’t know if he can recover. He needs you.

He is tired, too. But he is tired in a different way. His fatigue is like that of a mountain carved in twain by the river of time. One day, both sides of that once-mighty peak will collapse. But you give him strength. You are his guiding light. His North Star. His sun. His Polaris.

His breathing begins to even out and he pulls you closer against him, sweet dreams of you and him begin to dance behind his eyelids. Hopefully, he thinks as he lets himself slip into slumber, one day you will forgive him for ripping you from the sky and placing you in his chest, in the space right next to his heart.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere hsr #yandere jing yuan #yandere jing yuan x reader #yandere imagine #this probably has so many grammar errors sobs #oh well

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