#yandere rei sakuma

[yandere-daze]

Hello! First, I wanna congratulate you for reaching 3k followers! You're writing is amazing and you deserve all the love 🥳 🎉 👏

For the request, may I request some headcanons for yandere Rei and Mika on how they'll react when their darling confesses to them?

Thank you! And congrats again on your milestone!

- 🌟 anon

Wahhh thank you anon! Honestly no matter how often I get them, little comments like this are still really encouraging! Hearing that people here like what I write really is so nice 🥺

Also oooh I feel like it´s been forever since I last wrote something for Rei so this should be interesting! I don´t think I even need to mention that I always cheer whenever I´m able to write something for Mika sjfs

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, possessiveness, stalking, creepy behaviour, clingyness, manipulation

Yandere! Mika reacting to his darling confessing to him

Eyes wide, Mika almost doesn´t believe his ears when you earnestly tell him that you like him.

He stutters, his mind going wild when he realizes that you probably don´t mean that you like him in *that way*. Surely you´re only saying that you like him as a friend right?

You couldn´t possibly love someone as pathetic and creepy as him, right? He´s so presumptuous to get his hopes up like that!

Which is why his mind almost shuts down when you confirm that no, you *did* actually mean it like that. You love him

He just can´t help but think that he doesn´t deserve to be with someone as wonderful as you. And yet you still accept him for who he is!

He´s so giddy with joy that he can´t stop his body from shaking, there´s a huge blush on his cheeks and a scarily wide smile on his face as your words finally process in his mind

Something he had never thought possible has happened: His darling loves him! Oh, he will remember this day for the rest of his life!

Of course, he´s quick to admit that he loves you just as much, if not even more!

He´s stumbling over his words, taking your hands in his own clammy ones, shivering as he makes physical contact with you.

He sounds like a man possessed as he rambles about all the things he adores about you, how he can never stop thinking about you

Oh if only you knew how much Mika loves you... He loves you to the point of insanity!

I´m sorry to tell you though that things are only going to get worse now that Mika is assured that you return his feelings. There´s no need to hold back in fear of you thinking that he´s creepy

He´s your boyfriend now so he can be as bold as he wants with his affections, right?

From then on, Mika will be even more clingy, throwing angry glares at anyone that dares to speak with you and just openly being creepy

When earlier he would try his best to hide the creepy things he does from you, now it´s as if all his shame went away the moment you confessed to him

“´am sorry that I stare at ya so much but I just can´t help myself. Yer so beautiful, I never want t´ look away from ya. But it´s okay ´cause I´m yer boyfriend, right? Hehe”

Yandere! Rei reacting to his darling confessing to him

There´s a knowing smile creeping onto Rei´s face when you ask him to meet you somewhere private, where you can have an important talk with him

He´s very perceptive so naturally, he has noticed how your behaviour around him had subtly shifted in the last few weeks. You seemed kind of flustered whenever he got close to you, stumbling over your words and unable to retain eye contact

Of course, a reaction like that only made Rei want to tease you even more, he just couldn´t get enough of your cute expression!

So even though Rei knows that you´ve grown feelings for him, he would still make you confess to him and actually tell him yourself because he wants to hear the words “I love you” spill from your own lips

And don´t expect him to have any mercy on you either in case you´re nervous, he *will* make you say it because he´s been desperate for it for so long

You telling him you love him... Oh, it´s simply fantastic!

He always hoped that things would turn out like this, he had spent so much time getting close to you and earning your trust after all. Helping you whenever you were in a time of need, words of advice carefully prepared in advance

Wasn´t he so helpful? Wasn´t he kind? It doesn´t matter that he had been the one pulling the strings all along, the one that got you into trouble time after time only to be the one to save you in the end

But you didn´t need to know that, did you?

Rei had put so much effort into making himself appear as charming as he can for you, presenting you with the image of the perfect boyfriend, so you would fall for him

And it looks like it all worked out in the end, now that you were standing right in front of him, shyly confessing your feelings for him

When you´re finally down, you can hear Rei chuckle lightly, an unreadable expression on his face as he takes your hand, once more laughing at the flustered gaze you send his way

“So you have fallen for this old man, have you? Well then, allow me to be your faithful partner until the end of time.”

You didn´t need to know the lengths Rei went to to ensure this desired outcome

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[kurimiaki]

Not that you’ll ever go home again.

Pirate!Rei Sakuma

Content warning: dark content, death, misogynistic undertones

“My lady… I really must advise you against this.”

Eleanor is not a cruel master. Though a young woman now, she’s still a child, a terribly spoiled one, raised with a golden shovel in her mouth rather than a spoon. But Eleanor has not grown haughty nor depraved from her privileged uprising, her imposing ranking as a count’s eldest daughter— and as her darling maid, close to her in age and in friendship (always so tight-knit, sharing hushed secrets under the covers), you can easily vouch for her humanity and humility. Within Eleanor is an endless well of kindness.

Eleanor is a good girl, a gentle one, but she’s never been greatly aware of the dangers this world possesses. Your lady is beautiful, well-off, too naive, and this is why you refuse to let her out of your sight. Not for even a moment— you’ve sworn as much to her doting father. You’re all too aware of the sleazy, preying eyes of supposedly ‘dignified’ men around her, conscious of every rumor that seems to breeze by your bubbly master. Peers name Eleanor a promiscuously pompous brat, and in the eyes of nobility, this has become general consensus. They name her a woman out of her wits. You could hardly fathom agreeing with such mockery, rather loathe it, but at present, you’re inclined to concur with the latter statement.

“Oh, [Name], you are much too distrusting. That kind man so generously pointed us to our ship, and yet you remain too scared to board.” Eleanor teasingly side-eyes you, both hands rested upon her hips as she digests the hulking ship before her. While it does appear to be a royal vessel, by the familiar golden crest dawned on its crimson flag, there doesn’t appear to be a single presence of life upon its deck. The docking stairs are drawn, sure, and that man did appear trustworthy, almost regal. Virtually everything has nodded to this ships legitimacy, and yet, hesitance gnaws at your heart. You don’t want to move forward.

At your lack of response, and the expression of unease you’re unable to keep in check, Eleanor tugs on your dress. She leans closer to you, brushing aside the umbrella you hold over her, and smiles. “Daddy said he’d meet us later, didn’t he? Our luggage should already be in our room. I sure want to get settled in, and I think you’re due for a long nap, [Name].” She chides, tapping the tip of your nose and beaming as you fluster. Gazing into her eagerly wide honey-eyes, you sigh, closing yours for a moments contemplation before jarringly, she’s tugged you forward, taking your hand into her own.

She’s warm, sun-soaked and bright, and you fail to resist her forwardness any further. The two of you step aboard, and you nearly have to catch her from falling as she bounds up the ships ramp. An icy fear rocks your heart at the sight of raw, plummeting ocean from a crack where the ship and port meet. The waves aren’t rapid, not at all, and a gentle breeze caresses both of your cheeks as you survey the surroundings. While Eleanor grasps her hat and spins about the deck, giggling as she twirls, oo-ing and aah-ing at every little rope and mechanism, you yell for her to watch her footing as she peers over the ships side into blue waters.

It’s odd, how quiet it is. This silence uproots you, teases your nerves. Of course, there’s the bustling of nobles and commoners and sailors about the port, discussing potential business ventures, or perhaps the royal voyage soon to set sail, but this ship is devoid of all life. Surely a captain or crew member would hold guard over such an expensive craft, but the more you fret and search about the upper deck, the more apparent your isolation becomes. Eleanor’s brown hair shines in your peripheral, and in spite of your every present fear and agitation, you reluctantly smile at her relentlessly contagious joy.

Taking a moment to settle your young lady, being twirled around the deck yourself once or twice in the process, you insist on retiring to your shared room (you’d impressed upon her how improper it was for a maid to share her master’s quarters, but Eleanor had never been one for the conventional). Room 6, you recall, having repeated the number to yourself over and over whilst in the carriage, concerned for a sudden bout of forgetfulness that is uncharacteristic to your due diligence. Everything shall be perfect, needs to be, for your lady— perhaps this way of thinking is why the emptiness of this vessel startles you so. You anticipate everything. Had thought of just the right greeting for the captain, the crew, for the other servants you’d be working beside— but things hadn’t gone to plan, and you find your anxiety increasing tenfold.

The hall of the living quarters has a thin carpet of velvet, softening the clicks of your heels, and Eleanor urges you to ‘take in the sights’, though you instead find yourself dissecting the slight… uncleanliness of the hall your lady walks. It’s not immediately noticeable, but you’re greatly accustomed to standards of hygiene. Your days are spend making and remaking beds, sweeping floors, washing linens, cleaning and decorating and organizing, all for your lovely lady. And judging the faint cobwebs wisping from light fixtures, dust on framed landscapes lining the wall, even on the windows, this vessel is not exactly up to par. It’s so odd. Supposedly, a duchess is meant to board this ship, so how could one allow cobwebs to grace this hall? You want to bring it up to Eleanor, but of course she’s found her room, already eagerly throwing open the door, bouncing herself upon a red duvet. It wasn’t locked.

Odd.

This room is clean, at least. The ceiling is surprisingly high, and a bay window is placed to the right of the room, giving way to a view of the port and its inhabitants— at least it’ll be open ocean the moment you set sail. It’s lovely, really. However, it is devoid of the luggage you expected to have arrived already. Your annoyance must show on your face, for Eleanor’s giggling simmers out into silence. You return from shutting the door to her lying spread eagle upon the large canopy bed. Gliding across the room to shut the curtains, not willing to risk the encroachment of Eleanor’s privacy, you question what the matter is.

“My lady, are you dissatisfied?” You begin, gently, moving to take her shoes off, and she languidly stares at the high-beamed ceiling. You follow suit, as you instinctively undo her laces, and furrow your brows as you spot yet another cobweb. Suddenly, Eleanor snaps her head to face you, a mischievous grin creeping upon her lips, though without real malice. Raising a brow, you slip off her remaining shoe, and at once your lady rockets forward to lock you in a harsh embrace. It knocks the wind out of you, how tightly Eleanor squeezes, and you nearly choke as she falls backwards onto plush pillows, sending you with her.

Laying by her side, you huff an indignant little sigh, shaking your head in faux disappointment before turning to her. Eleanor’s brown locks are tussled, and an exhausted red flushes her freckled cheeks. Such a pretty girl, her current frown does not suit her. Taking her hand into your own, you ask once more the cause of her dismay, but Eleanor only shakes her head. “You know… Daddy told me I’ll be meeting another candidate on this voyage.” Ah. She’s found out. You swallow, hesitant, but nod in agreement, never one to lie. Not to her. Gazing at your face, searching, something must break within your lady, because her eyes glaze over with tears. Ripping her hand away from you, she turns to bury her head in a feathered pillow.

“You’ll ruin your hair, my lady.” She groans, frustratedly, lilted voice cracking. “Then fix it!” She sobs, and you frown, a similar kind of sadness bubbling within you, too. You don’t want to depart from your lady, of course, but she seems to think marriage will bar her from your presence indefinitely. Eleanor has always felt things a little deeper than others, you believe, her body is wracked by tears and whimpering cries. She loves strongly, lives happily, but Eleanor seldom ever breaks. Never before anyone but you. Soothing, you rub a hand to her trembling back.

Muffled by pillows, her words are nearly inaudible, and as you point this out, she tearily rises her burrowed face. So quickly her bright cheeks dimmed from a smile to a quivering frown, and as Eleanor falls to lay her head in your lap, you hope to see her gaiety as soon as possible. Eleanor voices her every present fear, worry that her potential fiancé will be a crude, haggard man of 68, and that you’ll marry a poor man in turn, having ten babies that will occupy your attention so wholly, you won’t even think of the ten years you spent by Eleanor’s side. And you laugh, and she flusters, bristling and shouting it’s not funny! while you fight to collect yourself.

Tears of hilarity prick the corners of eyes that have been dry for quite some time, and at your pleasure, a small smile quirks the corner of Eleanor’s lips. “You think too deeply of your future, my sweet lady, with so much unnecessary worry. Is your father not a conscientious man, one who takes into account your every desire?” Puffing her cheeks, your lady nods, and you assure her that her fiancé is anything but old: a proper and handsome young baron, one who’s recently happened upon a very promising fill of crude oil— you had a say in the potential candidates. Nothing but the best for you, you hum, and she raises a hand to brush your cheek, and you smile. Eleanor, still so filled with worry, demands that you promise to stay by her side.

The two of you lay together, and you keep to yourself as she clings to your waist, as per usual. You’ve yet to change out of the clothes you boarded with, and you want to go in search of her luggage, but can’t be bothered. For a time, the two of you talk, mostly Eleanor speaking on and on of her hopes for the future, of the sights that you’ll see together when you finally arrive at your first destination, and for years after that. You dance around promising something that will inevitably end up broken.

She falls asleep first, with strands of brown hair sprawling across your chest, her arms kept tight around your midriff. As if the moment she let go, you’d dissipate into the open air. It’s difficult for you to follow suit, but even through thick curtains the setting sun blares warmly over the two of you.

Faint orange light cocoons you, and in this state of blissful serenity and sleep, your previous disquietude seems to melt away.

—

It’s night when you wake, and the previous bustling of the port has been replaced with the sound of waves. You grown as you rise, wincing at the sharp, digging pain your corset imbeds on your waist, unused to sleeping in such a torturous device. And you move to wake Eleanor, who’s never risen before you, eager to help change her into something suitable to meet her father, but she is not there. Your lady is not clinging to you, she is not in the attached bathroom, not tucked away in the bay window with a novella, not waiting to shock you from the depths of the closet. She’s seemingly dissipated, missing, and a terrible anxiety shocks your heart at the sight of her loose shoes. Presently, she hasn’t any other pair— though it isn’t appearances you’re concerned with.

Your anxiety quickly gives way to terror. The curtains are drawn open now, the inky black of the sea outside only serving to worsen your creeping panic. Of course, her father’s quarters are merely across from this room— it’s entirely plausible that she snuck away to greet him without rousing you. Yes, surely that’s it, you reconcile, now dawning your own heels. You fail to fasten the shoe lace repeatedly, ignoring the trembling of your hands. Eleanor is hardly ever out of your sight. It’s miserable, how irreversibly attached the two of you are, how quickly you’re sent into a tizzy when unaware of her exact location. She’s with her father, you assent, rising to full height, she’s with her father, you recite, as you shakily step towards the door, turning a golden handle with sweaty palms. She’s with her father. You echo this, repeat this, pray, as you cross the hall, eyes darting from left to right, staring at the staircase, and you bite your tongue at how silent and empty it is.

It’s silent, and once more, you are alone. You pause before the door, room 12, reads a golden plaque, and you freeze in horror at nothing but this silence. There’s only the rushing of waves and the endless fluttering of your heart, like a rabid bird against your rib cage, and the cause of such panicked despair is this all-consuming silence. If your lady was with her father, this door would be shaking with the ferocity of their blaring laughter and conversation. This silence is odd, misplaced, and it wholly unnerves you. It’s only six, as the rooms clock had read— there is no possibility of her slumber, much less his. If Eleanor was behind this door, you would know. And though you know she is not, you raise a fist and lightly knock upon the mahogany wood.

The door creaks open almost instantly (as if they had anticipated your query), and it is not your lady who stands there. Of course, you expected this, but a horrified gasp erupts all the same. The count is a stout, chubby man, short enough to require a downward tilt of your head to meet his gaze. Instead, your neck cranes to meet the honey-brown eyes of a stranger, one whose face crinkles in glee at the sight of you. You stay frozen and gaping as he crosses his arms, leaning against the doorframe and he appraises you.

“Now… this is the first I’ve heard of us getting a maid,” The stranger croons, in a perverse tone that makes your spine shiver, “are you hear to clean my room?” And god, your chest hurts from how harshly your heart pounds. Spluttering, unable to collect yourself or gather a modicum of proper etiquette, you step back in rapid secession— it must look silly, for this stranger laughs a cruel laugh, guffawing at how affrighted you are. In front of anyone, you’d normally jump to correct such disrespectful gestures, but as you turn to bound down the hall, you can’t seem to care.

As you shakily grasp at the stair’s railings, ascending the winding staircase with a sense of great urgency, you don’t bother to look back, as the brown haired stranger calls after you. Your mind is consumed with thoughts of Eleanor, fears that used to seem so compulsive and irrational, now seeming credible with each passing moment she is not by your side. You felt this ship was dangerous, suspicious, you knew, and yet you allowed your darling young lady to traverse its deck, to sleep in its underbelly. Now Eleanor is not by your side, and you endure a fear so raw and intense, you hardly feel the frigid salty air as you burst through ornate double doors and onto the front deck.

And it’s so loud.

How could this noise have gone unnoticed? How could you have withstood such silence moments before? It’s too loud, this noise too rupturing, and you jump to cup your ears with your hands.

Surveying your surroundings, it quickly becomes clear that you have boarded the wrong ship. There isn’t a single nobleman or woman in sight, only loud men dressed in leathers and feathers and gold, gaudy, audacious colors that are foreign to the noble trends of your country. A royal ship would not have tambourines and shanties and so much booze— it reeks of it, burning your nose. On the lower deck, these men dance and drunkenly sway with linked arms, expressions of unabashed glee on rugged faces. And in the darker corners, lacking the emissive light of gas lanterns and candles, some men brawl, smashing bottles and wrestling and bludgeoning one another ruthlessly. It’s bloody, completely foreign to you, barbaric. A bit of bile creeps up your throat.

And in the midst of it all, there isn’t the faintest glimpse of your darling young lady.

So suddenly you knock the wind out of yourself, you rush down a small flight of stairs, now running into this cesspool of drunken desire and brutality. You’re unsure why you’d run, charging headfirst into such blatant danger. Men pass by you in a flurry of deep reds, purples, greens and pinks, and under their leather jackets and rags, your eyes catch glimpses of sharp silver, knives, machetes, guns that you’d only ever seen unused with the royal guard. You’re petrified, nearly frozen by your repulsive fear, but you don’t stop rushing to find Eleanor. So irreversibly inebriated, hardly any of these men take note of you, smaller by comparison. Your eyes are impossibly wide, glazed over by tears (it’s been too long since you’ve cried, forever since you’ve been so, so scared), and you fail to notice the divots in the dark floorboards before you.

Your heel catches on a particularly large hole, and you fall hard, without a moment to brace your hands upon the splintering deck, but such harsh impact never comes.

No, you are instead cocooned, totally enveloped in a gentle hold. Faintly, among this loud, you hear a man gently inquiring if you were all right. Lithe, light, hardly making an impression upon you, these arms are cold. Frigid, much like the air, almost dead. Looking up, breathing and heaving uncontrollably, you see a man with red eyes smiling down upon you. Red eyes, you think, baffled, crimson, and you physically feel your brows stitch together in a mix of shock and awe and horror. Hair so black it melts with the nights sky. Only for a moment do you forget yourself, lost in those burning red eyes, so unfitting for such a deadly cold man. He leans in, and you lean away, but the gently gripping cold does not release you.

“I said,” he leans to whisper in your ear, and you very obviously shiver, “are you alright?” His dulcet, leering tone unnerves you harsher than any silence, and you forget your every respect and regard for etiquette once more as you shove him away. It takes more force than you had anticipated, and though he’s a few steps away now, you must tilt your head at a painful angle to meet his gaze. Behind you, in your frenzied state of fear and humiliation and fury, you fail to brush away warm hands that fall to cup your shoulders. You whimper when they do, head falling defeatedly as your panic-induced mania seems to meet its climax. “Ah. Kaoru. I trust you’ve gotten enough rest?” Voice free of that telltale condescension, the crimson eyed man now stares above you, smiling without reservation and in kind.

“I have… But Rei, Captain, you didn’t tell me we’d brought such a sweetheart on board.” And you somehow recognize this as room 12’s lone inhabitant, his suffocating proximity allowing you to discern his voice from the jovial uproar around you. Crimson eyes fall upon you once more, a bit wider now, and you feel like crying as this man— the captain of this ship, apparently— rakes your body up and down, as if he were to dissect you. And as if something clicks, this captain frowns, his own brows furrowing in apparent displeasure. “Mm. I rather think you’re frightening this young lady, aren’t you, Kaoru?” He croons, his eyes unwavering and unmoving from your form, dismissive of the previous inquiry. With a slight tilt of his head, this man ensures that Kaoru’s hands are off of you, such a small gesture prompting the latter to remove himself instantly.

He backs off, hands raised as if he’d been caught in the act of something sinister, but smiles. Honey-brown eyes gloss over you once more, and with a final nod of his head, Kaoru departs.

And you’re left alone with the captain. The bustling crew-mates prancing about the deck seem like an afterthought, if only for a moment, and you nearly forget what you were looking for, gazing into those harsh crimson eyes. As if they had ensnared you, you bemoan, scantly feeling grateful that he had just freed you of that man’s touch. One fiend to another. At your side, you flick your thumbs. “I apologize, my friend can be a tad touchy,” As if he hadn’t held you in his arms mere moments ago, “but your presence is somewhat misplaced here, don’t you agree?”

Warily, you nod, feeling quite like a live bird on a vivisection table. The captain gleefully smiles, flashing a row of sharp pearly whites, and you flinch. Everything about him is unnatural. “I certainly don’t recall enlisting the help of a maid… perhaps you were snuck aboard by a subordinate of mine? They do yearn for a woman’s touch.” It’s obvious that he’s insinuating your services are more sultry and sinister, as if you were some stowaway common whore. Repulsion fills you. He notices this, and is quick to wave away your growing tension, a crude smile stuck on his face.

“Of course not. I apologize, my dear—“ Brushing past him, feeling this man undeserving of your rational opposition, you embark once more through the brutal crowd, this time steeling your nerves.

But you hardly make it three steps forward before a cold hand encircles your bicep. Halting, you turn to meet those crimson eyes, still burning, but now more concerned as they trace your furious expression. You don’t have time for this. You must to find her, and you can hardly imagine this man is trustworthy enough to help you do so. He pulls you towards him, not without a moments resistance on your part, and begins to walk back towards those ornate doors.

“Excuse me! Hey- let me go!” You bark, in an unbecoming and vicious tone, though your face gives way to how unsettled you are. This uproar attracts some eyes to you, and you notice Kaoru staring in your peripheral. The captain merely tilts his head to you apologetically, faintly saying just one moment, but you don’t falter in your affront. “I said let me go!”

Never in your life have you laid your hands on a man. Certainly not in violence. You’ve only had reason to touch and serve Eleanor, to be by her side, to fret and care and wrap her ailing wounds when she cries. You’ve never hurt another person, but you were about to, hand poised to slap this man away. Harshly. There’s a slightly resounding crack as your wrist meets his open palm, as if he was prepared to intercept your attack the moment you summoned the gumption to raise your hand. Astoundingly, he hardly glances back to you, merely continuing up the stairs and towards the living quarters.

Moments ago, the deck was shaking from the liveliness of its inhabitants. All dancing and fighting and drinking and singing has ceased, with only a few spare drunkards continuing in their charades. It’s silent, and a fearful shiver crawls your spine. You needn’t look back to know how many eyes are on you, the indignant little thing that dares to strike their captain. If your lady hasn’t taken notice of you by now… you can’t imagine her possible whereabouts. She had been so excited to prance about the deck, to bask in open, unpolluted air— but Eleanor hates the dark. She would never conjoin with a group of such intensely violent nature.

He’s taken you behind hand-carved mahogany doors, and as its hinges close, the atmosphere grows silent once more. The painful loud has halted. You do, too, unable to summon the same rage that possessed you moments ago. Your ire has diluted, and fear takes hold. “Would you care to join me for wine? Tea, or whatever you’d prefer. I’m sure you’re hungry,” He’s still holding your bicep, correct in thinking you’d jump to run away, “and I’m eager to hear your reasons for sneaking on my ship.”

You haven’t much say in the matter, as he promptly escorts you to a room you can only assume is the captains quarters. Such a demanding presence, under that polite countenance, such a pressurizing man. Eleanor would sooner run off and hide than subject herself to a conversation with him, not dissimilar to yourself. But you’re not as mentally feeble, unwilling to bow your head even when teasing the threshold of his domain. The office is decorated similarly to Eleanor’s room, dark red velvets complimented by swirling gold accents, cushy chairs, Persian carpet, black-stained bookshelves that house a small array of plants and tombs. It’s too elegant for a merchant ship, befitting of a royal, but this man is anything but.

You jolt away as icy hand fall to your lower back, attempting to lure you into a seat. He chuckles as you settle yourself with a huff, arms crossing in a protective gesture. “My name is Rei Sakuma,” He begins, training his eyes to your features as he rounds a large desk, one stacked with letters and books and a decanter filled with wine. Rei pours a glass, smiling as you decline it with a sharp shake of your head, and drinks for himself. “I apologize for not beginning with an introduction. It was best to take you somewhere private.” He raises his legs to cross on the surface of the desk, an action you find unfitting of his admittedly polite words thus far, mildly surprising. Red eyes are brighter under the candle light, appearing almost yellow, the only significant source of illumination in this room. You find yourself hypnotized by them, forgoing a response, rather devoid of all tactful behavior, in such a state of loss and despair and confusion.

Rei does not ask for your name, and you are glad to not provide it. “They’re an unsavory bunch, my crew. Meatheads, you could call them. You must forgive me for presuming you a prostitute— it wouldn’t be the first time they’ve smuggled aboard a pretty girl like you.” You don’t fluster at the endearment, don’t feel much anything aside from fear and hesitance, but nod in cursory agreement. Tearing your eyes from his, your gaze rests in your lap. He’s trying to amend for his discrepancies, you can tell, but you don’t feel the slightest hint of gratitude or relief at his sudden deferential civility. But you do provide him your name, the act of uttering it effectively silencing him. Rei peers expectantly over the rim of his glass.

“As you said, I’m not a… prostitute, not of any sort.” That vulgar term sears your tongue, and you fight to keep headstrong, broaching an explanation in a convincingly composed air. “I- we mistook your ship for a royal craft. It’s not as if we’re stoaways, truly. We just fell asleep, assuming we were just the first to board, not thinking to-“ Rei raises a hand, politely disrupting you, an incredulous tilt to his brow. He frowns. “I’m sorry, my dear. You mean to say there are two of you? With whom did you board, exactly?”

You think of Eleanor and how positively petrified she must be. Your brain conjures a horrible image of your lady, shivering and alone, lost, trapped, hiding in some dark corner. Perhaps the men that brawled and beat one another above deck chose to disembody her, disgrace her body, hurt her. Rei questions you further, but you can only think of Eleanor, and you lose to a breaking sob. It’s humiliating, to be crying in front of this man, but you cannot will your tears away. Crumbling, shaking in your seat, you note that Rei still stares at you expectantly, unmoving and unbothered by your distress.

As you introduce your master to this man, you try to sober yourself, you do, but your words come out wary and unsure, cracking. You sniffle and hiccup from this onslaught of tears, explaining her aristocratic standing, that this voyage was intended for her engagement, that your poor, poor Eleanor was only praying for a reprieve from rigid nobility, and now she’s missing. You continuously forget yourself, not thinking for a moment that this man is not here to help you, that he’s dragged you here unwillingly, that the kept smile on his lips is one of amused mirth. You’ve just told him of a very promising means to gain wealth.

Rei’s glass clinks lightly as he sets it down, not a lone drop of wine lingering on its surface. Licking his lips, he stands and rounds your chair, placing both hands on your arms. You shiver, but not from his cold. “Eleanor… She must be very dear to you, for you to be worked up like this.” His hand slides up and down, caressing, and you recoil. It’s repulsive, he’s set on taking advantage of you. Of her. “And here I thought you were only filled with repulse.”

“If you arrived here around noon, and it’s nearly seven now… I’m sorry to say, darling, but we’re a ways away from the port. The woman you serve has likely boarded the correct vessel by now.” He draws that word out, serve, as if your devotion to Eleanor was equivalent to that of a neglected dog an its crass, cruel master. Rei pities you, you’re sure, but not in a way that compels you to think he exactly cares for your loss. You rise, brushing away his incessant affections, and glower. “She has not abandoned me! I’m insulted that you would think of her so!” You’re grateful that a chair separates the two of you— any closer, and you’d think twice about screaming.

Always smiling, Rei tuts, shaking his head, treating you like a tantrum-throwing child. As if your concerns were egregious and misplaced, and this was not your life’s purpose on the line. “Eleanor was endangered the moment she stepped on this ship. It’s my responsibility to protect her. I’ll work in her stead and clean if that’s what it takes to make amends for my mistake— until we land somewhere else, wherever that may be.” You’re not even sure he’ll permit you to search his vessel, with how quickly you’ve turned to berate him. “I don’t expect you to help me, and I do apologize for all the confusion, but I really must be searching for her.”

His eyes narrow sharply, and you lack the temper and courage to continue on such a one-sided, demeaning conversation. Interrogation, more like. His smile is still present, and as you back away, heading for the office door, you impudently refuse to let him out of your sights. You expected such a seemingly powerful individual to bite back after being lectured, but Rei hasn’t uttered a word.

Only when you open the handle do you turn your back to him. Such a simple decision on your part, and Rei finds a way to work it in his favor. The golden knob does not fully rotate, and you try to unjam it, once or twice, but he has truly locked you in here with him. What need would a ship’s captain have to secure his door, if he commands such respect? You turn to ask, prepared to demand he release you. But the world seems to tilt on its axis.

Your vision blurs, and it seems you’re falling, collapsing once more into the captain’s glacial embrace. “What…?” You moan, halfhearted and woozy, supplied with the distant sound of Rei’s pitiless laugh. He’s everywhere at once, eclipsing your senses, and quite instantly, all you see is red. Rei is staring at you, you realize, acknowledging that your limp head has fallen to his shoulder, barring your exposed neck. Your waist is cold. You don’t understand it, why you’re so faint, why the world’s landscape seems to ebb and spin in a swirl of red and black. You think you ask him what he’s done to you, and you hope you went about it cruelly, but you hear nothing in reply. Slipping from consciousness, at the very least, you feel a sharp sensation against your pulse before you succumb.

—

“Do you think she’ll be hungry, when she comes to?”

Rei hums, considering Kaoru as he stands before him, though keeping his gaze trained on your sleeping form, serene face peaking from behind the curtain that shelters his bed. Free of a frown he thought permanent, Rei muses that you look rather pretty.

“Likely. Nothing hot, though.” It would be unfortunate if you burned yourself— Rei anticipates a rather tumultuous morning, when you finally rise. Kaoru nods, moving to promptly let the chef know to prepare an extra serving, but his captain raises a hand. Rei is frowning.

“You’d do good to not scare her off, Kaoru. Someone like yourself must fathom how important love is at this stage, ripe to blossom.”

As if you have anywhere to go.

If he’s uncomfortable, Kaoru doesn’t let it show. He only nods, waiting for Rei to continue, departing when he allows him to. As second-in command, Kaoru truly respects Rei, views him as a companion and a figure to be revered— which is why he is inclined to enable him, despite how unwilling and despondent as you appear to be. He spares you one last glance before allowing the door to shut, and your fate to seal.

—

In the crows nest, high above them all, is a young girl. She sits slumped and unmoving against the masthead, tidy and regal. Almost alive, if not for her paling skin, the mangled and blood-crusted skin of her jugular. Brown hair is matted with it, that crimson fluid, curling strands void of their once glistening sheen. Her bare feet grow blue from this relentlessly cold night. He’s full.

#pirate rei had me lost and confused really depressed and scared i feel horrible actually #ensemble stars #yandere ensemble stars #enstars #yandere enstars #rei sakuma #yandere rei sakuma #rei sakuma x reader #yandere rei sakuma x reader #undead #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere drabble #yandere tw #my writing

[1ndulgences]

congrats for 77 followers, strawbrew!! you deserve it, i hope you reach 100+ followers soon!! <33

for the matchup:

• i really don't know what my personality is, it often changes. but the personality i mostly use is being an enthusiastic person with a kind heart who cannot say no to any person who needs help.

• my hobbies are playing enstars everyday, reading books/novels/fanfics, listening to any music genre, taking naps every once in a while and overthinking (｡>ㅅ<｡)

hello, doveynon—! thank you kindly for the sweet encouragement, you are truly so gentle..... of course, for such a kind soul, i can only recommend...

warnings: implied stalking, threats of biting, blood mention, manipulation (read safely)

but rei is still somewhat cruel. even before he works to get to your core, he wants you all to himself. you will come help him with a new song for his unit, oh, will you not? he truly wants your input, as you listen to so many genres, you surely would know exactly how to proceed? oh, and when you are done with that, will you allow him to use your lap as a pillow? song writing is so exhausting, you know... he could use the rest badly. you could, as well, no? perhaps you should let his lap be the pillow! do not worry, he will keep you safe if you choose to be so vulnerable...

your everchanging personality is entrancing to rei. he cannot get enough of it — watching you adapt yourself to any situation that calls for you. he loves to see when you revert to your default happy-go-lucky persona, but part of him wonders if it is possible to go further. since you caught his eye, i can see him planning different ways to get you to lower your guard, to just trust him a little bit more so he can dig his nails beneath that final mask to see the you underneath. he is utterly entranced by the idea. and if that last mask was the true you after all, he had still won by then, as there would be no way he would let you go after putting so much work into getting to know you.

whether reading or playing games, you will find rei taking the moment to attach himself to you, hanging off of you like a koala. maybe you should read to him? he truly does love the sound of your voice... he would love nothing more than if you were to spoil him like this. if not now, you have before, for sure. or for another? either way, he has recordings of said times. he always has an eye on you, after all. until you surrender to him and let him know you inside and out, he has to ensure that you are not endangering yourself at all!

rei himself is nearly indecipherable on the surface, but at his core, he knows there is just something drawing him to you. with every interaction, he finds himself craving you more and more. you know... some vampiric mythology says that if a vampire bites a human, they become that vampire's servant until one or the other dies... that mythology also states that the servant begins to need their master's blood to live. fascinating, no? perhaps you would be ever so kind as to let him see if such a wonderful thing could be real. he has his claws sunk into you, and he will be doing his best to make sure nothing and no one, not even you, can get them out.

#;; yan #;; original #;; tag / 🕊 #;; event — 50+ followers #yandere #yandere ensemble stars #enstars #yanderecore #yandere rei sakuma #rei sakuma #yandere x reader

[chill-pills-yandere-haven]

Rei's Good Boy

An: Cute Rei fluff inspired by an edit of Rei saying good boy instead of good girl lol. No triggers, just cute vampire and you his boyfriend if you'd like to be. Btw lots reference to Undead lyrics. And yes, you do kiss the boy lol.

Can be interpreted as either yandere or normal, you could have ended up in his bed the usual way, or the not usual way, you choose.

The scent of roses. The amber glow of the dim morning. The soft feel of the black sheets that made up his bed. His beautiful crimson eyes and soft hair were like the night itself. 

Rei Sakuma.

 Akin to a vampiric demon, yet more human than most. And you were in his bed.

It was so comfy you never wanted to leave. The pillows were perfectly fluffed, the mattress incredible to lay on, and the amount of warmth perfect for you. 

Or maybe that was Rei himself. 

He embodied a fantasy. An ideal. And maybe you were infected with rose-coloured glasses by just being by his side.

"Good morning," So he was awake.

 Rei's voice always caught you off guard for some reason. It was too pretty to come out of his mouth. A smoothness and sort of creaminess to it that pulled his fans and you in. 

You look into his eyes. Like rubies; you wanted to remember them forever.

His physique was thin yet muscled. A light six-pack toned his stomach. His pale complexion and skin, soft in all the right places. His lips, so perfectly plump, illuminated in the dawn. 

 And you can't help but take a bite of that immoral fruit.

"Good boy, come closer," A beautiful chuckle follows, his voice beckons to you. A siren song you just can't ignore. You follow.

Rei holds you close, your head snug near his chest. Allowing you to breathe in more of his surprisingly floral scent. You stay like that for a little, sharing an embrace. He kisses your forehead.

You lift your head a little, still swaying. From dizziness at how his every touch makes you feel? Or sleepiness and a need to remain in his arms?

There's a tray on the bedside counter. Little refreshments for the morning, including some honey milk with cinnamon on top. 

Did he plan for breakfast in bed? He sees where you look and one of his hands is petting your head, as though you were some wandering kitten.

"Stay with me a little longer."

#chill pill's yandere haven #yandere ensemble stars music #yandere ensemble stars #rei sakuma #yandere rei sakuma #yandere rei #chillpillchats

[lilkasr]

I'm not in the mood to draw today…

#ensemble stars #enstars #rei sakuma #rei sakuma enstars #ensemble stars x reader #rei sakuma x reader #rei sakuma yandere #yandere

[deescade]

Ensemble Stars (yandere ver.) click and drag game!

warnings: (flashing images, Yandere behavior (stalking, killing, kidnapping)

Game notes • How to Play

Please use a browser other than Google Chrome to play because the GIFs always lock onto their first frame on Chrome. Safari and Firefox work, please try those

If you're on mobile, screenshot the gifs either as a set or individually

#click and drag #click and drag game #flash warning #flashing image warning #yandere #seizure warning #enstars #ensemble stars #subaru akehoshi #rei sakuma #rinne amagi #niki shiina #jin sagami #akiomi kunugi #eichi tenshouin #koga oogami #adonis otogari #kaoru hakaze

[ansuta-fanfics]

YANDERE! SAKUMA REI X FEM! READER

"Good morning, producer-san," Rei said as he touched your shoulder. You, who was reading a book, suddenly jolted up. "Sakuma-san! Please do not surprise me like that! And we're in the library too, and I don't think it's morning," You whispered to the older Sakuma.

Rei chuckled with a deep voice while looking directly at your eyes. "Producer-san, it's 6:30 pm. I think you forgot something?"

"Well… I don't think- Wait, UNDEAD's practice started 30 minutes ago!" You shrieked as you quickly stood up and began to take your stuff away from the table. As you were panicking about forgetting the time, Rei, on the other hand, is looking at your panicking state. His red eyes are hiding those dirty plans he had for his dear producer for later on.

This is not a well-known fact, but Sakuma Rei had his eyes for you for so long. Ever since he offered you to produce for UNDEAD, he couldn't get his eyes, mind, and heart out from you. Rei planned this from the start, after all. When the Aoi twins kidnapped you and Anzu to the club, his eyes had hearts inside them, and his heartbeat went faster and faster the more he looked at you. He wasn't the person who believed in love at first sight, but he fell hard.

After that, he started running after your heart. He tried EVERY method he had; flowers, hugs, sexy whispers (advice from Kaoru, which failed and creeped you out), date offers, and even a song where he made that just for you, but you had your eyes on someone else.

Tenshouin Eichi.

That student council president somehow stole your attention from him! Both of them are rich, handsome and in a popular unit but somehow he took your heart the moment he was out of the hospital! He was boiling with jealousy, but he can't express it to you, can he? He doesn't want his old man vampire facade to fall in front of you.

Rei is a person who can read others' thoughts and expressions well. Although you have been holding this for such a long time, he knew that you wanted to leave the position of UNDEAD's producer for a long time. He knew that you preferred fine's concept more than UNDEAD's but accepted Rei's proposal because he kept insisting. Sooner or later, you'll break the news to him, and at that time, he'll make sure you WILL NOT leave his side.

"Sakuma-san, let's go to the practice room. I hope Kaoru hasn't left, and Koga isn't fuming in anger when I'm late…" You said to yourself, worrying about everything. Rei chuckled again at your carelessness before taking your hand, intertwining it with his.

"Before we start the practice, a young lady wouldn't mind accompanying this old man to take some stuff needed for our practice, would you?"

"Well, I don't mind, but… I didn't know we needed to take some stuff for the practice. I thought this practice would be a normal one?"

"Kaoru told me that he had a new idea for the next song and required some equipment for it," Rei lied smoothly.

Although you doubt Rei's claim because Kaoru would speak his mind to you before Rei, you still follow him.

-Time skip-

"So, what should we bring with us?" You asked Rei as both of you went inside the Light Music Club. You could see the sun shining through the room, lighting it up a bit so you and Rei could see. You scanned the room for the so-called equipment before-

click

"Sakuma-san? Wha- HMPH?!" You shrieked as you felt something covering your mouth.

"Oh, dear. It seems like you feel for my trap…" Rei whispered on one of your ears as he put a napkin over your mouth and nose. His hand went over your side, pulling you towards his cold body. His red eyes looked directly into your eyes and took your panic and anxiety with a smile. You could feel his face getting closer and closer to yours.

"You should know that I am not a safe person to be around~ Now, the drug should've kicked in… I wondered what kind of future both of us have, pro- no, (Y/n)-chan…"

Not even a second later, your vision went black.

#sakuma rei #enstars x reader #yandere #ensemble stars x you #ensemble stars #yandere ensemble stars #rei sakuma #rei ensemble stars #ansuta #enstars #yandere sakuma rei x reader

[lovesickkidifficial]

"Ah, There you are Young Lady... I've been waiting for you~❤️"

Well what do we have here? Could it be? Love Sick Boy Hours? Yes. Yes it is. Here we have, Rei from Enstars. This was based on a fic me and my friend are working on. She's a Rei stan and I said "Okay but what if Yandere?". She then said "Go on..."

We're still working on it but I'm quite excited. We also did a yandere Ibara one for me because I'm an Ibara stan (yet my all time favorite will forever be Mika. We just haven't got to him yet lol). And, oh boy, that story was a ride and a half.

Okay that's enough talk. See ya next time

#drawing #illustration #yandere #yandere boy #male yandere #love sick boy hours #doodle #sketch #yandere enstars #rei sakuma

[anjuyn]

I like to think about yandere!Rei Sakuma, because it pleases my brain.

what i mean.

fear of loneliness + fear of being abandoned + very persistent and faithful attachment to dear people that can last for several years without receiving a response (Ritsu, Keito for example)

and also ✨ intelligence✨ and ✨charisma✨.

and the result is a person who gracefully and naturally behaves in a way that you definitely like (he knows how to do it), gently pushing you to the idea that all the people around you are dangerous, evil, deceitful and ignorant. Everyone except him. He alone, the perfect, loving, kind Sakuma Rei, will love you truly, solve all your problems and become your hands in this dirty world.

and before you know it, you will wake up in a world where you can no longer do anything of your own free will without his help and presence, where you are helpless and blind, like a newborn kitten who can only cling to the only source of imaginary security in this world.

Lock you in his apartment? No.

Make you want to lock yourself in his apartment? Yes :)

and this person will enjoy this power over you, such an unbreakable power that you don't even realize.

He will be the only person in your life for the rest of your days, fo-re-ver♪

After all, what could be more effective than psychological violence, hehe☆

#ensemble stars #enstars #rei sakuma #rei sakuma x reader #this is a rewritten entry from an old account #but I really like it. #to hell with clumsy methods #we solve cases by manipulation and suggestion #and the funny thing is that this thing is quite feasible within the framework of the canon #it's just that this person hasn't fallen in love with anyone yet so that we can see it

[mariondeux]

Rei Sakuma x male! reader who likes dressing like an elegant woman.

the reader is his adoptive brother. Rei takes advantage of the reader’s naivety and is EXTREMELY manipulative. I mean as “oh, you’re going out looking like that?” < aggressive sex as ‘examples’ of what people could do to the reader. So yandere & sex tape as blackmail to make it a little more interesting. - 🫀

— SYNOPSIS ; Your plans to go out are interrupted by none other than Rei Sakuma.

CW ; SEMI-NSFW, Non-con, manipulative behavior, manhandling, reader is Rei’s adoptive little brother, reader wears dresses, Rei is controlling

WORD COUNT ; 638

PAIRING ; Yandere!Rei Sakuma x Adoptive!LittleBrother!Reader

A/N ; When I tell you I was so excited to write this request. I am such a sucker for manipulative yandere Rei. And the entirety of just the situation is so!! Also, Christmas Kids by Roar reminds me so much of this request

FEMALE ALIGNED DNI.

You felt so good about yourself going out like this, you’d even wore your best outfit for this night out! Stunning jewelry laid around your neck and your wrists, even hanging off your ears. You felt like you’d just walked right out of the throne room, in which you hadn’t, but you loved to live in the moment. Nothing could ruin this.

Just as you made it a foot away from the door, you flinched as the image of Rei flashed in the corner of your vision. You spun around, seeing him sitting cross-legged on the leather black couch. His sharp red eyes locked onto your body.

“Rei! You.. you scared me! What are you doing sitting on the couch?” You composed yourself, fixing your clothes and brushing off the general surprise you’d felt before. 

Rather than playfully chuckling like he’d normally do, those same red leered right at you, not uttering a single word.

You dared to take a step towards him, only for his name to come out of his mouth. “Are you really going out like that?” The way he said it made you feel so iffy. All you wanted to do was leave the house as quickly as you could. 

“Yes..? I do not understand what is so wrong with me going out like this. I think I look perfectly fine, plus, you do not get a say in what I wear and do not wear.” Sure, the ominous aura radiating off of him scared you, but you would not let him tell you what to do. This is what you truly loved to do, and hell, if he had you change out of this outfit of yours just because he himself did not enjoy it.

His fangs flashed as he rose off the couch, causing you to take a step back in response. 

With each step he took towards you, it only settled in how threatening he looked, and as quickly as you could, you faced the door and made a move to turn the knob. His hand immediately latched onto your wrist with a bruising grip, shoving you into the wall carelessly. Beads of jewelry flew out because of the impact, clattering and rolling onto the ground next to your feet. You winced, kicking and flailing your arms around to get Rei off of you.

“You’re insane! Get off of me, now!” Rei scoffed. “I’m only looking out for you as your older brother. If you go out like that, men on the streets will stare at your promiscuous choice of clothing and tear you to shreds. There are wolves out there that will take your innocence just like that.” 

You shoved at him harshly, blood rushing to your face in anger at his words.

“You’re not my brother! You cannot tell me what to do even if you were, you never were.” You regretted those words as Rei’s face grew grim. 

He dragged you over to the couch, ignoring your protests, as he took his phone out and set it on the coffee table. You didn’t bother paying attention to what sort of blasphemy he was up to; you just wanted him off of you.

With the phone now recording your interactions, Rei ripped your expensive dress off of you, casting the torn fabric to the side as if it were nothing but dirty rags. You gasped in horror, tears slipping down your face so quickly, as your beloved dress had been reduced to nothing but scraps. Your half naked body was now exposed to Rei, who had already slipped his own pants down to his thighs.

“You’re a monster.” 

Rei chuckled at your quivering state, aligning his cock with your asshole.

"I’m only showing my dear, little brother, the terrible things men can do to hopeless little sheep like you."

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#ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x y/n #ensemble stars x you #ensemble stars smut #enstars smut #smut #ensemble stars x reader smut #male reader #bottom male reader #rei sakuma #rei sakuma x reader #rei sakuma x reader smut #semi smut

[yandere-daze]

random scenario but who in the self aware enstars cast would unironically say “where’s my hug at?” (i just see this happening but in an unhinged way ofc)

jsdjabda well there are a few options for that!

gn reader

tw yandere ( barely there though in this one ), kind of crack

Who in the self-aware enstars cast would unironically say “Where´s my hug at?”

So the first person I thought of when reading this ask was Rinne. He absolutely is the type of person that would say that while laughing and even opening up his arms wide, expecting you to hug him. He´s fully aware that he´s being obnoxious and annoying but he still won´t budge until you give in.

Tori says this when he´s throwing one of his childish tantrums with a pout on his face. You didn´t give him the amount of affection he clearly deserves so you better make up for it now! 100 hugs should suffice for the meantime as Yuzuru tries to calm him down ( while being kind of jealous that Tori can so easily demand affection from you)

Ritsu says this when he´s in a sleepy and clingy mood ( so always) and he demands a hug from you whenever he approaches you. Doesn´t matter if you were working on some important project or something or were talking to someone, Ritsu is now standing in front of you and demands his cuddles. He really doesn´t care if he´s making someone else uncomfortable, he needs to recharge his y/n batteries right now! Actually might just throw himself at you even before you agreed to anything.

Rei says it like a grandpa would ask their grandchild at a family reunion when they try to run off after getting their presents. He´s so offended too if you refuse him and might just pull you in his coffin with him so you two can stay bundled up together for a while. Would have been easier if you had just given him his hug from the very beginning, right?

Leo I feel is very similar to Ritsu in that regard but he also just throws himself at you on sight so is there really any point in asking in the first place if he´s already wrapping his arms around you? He´s just big on hugging you in general so expect this to be a regular occurrence

Chiaki already likes showing his affection to his unit mates so of course that also counts for you! He wants to show you how passionate he is about you so he´s also a really big hugger with you. I feel with him, saying “where´s my hug at” has a different vibe than say, with Tori. Chiaki says it while laughing heartily and so you´re probably more likely to indulge him a bit.

Omg, I almost forgot but I swear Kaoru would say that without any sort of shame! He´s so flirty with you, it´s almost overwhelming and so he would love to touch you as much as possible! Just, unbelievably touchy. He would think he´s being so smooth and slick about it too 💀 He really thinks he did something there

When we´re already talking about yanderes that love teasing you and act like they´re all cool and stuff when they´re actually kind of pathetic, let´s also include Natsume in this list! Please, he already calls the player “kitten” of all things in-game, he would say this and you know it. You may not want to accept it but he would say that with a smirk on his face and think he´s sooo charming about it and that there´s no way you will refuse.

I realize I kind of made this more silly than unhinged in the end but I hope you still like it! ajrakbrl

#ensemble stars #enstars #yandere rinne amagi x reader #yandere tori himemiya x reader #yandere ritsu sakuma x reader #yandere rei sakuma x reader #yandere leo tsukinaga x reader #yandere chiaki morisawa x reader #yandere kaoru hakaze x reader #yandere natsume sakasaki x reader #yandere ensemble stars x reader #yandere enstars x reader #ensemble stars self aware au #self aware yandere #yandere self aware ensemble stars au #gn reader #yandere #cw yandere #yandere x reader #rinne amagi x reader #tori himemiya x reader #ritsu sakuma x reader #rei sakuma x reader #leo tsukinaga x reader #chiaki morisawa x reader #kaoru hakaze x reader #natsume sakasaki x reader

[fiannalover]

I qualify Ritsu as a Yandere BF but he doesn't act like it the way Izumi does because. He is a Successful Yandere Boyfriend. Mao wakes him up feeds him dresses him and gives him a piggyback ride to school every day for a decade now. Half the reason Mao became an idol was to spend more time with him. They have cute baking dates at the Sakuma Manor alongside Rei, whose only objection is that they should wait a couple years before marrying. Mao is so domesticated they can't be on the same room because by now he has a pavlovian response that makes him instinctually drop everything he's doing and pamper Ritsu on sight. Ritsu won.

#ensemble stars #ritsumao #ritsu sakuma #mao isara #successful yandere ritsu sakuma

[kurimiaki]

"If you try to bite me again , I'll scream."

Character interaction w Yan Rei Sakuma? :D

tw: yandere, blood, abuse, asphyxiation, implied death

You spit these words, sending a heady glare to your assailant. Rei, infuriatingly composed, laughs at you from across the kitchen island.

Repositioning a cast iron skillet in your sweaty palms, you inch back, a lump in your throat. He makes no move to follow, but that doesn’t marginally snuff out your fear. “I’m serious,” You warn, voice raised and cracking. Rei smiles.

You only wanted to make dinner for yourself. But you can’t even have that, not a moment of baseline independence, not a single second away from him. At once, a mere five minutes since you had left the bedroom, Rei was pressed behind you, pushing your hair aside and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. And initially, you stomached your disgust, allowed him that. But Rei had to graze those pinprick teeth against your pulse, had to make some twisted comment about feeling parched, your veins near cold lips.

You’re starved and worn from restlessly dodging his attempts at affection, but per usual, he’s doubly energized at night, and even less tolerant of your indignation. Rei makes his move when you inch towards the pantry, resigned to a night locked and hidden in the small space. It’s instantaneous, how he rushes to your side, grips your wrist, and sets your makeshift weapon back on the stove.

“Are you scared?” He hums, blatantly leering down at you, eager to watch as you buck and struggle against him. You’re trying your very hardest, this he knows, and it appears so wholly amusing.

“I’ll be gentle this time. I promise. You only need to relax,” He strokes your cheek, nail tracing cheekbone tenderly. Before you can turn and bite it, he grips your chin between two fingers, squeezing harshly. Crimson eyes squint up in pleasure, no doubt at your expression. “Lest you want to bleed out.”

Fists clenched, you flinch as he begins caressing your trembling knuckles, quick to clasp both your hands in his. Rei still smiles, and the space between you shrinks, the air thickening. He returns to your neck, now only able to access it by restraining you. Though, he hardly needs to, his small quip enough to win your compliance. Anything to get away from him, you always say, now hesitating at the option of death.

Rei is gentle, a far cry from how he nearly tore your artery at the last attempt. Cold lips trace your neck, much warmer by comparison, and he seems keen to draw out your suffering, not yet biting down. Yes, he’s delicate with you now, obliged by your terrified stupor.

Much like a doe caught in the gaze of a wolf, you do not move. If you flinch, will he make it hurt like last time? Will it be excruciating? Will he let you go?

You’re starved and worn, but Rei is hungrier. He bites down, and you release a gasp of pain. A liar is what he is, empty promises covered in deceptively dulcet tones and smiles. This is painful, it hurts, and he is not gentle. Or, he is, and the pain is too overwhelming to let you see it. He cups your trembling waist, braces your head in his hand, and holds you like a lover would. It hurts, no duller than the last time, and even more so when he begins to drink.

It drips from your collarbone, his sustenance, that crimson, and he dips down to lick it. Sweat mingles with iron against clammy skin, and it feels disgusting. He’s disgusting, you resolve. You open your mouth to scream, and the hand on your waist rises to silence you, firmly squeezing your jaw. He does not stop drinking, but you desperately want him to— in turn for your suffering, you bite his hand.

And Rei, sharp brows furrowed and anger raised, slaps you. Your face turns so quickly your neck hurts, your cheek stings, you tear up— but at least the fangs are dislodged. At least you can breathe. But oh, he’s furious. More than he’s ever been, and perhaps you should be proud to have finally evoked such a reaction.

Before you can recollect yourself and spit your hatred through words, his hand is at your throat, squeezing.

“You’re really trying your best, aren’t you?” Rei smiles at you, all teeth and blood, pulsing his hold on your neck. The way his skin chafes against the weeping puncture mark hurts, as everything does, and your vision goes spotty. You raise a hand to claw at it, choking, and he leans his face closer to yours. He will not let up. You dig into him, scratching and prying at cold skin that will not pierce. “Too bad for you.” He will not relent.

Feeling yourself already slipping from consciousness, so quickly deprived of all air, you can only faintly recognize the sensation of lips on yours. His hand squeezes more. He might kill you, despite all promises to be kind and sweet. ‘Gentle this time’— He’ll kill you.

#yandere tw #yandere #rei sakuma x reader #my writing #u live

[1ndulgences]

can i req yan rei hcs with a bf that’s super extroverted and friendly but also puts others before himself? tyy

mister rei.... uu he is so pretty..... i got a little carried away with this one i think....? i did not realize he was so fun to write for.....

this is the first time i have written a gendered reader, so i hope it is okay....!!

warnings: harm against others, light threats against the reader (read safely)

but he worries, you know? you are so sweet and popular... everyone idolizes you. with a boy as sweet as you, how could you not be a name everyone knows! you're the one always running around doing favours for whoever asks, who takes any sick classmates to the infirmary, who's always one call away. what a sweetheart you are... there are so many monsters who will take advantage of you, you know?

rei loves your energy. how could he not? being around you is like being under the stars on a full moon night, or having a fresh drink after being thirsty for years. he can never get enough of the pep to your attitude and how caring you are.

he starts to hang over you more, wrapping his arms around your waist at any free moment. he kisses at your neck and rubs your back as soon as you even hint that you may be sore or tired. maybe you should go back to your dorm for the day? no, actually. come to his. his roommates will not mind. sleep in his bed and you'll feel much better!

if clinging to you doesn't work to make people leave you alone, that's when he escalates. all he wants is his darling to be healthy and well respected. can you lot not understand that? fine. he will make them.

an idol you do work with often suddenly drops the course. he says the pressure was too much, the other idols were too scary. as he apologizes to you and runs off, you swear you see bandages on his wrist. maybe he got into a scuffle with someone... but then it happens again — another idol you work with suddenly drops and apologizes for taking advantage of your kindness. within a week, you have about ten different students nearly groveling at your feet as they leave yumenosaki, all with some sort of bandaged injury. the scariest one had bandages wrapped around his neck. that's when it clicks.

you confront rei alone in his dorm, telling him that you know it was him scaring off the other idols, and he shrugs it off. even as you express your anger with him, the lax, confident smile on his face never leaves. after you finish scolding him, he simply wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his lap as he sits back on his bed. you're so cute when you stand up for yourself, darling. he just wishes you could be like this more often.

he pins you to his bed as his smile grows sinister, and his eyes are glued to your neck. maybe he needs to stop marking others as a warning. maybe if he marks you with his teeth instead, he won't have to hurt anyone else!

hold still, darling, he'll make this as painless as possible... after all, he just wants you to be safe.

#;; yan #;; original #yandere #yandere ensemble stars #yandere enstars #yanderecore #yandere coping #enstars #ensemble stars #rei sakuma #yandere rei sakuma

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I want request request headcanons for Ritsu and Izumi to find that their s/o is a underground singer (maybe seeing her in the underground live-house) please!

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ft. Ritsu Sakuma, Izumi Sena x fem! reader

thanks and sorry for the long wait, izumi's part was the part i most struggled with, did I make him too yandere-ish... hope you enjoy either way though!

°°``Marked as and included with: fluff, angsty kind of, Ritsu feeling a little possessive mood, stalking and breaking-in implications

Ritsu Sakuma

To be honest, Ritsu would pick up on some assumptions immediately about his girlfriend keeping something from him especially if there are signs; some specific and unfamiliar string of words he wouldn't expect to come from your own mouth even when it's just a thoughtless mumble or being an added part of a ramble, a set of distinct clothes or accessories, or just your random things as if belonging to some obscure band.

The worst assumption coming to his thoughts would somehow escalate to the scenario of you cheating on him or leaving him, even though it just pains him to think about the possibility. He would have asked you about it with all the stuffs he has seen when some crucial clues about what you have been doing is picked up by his hearing from Mika and/or Mao when the latter give him a ticket to some underground live night concert which Ritsu would know about the truth if he comes there (dragged along by Mao's insistence and promise of company in the end).

Even though, he really doesn't want to go through the hassle and mingle with the crowd... He ultimately decides it's best for him to wait himself for the ultimate reveal—to another part of yourself that you've been hiding all this time.

The moment he steps in that livehouse, he already feels out of place and hates the noisy and rough atmosphere. He would be hanging around in the back, discerning through others a presence he seeks from the sidelines where he can have some space and keep to himself. He might be far away from the stage, but he can still see it, and even just witnessing your performance puts him in a trance that brings him to another realm of dimension.

- After the truth is revealed, he would make it like you owe him a lot since his energy has been sapped away just for something like this which shouldn't have been hid from the first place (you really made him worry the worst, it could be called as a stingy revenge on his part).

- You wouldn't get off scot-free from his relentless teasing for the next few days. Not even after that you can rest easy (you're the one who should have to let him rest easy on your lap or shoulder, he will be borrowing them a lot)

- He would definitely feel a twinge of jealousy with the specific group of audience you have since you're not that publicly known, it makes them more private and somehow that sour his pleasant train of thoughts whenever it cross his mind.

- Though, he's thankful you don't get exposed much to wide popularity since he doesn't want you to be getting that much spotlight. After all, you're one to be with the dark just like him, right? He would only want you all for himself for the most part he could get your attention.

- In a way, your overall theme reminds him of his certain someone (if the scope of genre is akin to punk rock, metal or anything similar), Ritsu could use it to his advantage for Rei—casually implying that even an underground singer he's a loyal fan of is thousand times better than his bothersome older brother in general, just to jab it where it hurts him the most or pushing him to get all jealous.

- You aren't that much of an exception for that kind of treatment, still. He makes it an inside joke or references in conversations if there's someone else with you two and especially if you would need to keep it a secret from the others. Oh, he would enjoy himself a lot when that could get a reaction out of you.

- If it isn't obvious enough after you have tried to hide it from him, the truth is Ritsu would feel mostly hurt inside for that fact. Even though you should've known about how much he opens up and gets comfortable with you by now to let him be there for you. Like he cares if you're an underground singer or not, you're stuck with him he would stick with you whatever the circumstances.

Izumi Sena

Since this man has already juggle the schedules of his idol work and modeling jobs, he would focus more about the fact that sometimes you seem tired out of nowhere and even staying up late with reasons of doing important projects. He gets more overbearing, would force scold you to take care of yourself more, sleep early more often or you'll have to tell him what you've been doing like he's probably thinking you're up to some fishy things going on with an illegal group or something. Really insufferable for him to know there's a hidden thing about you and it bugs him so much that he's kept up at some nights wondering.

You really thought you're so sneaky and he would just brush it off, huh? Well, that's where your mistake lays. With his persistence of watching you more closely that he might or might not put a voice recorder taped in your room from an unknown spot. After having gathered enough intel, he would finally follow you out to some place he has an inkling of where the place is.

Either from a backstage or a place where he can see you up close, he's cheering for you in a lovestruck gaze complete with a phone discreetly recording and taking pictures once you arrive on the stage. You simply are breathtaking, leaving him almost tearing up, it's like he fell in love all over again with the same already charming girl who stole his heart.

Your attention would be on him no matter what that you fumble on your lyrics and trying not mind him with your whole might (fail) while keeping up a professional performance—all at once.

- Izumi is totally having a field day out of it. He would soon nitpick on parts of your performance you need to improve in the first chance he could get. You've still got a long way from the 'competency test and assessment' he gave if you could still get distracted by even his presence, after all.

- At the same time, he would express what he thought in a cool mocking confident attitude about how you color him suprised that your passion can be felt through your hard effort as if he didn't just look like a die-hard fan.

- He doesn't even care anymore about how you were hiding it from him, since he was able to welcome himself very easily into this another part of your life.

- The revelation would give him an ego boost and he's even prouder now to have you as his s/o (he already has a whole album and collection about you anyway). You proved yourself worth of his support, it goes without saying, he would give you advice with valid points that still consider your ideas or feedbacks of course.

- He's quite strict in making sure you don't overwork yourself. Like if you look tired or anything, do it in a place he couldn't see it so he wouldn't be bothered and minding your business (which would be quite impossible because he monitors you closely). Though, it's a living contradiction when he also doesn't let you to slack off too much.

- Not even your audience or longtime fans are safe from his watchful eyes, they would have to pass his selective evaluation. Still, he wouldn't stop your rise of popularity or anything.

- Overall, Izumi would only check how things are progressing with your singing career and butt in every so often when it goes out of track. Just let him have the right to keep your life in check, it's that simple.

#enstars headcanons #enstars x female reader #ensemble stars x you #ritsu sakuma x reader #izumi sena x reader

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LIGHT OF KSHAHREWAR . (0/5, reqs open) ・₊✧

・₊✧ ABT ME.

hiii, i'm kie ! i use he/it/doll prns && i'm the biggest gayass u'll ever meet &lt;3 i'm also told i'm mean. that's all u need 2 know !!

・₊✧ EDIT TYPES. (bold fav, italics selective)

icons (pride && regular), headers, layouts (specify site, if tumblr: w/ or w/o pinned), stimboards, card edits.

・₊✧ SOURCES.

enstars, engirls, genshin impact*, haniwa, proseka, d4dj, milgram, hypmic, twst, persona (4&5), hsr, fanganronpas, vocaloid, tbhk, bsd. (+ unlisted.)

*i will do sumeru, but it is likely i'll deny the request.

・₊✧ WHITELIST.

trickstar, knights (enstars); kimisaki rock band (engirls); barbara, nilou, anemo charas (genshin); liphiyo (haniwa); haruka, kanade, tenma sibs (proseka); RONDO (d4dj); teddie (persona 4); danganronpa: despair time (fangans).

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super pastel edits; shumika, izumako, sakuma rei (enstars); raiden ei/shogun, yae miko (genshin); ruikasa, akikasa (proseka); honkai impact.

irl/kin requests for sena izumi && fyodor dostoyevsky (bsd).

f/o requests for shinonome akito && tsukinaga leo.

・₊✧ DNI.

proship/anti-anti, racist, terf/transmed/etc, nsfw/18+, yandere, endo sys, doubles of the irls listed above.

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