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yandere-genji · 6 months

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Ahhh hi!

So, I have a request for Cassidy, Reaper, Moria, and Soldier:76 (separate, please).

What I was thinking is their darling (preferably masculine, but gn works too) goes outside while they’re sleeping. Not because they’re trying to escape, but because they just wanted to go on the porch for a bit. Darling doesn’t even think about leaving, and is surprised when the person comes running outside for them, thinking that they left.

What do you think their reactions would be? Would they be mad, understanding, not really care?

Thank you and have a good day!

(Also don’t forget to hydrate and take care of yourself)

tw: yandere, abuse

❤️‍🔥 Cassidy

The man sleeps like a log. Snores and everything, gives off a lot of body heat. It’s easy to be overwhelmed sharing a bed with him, especially on sleepless nights.

Luckily, due to his heavy sleeping, you’re able to slink out from underneath him and out the bedroom with little trouble. You’re surprised he doesn’t have other measures to prevent you from doing this.

You’re dying for fresh air, cracking open a window and resting your head in your hands as the breeze cools your skin. The desert at night is empty with stars painting the sky.

It takes some time before Cassidy notices you’re gone and he’s surprisingly cool-headed, partly because he’s just woken up.

He finds you looking out the open window, relieved that you haven’t left for good. Not that you could’ve made it very far without him.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” his arms wrap around you and presses you against his body’s musky heat.

“It’s so hot, Cass,” you whine, “I need some fresh air. Please?”

He takes you by the hand and leads you to the front door, stepping out onto the porch. You follow and sit with him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

The desert climate doesn’t make for perfect sleeping conditions, but it’s freeing. He holds you until you fall back asleep, stealing you back to bed soon after.

🖤 Reaper

Lightest sleeper, a pin drop will wake this man. Not that you would know, he keeps you in a separate room.

Did I say room? It’s more of a box, no windows or doors etc. Some toys to pass the time while he’s away. Not the most trusting yandere.

So you don’t have a lot of options when it comes to step out for a breather.

But the Reaper works at night. And when he’s off conducting Talon business, there’s no one to stop you if, say, you’ve stolen the keys to your chambers.

And let’s be honest, it’s probably not by your own merit that the keys ended up in your hands, knowing how much Reaper enjoys punishing you.

But it’s not like you were doing anything wrong. You weren’t exactly looking to escape, a part of you might not have wanted to and the other couldn’t afford the consequences. But staying indoors with such minimal resources was enough to drive anyone stir-crazy.

You miss the feeling the open breeze, the sound of birds and bugs buzzing around. Anything to remind you that the world did indeed exist outside of Reaper’s hold.

You brought blankets and pillows and laid yourself down on the porch - just to enjoy the outdoors without all its discomforts. Relax to the sound of crickets chirping.

Of course, you end up asleep, and when Reaper catches you out, he’s not at all happy to find you outside your room. Before you can even process all that is happening, you’re inside your chambers again.

His shadowed tendrils hold you against the wall, “Are you out of your damned mind?”

Black smoke filled your lungs, stammering your words, “I-I’m sorry I stole the keys, it’s just- I can’t stay in here for so long.”

“You have the gall to think I don’t know what’s best for you?” he releases you, letting you fall to the floor and gasping for air, “Earn your place.”

He leaves soon after and you can’t help but flog yourself for being so bold. Maybe if you keep complying to him, he might give you that freedom. Or it’s just another carrot to hang over your head.

🧡 Moira

She has safeguards in place that prevent you from outright leaving your quarters, but you’ve mostly free range.

Moira’s obsession with you is a bit different from the other yanderes because of her experimental tendencies.

She likes to see you come undone, whether by her own hand or keeping you under the influence of some test substance. So you don’t always have your wits about you, her way of restricting you.

Rarely do you have time to clear your head, desperate for reprieve. Most days the sun is far too bright for your adulterated state, but the moonlight is that goldilocks-perfect pale glow.

Moira has security measures in place, so she knows when you’ve left the house. And when she’s notified that you opened the front door, she’s livid.

When she confronts you, you think she’s going to tear the head off your shoulders without even a word as she pulled you back inside with little resistance.

“I’ve half a mind to keep you paralyzed,” she is fuming, jaw tight.

You writhe in her grasp, “Wait, Moira, I can explain-“

Yours words come out just as weak as your body as she shoves you into her lab.

“Keep your explanations to yourself. I’ll see to it you’ll never need them.”

Looks like you’ll have to find some other way to convince her to let you outside. (Bad ending vibes)

🩵 Soldier: 76

Big spoon. Very possessive. He holds you close and his weight is crushing. Most difficult one to sneak away from in these circumstances.

Even if you try to break away, he’ll pull you back into him. You’ll need deliberation and luck on your side to slip away.

If only you could have the house to yourself. Just waste time on the living room couch, watching some TV and eating snacks. Maybe take a hot bath.

But your captor was in the next room over, the last thing you wanted to do was wake him. Best you could do to relieve your muddled mind was to get some fresh air.

Your heart is thumping against your chest. Jack’s cardinal rule is to never leave the house, and if he caught you sneaking out like this who knows what he would do to you. Still, you had made it this far, you might as well enjoy the luxury.

And as you might expect, your absence is noted almost immediately. In fact, you’re no less than a few paces from the bedroom when his hand catches yours.

“Back to bed,” he commands, all gravel.

“No,” you protest, trying to halt him with a hand on his wrist but he leads you anyway, “I don’t want to go back to bed, I can’t breathe in here.”

He turns back to you, brows knit. He leads you past the bed and releases you on a pillowed surface, behind which was an elaborate work of contraints he restrained you against. It’s a dog bed, you realize.

“This will be your sleeping arrangement until you learn how to behave.”

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yandere-genji · 1 year

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yes and yes!!!!!! mama mia this is that good yandere shit 👌

The season was coming to an end, most classes had already finished their final exams and all of the sports had finished their respective playoffs. Gabe was lauded as the school hero, having achieved another victory for thanks to his unparalleled ability. But he could care less about all that. He had heard the same accolades being applauded at him ad nauseum. To the point that he would just ignore strangers who seemed only interested in congratulating him. It was a chore, but he did enjoy having his name on the tongue of everyone in the school.

It made him wonder what you thought of him, then. When he brought home the glory and was renowned as a hero. Did that make you adore him? Were you so busy that you couldn’t stop by and say your praises for him? Or did you insist on the delusion that you hated him, even when your knees buckled every time he embraced you… He longed to see your face when someone spoke his name. He wanted to know what you first thought at the sound of it. That burning feeling inside of him ignited, that insatiable need to have control over your life again.

Gabe knew he wanted to see you, desperately, in fact. The last thing on Earth he wanted, however, was for you to know just how badly he needed that. So, he was content to watch from afar. Covered in black from head to toe, he followed you around campus throughout the day. He rose early, eager to find you scampering to your locker as you organized yourself for the coming classes. You were like bouncing bunny, springing along with dutiful purpose. Always seemed so sweet and innocent, but you weren’t so simple and certainly tried to stand up for yourself when need be. It was futile, but undeniably adorable and he loved that feeling of breaking your fragile resolve.

It was difficult to watch you during lunch, however, when you met with your friends. Those who he recognized he surmised to be no good for you, and those who he didn’t recognize made his blood boil. To think some random could just pop up into your life, no achievements, nothing remarkable about them. Yet here he was, having to watch you from a distance because you rejected him. Him. He outclasses all of your friends and had the strength to force you to do as he willed, yet he was nice enough to allow you freedom. And still you denied him? He was in a constant battle with his sickest impulses out of respect for you and this is how you repay him? He often thought of dragging you away from your friends, taking you to the nearest bathroom and having you prove to him that he’s the only one you need.

And he might’ve, too, if not for his favorite part of the day, watching you walk back to your dorm. He was in sync with you, then. The two of you walking almost together, the same trajectory. He imagined walking by your side, you tucked under his arm and staring up at him with the same fondness with which he stared at you. Your bright smile that you flashed whenever your friends told a terrible joke void of any humor. If he had you like that, he thought, he would have you as giddy as a schoolgirl. If only you had been his when he had won the big game, running up to him as he lifted you into the air in celebration. Fuck, he wanted so terribly that attention from you, your devotion. It stirred a beast inside him that could only be tamed by you.

When you stepped into your dorm room, vanishing from his sight, he couldn’t help but to just stare for a moment longer. Trying to visualize you standing there and looking back at him. Smiling, waving, motioning for him to come inside. He would kill to follow you into that room, pin you against the wall as you relinquish yourself to him, beg him to take you. And if he could just walk into your dorm now, have you take care of his throbbing cock, he would want for nothing else in this world.

For weeks, he had continued to follow you. Cycling through those same emotions, growing evermore desperate by the day. Still, he stayed back and constantly planned on how he was going to make you his. What he was going to do to win you over. He wanted it to be perfect, for you to see him how he truly was and the value of having him. He was your protector, the only man in the world that could provide you with everything you could ever want, and he needed you to see that.

You were on your way back to your dorm, going through your notes from the semester. You scanned through stacked of papers to figure out what you would and would not need for the future classes. While rummaging through your notes, you heard someone clear their throat from behind you. Turning your attention towards the sound, you lifted your head to meet the eyes of Baptiste as he walked beside you.

“Oh, hey, man. What’re you doing here?” you asked, not sure why he would be headed toward your dorm.

“Not much,” he began, “actually, I was hoping to find you here.”

“Oh? How did you know I would be here?” you questioned.

“Angela told me you just finished class,” he grinned at you and readjusted his posture so he stood upright, “Hey, you remember that project we did together? In Lit?”

“Yeah, I remember,” you nodded, “about the influence of relationships in Hamlet, I think.”

“Yes!” he gleamed in recognition, “that’s what it was! Man, what a shitty class, right? But it was kinda fun, you know, hanging out together. Maybe we should do that again sometime?”

“Oh,” puzzled, you trailed your voice, “like with Angela and everyone?”

“Well, I was thinking more about me and you. Just me and you,” he leaned in a bit closer, “Like a date?”

You pulled back, holding you books close to your chest, “A date? I’m sorry, Baptiste, I’m not really looking to date anyone at the moment.”

“That’s fine,” he kept his smile, “maybe we can get into something a little more casual, then?”

You laughed awkwardly, contemplating how to wiggle yourself out of this situation, “Oh, nothing like that, either. Sorry, I’m not interested.”

“Oh, come on, I didn’t take you for that type,” he said with a chuckle.

“What? What do you mean?” you asked, tilting your head in confusion.

“Didn’t take you for the type to play hard to get, that’s all,” he replied.

“No, I’m certainly not the type to do that,” you scoffed at the implication, “because when I say no, I mean no.”

“Really? Then why did you bend your ass over in front of my face when you ‘dropped your pencil’?” he asked, using air quotes to emphasis his point, “Or do you get off on being a tease?”

“Don’t be such a creep!” you were starting to raise your voice, obviously distressed.

“Hey, calm down, you’re not a victim in this. You totally led me on,” he said, pointing an accusatory finger at you.

“Whatever you think happened when we were working on a school project, just forget it. I’m not interested, so just leave-“

Before you could finish, Baptiste knocked your books out of your arms, scattering papers all along the ground, “Whatever, bitch.”

In an instant, Baptiste was thrust against the brick wall of the campus building by a tall, hooded figure who held his arm against Baptiste’s throat. His eyes widened, fingers clawing at the forearm that was choking him.

“You got a fucking problem, kid?” a deep, hoarse voice spoke and you immediately recognized it as Gabe’s. Both you and Baptiste didn’t make a sound, too stunned at the sudden action. Gabe released his hold from his neck and Baptiste panted for air.

“Hey, man, I didn’t mean to cause any trouble,” he looked to you, “I had no idea you two knew each other.”

Gabe threw him against the wall again, “Funny how your tone changes up now that I’m here, not so tough now, are you?” he grabbed a fistful of Baptiste’s shirt, keeping him in place.

“I said I didn’t mean anything by it, I was just fucking around,” he exclaimed, tugging at Gabe’s wrist to free himself.

Unamused, Gabe released him, shoved him against the wall and scoffed, “Come on, you’re not going to win anyone over with that attitude. Fight me like a man”

Baptiste collected himself, dusting some debris from his shoulder, “You think you’re so fucking tough just because you’re some football star, huh? Fine, show me what you got, Reyes.”

Sooner than you could even realize what was happening, Gabe’s fist collided with Baptiste’s cheek with an audible thud. He caught himself and swung back, but it was immediately intercepted and met with another jab to the gut. Baptiste coughed a spray of red mist on impact. Then, Gabe twisted his arm behind his back, throwing him against the wall. You gawked in horror, frozen in place.

“That was no fun,” Gabe let out a breathy chuckle and pulled Baptiste to the ground, he kneeled over the man and sighed, “Tired already?”

“Fuck you,” Baptiste propped himself up on his elbows, arms shaking as he put his whole weight on them.

If you could overcome the instincts that kept you paralyzed in place, you would jump in between the conflict to stop them. Do something, anything to break them up, deescalate the situation. But you just stood still, eyes wide, mouth agape, limbs shaking. You didn’t even have the strength to run and get yourself out of the situation.

Baptiste stood up, slightly crouched and fists held tight. Again, he went to strike Gabe, aiming for his side. Gabe didn’t even need to block him, he simply stepped aside away from the weak punch. Baptiste was in no shape to keep fighting, he had been left disoriented and bloodied from just two hits. Tutting in disapproval, Gabe patted him on the shoulder and pushed him aside causing him to stumble.

“Jesus, that’s just sad,” Gabe spoke as he sauntered past, “You should get lost before anyone sees you looking so pathetic.”

“You’re a fucking creep, man,” Baptiste looked towards you while wiping sweat and blood from his lips, “You can thank your boyfriend, I got the fucking message.”

Your lips shook as you struggled to speak. You wanted to apologize, offer some sympathy. You didn’t mean for this to happened. Baptiste had been decently nice to you until this point and even when he wasn’t, you didn’t want to see him hurt like this. He needed help, but you couldn’t move and truthfully feared any action would provoke Gabe. So you just stood there, looking like a fool as tears dampened your red face.

If looks could kill, Baptiste would’ve struck you both dead that instant as he got up on his feet and limped away. And you were too weak to follow after him and make sure he was ok. You looked up at Gabe, still the tall, arrogant asshole you always knew him to be. Stray curls of his black hair stuck to his sweaty face, but other than that he was spotless. The gleaming image of a man undefeated.

“You can close your mouth, now,” he said, walking your way, “you look like a fish out of water.”

Your lips shut together and you hugged your notebooks even tighter as he approached, only stopping when he was so close that his hot breath warmed the air around you. Looking up at him was like staring into a starry night sky, becoming all too aware of your own insignificance. His hand cupped your face and he squeezed your cheeks with a forceful grip.

“Don’t you think I deserve some sort of thanks for protecting you?” he asked, eyes scanning your expression.

“Wha-what?” you spoke, in a tone both incredulous at his entitlement and still breaking from your stunned state.

He lowered himself so that his eyes were level with yours and lips just inches apart, “Do you need me to teach you the same lesson I taught your little friend?”

Before you spoke, you nodded frantically, “N-no, no, I just-“

“I don’t want to hear excuses,” he interrupted, “you’re in my debt, the least you could do is thank me for bothering to give you my time.”

“Thank you,” you spoke in a voice just above a whisper.

His lips crashed into yours while his iron grip on your jaw kept you in place. The wetness of his tongue provided him enough lubricant to access the inside of your mouth, and he eagerly invaded every inch of your tongue. You whimpered into him in deviance, but it only made his hold on your tighter and choked any more noise from leaving you. He pulled away from you with that same aggression.

“I have a reputation to uphold, you know,” he said, “Don’t make anymore trouble for me.”

“Fine,” you agreed, simply wanting to leave the embarrassment you had been subjected to.

He dropped his grip from your jaw and looked into your eyes, as if to warn you against disobeying him, “I’m walking you home.”

You didn’t protest, just complied and walked by his side. Neither of you spoke, but your mind ran rampant with questions, trying to wrap your mind around what happened that night. Was Baptiste okay? How badly was he hurt? And why was Gabe there? What did he intend to do with you? You couldn’t help but think that there was more than meets the eye with Gabe than you realized. Though you wanted to know, you kept your mouth shut and did as he asked lest you end up a bloody mess on the pavement.

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