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van1llam1lkk · 7 months

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House pet

[ sfw | TW ; Blood, physical violence, Manipulation/Coercion, Dubcon, As well as some General Yandere content but it's very tame, readers nose is broken at some point, power dynamics, The term Pet is used multiple times]

This was supposed to be shorter,, But I accidentally got Aizu brainrot of her being a tiny, little, annoying shit...

Female yandere x GN reader

Your body slams into the cushioned mat, pain radiating through your being as you slowly get back on your feet, only finding yourself up because your opponent has allowed you to.

Aizu shifted her weight to one side, closely watching you as you try to hide your exhaustion with shallow breaths. She always had this smug smirk permanently etched onto her face.

What you wouldn't give for just one chance to punch that face of hers.

She leaned in a bit closer, presumably noticing how sweaty and out of breathe you were while she had barely broken a sweat. "You're not cut out for this y'know? To be honest, I feel like someone like you would be better for something else..." She began, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into her.

"Like what?" You asked through gritted teeth, attempting to buy yourself some more time so you can fully recover.

"Hm, I don't know." She replied with a short pause before continuing. "Something cute definitely... Maybe being a house pet?"

Hearing those words only stirred up a wave of energy within you, trying to fight your way out of her grip with little success- a low growl rumbling from your chest. “Shut up!-”

Her grip tightened around your mid drift as she let out a low chuckle. "I bet you'd appreciate it too; nice home, comfortable bed to sleep in— all in exchange for some cleaning and some food." She cooed, her words grazing against your neck due to how close she was.

"Ah, but how could I ever forget the other thing?" She muses, ignoring how you were still trying to wriggle out of her grip.

You groan, shifting your eyes up to look at her face. Annoyance is evident in your own face as you take in her smug grin and those mesmerizing crimson colored eyes.

She doesn't answer immediately, the smile on her lips only widening a little as her teeth peek through her lips.

"You really don't know?" Aizu lowers her voice to a sultry tone - causing your skin to prickle at the hidden implication. "The only thing that someone like you would be good at." She leans into whisper into your ear, her breath hot against your skin. "The thing that makes you an ideal pet."

Aizu's hand moves lower onto the hem of your pants and you can feel yourself blush from the embarrassment and discomfort. "I don't want to be—" You start, trying to push her away but it' does little to help.

"Oh, would you just shut up for once?" she whispers, her lips ghosting over your neck. "You wouldn't have to worry about silly events like the future or important errands. All you would need to think about is how you're gonna maintain your looks and what you're gonna make for dish whoever was lucky enough to marry you." She says confidently, with a touch of arrogance hidden behind it.

"Just think about it," she continues as if sensing your unease. "I'm sure someone like you would love it if you ever gave it a try."

Your brows furrow slightly, struggling to ignore the nervousness stirring in the back of your mind. "How the hell am I supposed to 'try' marriage out?" You ask with a waver in your voice due to the nerves.

She slightly frowns at your attitude, a soft groan escaping from her lips.

"Come on, don't be so uptight. I'm just saying, you have potential to be a great pet," Aizu says, her tone turning soothing as she cups your cheek. "Think about it, no more worries about fighting or competing. Just a life of comfort and pleasure." She leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

Your mind reels with conflicting emotions, even though you know you'd never let yourself fall down such a path the allure of a life free from struggle and hardship was still tempting, but the idea of being someone's pet left a sour taste in your mouth.

Aizu pulls back, a wicked gleam in her eye. "I'll make a deal with you," she says, her hand still lingering on your cheek. "If you beat me in a fight, I'll leave this whole 'pet' idea alone. But if I win, you have to at least consider it."

With gritted teeth you slap away her hand from your face. Realistically you probably have little possibility winning this fight. But the chance to put her in her place— No matter how small, had you nodding your head in agreement. "Fine." You firmly say.

"Okay! Hand-to-hand combat, whoever hits the floor first wins." She explains, clasping her hands together.

And for someone her size you'd expect her to at least be a little weak, but no, she can practically throw your ass.

"Ready?" She asks, her words bringing you out of your thoughts. With a hesitant nod you ready yourself, getting into position.

What made training with Aizu so difficult was how fast and silent she moved. And despite her size, she had incredible strength; you wouldn't be surprised if she could throw you across the room if she really tried.

Aizu makes the first move, launching herself at you in a flurry of punches and kicks. You dodge most of them, but one catches you in the side, knocking you off balance.

You stumble backwards, but quickly regain your footing. Aizu continues to come at you, her movements quick and precise. You try to keep up, but soon you find yourself on the ground, pinned beneath her.

She smirks down at you, her grip tight on your wrists. "Looks like you lost," she says, leaning in close. "Now, about that pet idea..."

But before she can say anything else, you use all your strength to flip her over and pin her down.

She yelps at sudden change in position her face a little confused for a moment before a smile cracks onto her faces, soft giggles escaping her in fits

"Ah— You're a stubborn one!" She huffs out you could feel her legs wrap around your waist. "But we both know this doesn't change much." She murmurs, narrowing her eyes a little.

The movement happened to quickly for you to process what happened immediately, the entire experience coming in waves that felt longer than they actually were.

You hear the sudden crack of your nose first, followed by the the sweet coppery smell of your own blood filling up your senses. Your hand shoots up to cradle your burning nose, droplets of blood dripping into the palm of your hand.

You didn't even notice that you'd reflexively sat up, releasing her from beneath as you cradled your sore nose.

"Did— Did you just fucking headbutt me?" You stammer out, glancing at the blood that was coating your fingers and leaking from your nose.

Aizu shrugs nonchalantly, a smug grin tugging at her lips. "Hey, you said hand-to-hand combat, not 'no headbutts'." She giggled, clearly pleased with herself. "But I'll admit, I didn't think it would work that well."

You glare at her, holding your throbbing nose. "You're insane, you know that?" you mutter, the pain making your eyes water.

"Maybe," Aizu says with a shrug. "But you have to admit, I did have you on the floor first so... Are you considering the pet idea now?"

You shake your head, trying to clear it. "No, I'm not," you say firmly, more focused on trying to keep the bleeding to a minimum.

Aizu chuckles, sitting up and patting your shoulder. "Well, it's not like it really matters what you say." she says, grinning to herself the implications making you feel a little uneasy.

"What do you mean by that?" You respond, glancing up at her from the hood of your eyelashes.

She doesn't really say anything, just her smiling slightly widening. "C'mon, you don't really think this entire thing wasn't rigged from the start right?" She teases, tilting her head to the side. You open your mouth to object but she interrupts you before you could get a word out.

"And before you start getting all pissy at me, when I said 'considered' it was more like 'You WILL be my house pet if I win this' and we both knew I'd win so." She trails off shrugging

"I'll see you tomorrow?" She casually says, downplaying the fact that she just flat out lied to your face You just stare at her in disbelief, as she gets up and dusts off her clothes. The pain in your nose is forgotten as you try to process what she just said.

What the fuck?

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