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hypnoswrites · 8 months
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A Fool’s Complex
Going on holiday tomorrow and I’m tired so I just wanted to get this posted before I go! Hope you all enjoy reading :3
WARNINGS: Yandere! Kishibe x Reader, Devil Hunter! Reader, Age Difference is not mentioned but the amount of daddy issues reader has in this is immense, no daddy kink tho i’d rather die, explicit nsfw, explicit violence, kidnapping, female! reader, violence towards reader, imprisonment, 7k words
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Trudging along the gravel road, you made your way home. 
Due to your lack of shoes, the black leather loafers lost in the chaos, the pebbles beneath you dug into your soles, hurting quite a bit. You just moved strategically, every step figuring out which place would be the least painful to set down your next. 
Still, just because it was the best choice didn’t make the pebbles more agreeable with you. It hurt, and you didn’t have enough callouses on your heel to soothe the impact successfully. The stone irritated your skin, and a muffled wince every few steps was unavoidable. 
It was already quite late, but it was a warm dusk, the sun just barely glimpsing over the distant tree leaves to cover you in its remaining heat. The pavement felt warm under your bare feet, not enough to feel fully comfortable, but enough to keep you from shivering. It reminded you of the walk toward the sea on a rough beach, the discomfort never enough to stifle the eager need to submerse yourself. Warm, then cold, then warm again.
The comfortable warmth had been a burning and dry heat earlier, the kind that makes people walk shadow to shadow to avoid direct contact, and you’d fussed over your skin all day, having forgotten to wear any sunscreen. Even if it was just one afternoon, you could already see some slight discoloration along your arms, your jacket having been rolled up during the drive over. If you were lucky, it wouldn’t turn into full burns, but luck wasn’t your lady today.
The car ride from the city to here had been about an hour, but there’d been a few small towns on the way, so if you were lucky, you’d find someplace with a phone before it got too dark. A taxi service would be expensive, especially if you wanted to go home instead of a hotel, but what were your wages for if not to bring you home at the end of work?
There was some left-over Chinese food in the fridge, and as you looked at your watch, you realized that if you got home within at least five hours, you could still catch some sleep before having to report to headquarters. They’d send you home immediately, definitely if you didn’t shower before, but showing up was still required. Reports about things like this needed to be handled fast, though you were just grateful that the devil had been killed at the very least, since that would save you some time. The fact that you’d twisted its neck yourself and repeatedly shot its core didn’t make you feel responsible for its death and the slight mercy that followed, despite logically knowing better.
And that was probably the only thing you were really grateful for.
The rest all sucked, and you wanted a vacation.
Where would you go? Plane tickets were getting expensive, but splurging every once and awhile could be good for you. Good for your mood, especially. There were lots of places you hadn’t ever been to, places with white beaches and colorful houses. Instagram ads always showed you vacation destinations whenever you were stressed, the algorithm knowing you better than you knew yourself and it’d shown you a place over in Europe with the most picturesque villages you’d ever seen, though the climate would be a bit colder than what you were used to. You could also go somewhere with endless wilderness and just walk off trail until you were presumed dead.
Packing a duffel bag, you’d bring all earthly delights. A bottle with that pornstar martini of the bar you visited last week, a fully charged sex toy set to vibrate, an entire tray of the baklava your neighbor made for you when you’d watered her plants for a week and enough illegal substances to force yourself to enjoy your own man-made utopia. And then, at the height of your bliss, one pill would follow the other, and life would turn into a dream and then stop.
You looked off-road toward the nearby forest, just beyond a lake off in the distance, and decided that getting lost in the wilderness was not a vacation exclusive. There was untouched land everywhere if you walked far enough. If not for your empty stomach, painful feet, and need to crawl into a soft warm bed, you might’ve been tempted for a bit. You looked through your heavy eyelids, cracked your neck, and continued walking, no longer trying to fantasize about a different place with nothing but crickets and hedonism. Better to just go home and ignore your own borderline suicidal imagination.
You followed the path you’d taken earlier with the car to the best of your ability. It wasn’t like you’d studied the surroundings on the way, so you had to dig your memory for small things. An emptied-out and abandoned Pepsi machine, a bus stop with white tape crossing out the extra information, overgrown fences. Despite recognizing things, it all looked similarly abandoned and empty, so you could just as well be walking into the middle of nowhere.
It didn’t really matter. Even if you ended up going someplace else, as long as they had a way to communicate to the rest of the world, you could arrange a pickup. You just needed a single call to the headquarters, and they’d send some underpaid goon that was just about to go home your way instead.
You sighed and tried to look forward to it.
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It was fully dark by the time you noticed a figure off in the distance.
You didn’t gain energy at the realization and merely continued dragging your feet forward, this time with a more direct destination in mind. You’d ask the stranger to use his phone and hope he could maybe even point you to a train station or the like. It felt a bit unsafe, walking up to a strange man while on a gravel street at sundown, but you were carrying a gun, and even if he turned out to be a creep, you could just make him back off and continue forward. That someone was walking here was already a good sign that there was more civilization to come.
For a second as you approached the stranger, you wondered if they’d turn tail and run at the sight of you, considering you weren’t exactly looking your best. Your clothes were torn, your entire left leg visible and bloody, and your once white shirt missed several buttons and was covered in unspecified viscera. Even your hair was frizzled, and you felt yourself move like a zombie, legs close to limping due to exhaustion. At one point your feet had stopped hurting and gone over into a vague sensation of static, but it’d only taken shortly before that static had switched back into pain, the small break not having made it any more manageable.
The stranger came closer and despite it being late, you recognized the confident stride and neat clothes, the long overcoat in particular a staple of the Devil Hunter wardrobe. Either this was a lost salary man or a colleague. The latter would be a big relief since you wouldn’t have to explain the reason for your state, and the sucker would probably be tasked with bringing you home. You could maybe even push the report of the situation onto their shoulders for the time being, which was mean, but c’mon. You were the one in dire straights here. You focused on their face, trying to see if they were someone you recognized, and you froze at the name that came to mind the second you saw his features.
A tall man in early fifties, with blonde-greyish hair with a large scar starting from his eye and ending below his mouth. Shaggy facial hair covering an expression so neutral, you wondered if he’d even noticed you. It spoke of your exhaustion that you needed to be within fifty feet to recognize him, since you were sure you could normally spot him in a crowd of a thousand.
Fuck.
Why did Kishibe have to be the one to find you?
The two of you met eyes when he arrived within ten feet of you, and he stopped walking, wordlessly watching as you dragged yourself forward to walk ahead. You’d held the idea of just going past him and ignoring him, not that you would be able to keep quiet if he started speaking to you, but it felt powerful in the moment. Maybe later you’d call it childish. Instead of that, you fell to the ground the second you came close, skipping the huff of pain and going straight to the noise of relief at having stopped moving.
Kishibe didn’t help you upright, and you hadn’t expected him to.
“You look like shit.” 
“I feel like shit.”  You said with a hoarse throat, the sounds coming from your throat sounding foreign to you, as if you were not completely present while they left your mouth. “What a coincidence.”
With herculean determination, you got up, every muscle complaining at the uptake. Stones that had stuck to your skin started falling off, the soft patter of the rocks hitting the road the start sign for you to move again. The will to make it all look casual was there, the ability was not, and so you continued your pathetic march back home, now with an audience. The gravel beneath your feet rustled, the dragging motions you named walking moving the stones instead of pressing them down.
Kishibe followed you, slowing down to match your stride, which meant he only needed to take a step whenever you’d taken five small ones, your pace truly abominable. At this rate, you’d never get home, and having Kishibe here to judge you for your current state wasn’t helping. Despite it all, you really preferred meeting him whenever you could at least show off a little bit, not that that ever happened.
“It was the entrail devil.” You started explaining, hating the silence more than you could articulate. His silent judgement made you feel nauseous, despite you knowing if he really felt the need to make a comment, he’d do so. He’d done so in the past after all, always tearing you down whenever you were grieving. “It would shoot up intestines from the ground to try and grab our feet. I managed to kill it, but it worked by the usual logic of bowels, since they kept moving even as the devil had died. It grabbed Satou and wrung him out before eating him. After a few bites it seemed to realize it was dead. Everyone learns at their own pace, I guess.”
Kishibe unscrewed his bottle of alcohol with one fell swoop of his thumb. 
“Didn’t ask.” 
“I don’t care that you didn’t ask.” Cold sweat roamed your back, making the remains of your black suit cling to your skin. It was an unattractive picture you had of yourself in this moment. “I have to work tomorrow again, and if I tell you what happened, maybe you could do my- “You swallowed your request. “Never mind. I just wanted to get the situation straight. Let me vent, you’re here anyway.”
“Will it change anything? His guts are still stuck to your face.” Immediately, your palm searched your cheeks for anything still stuck to it, but beside some wetness you didn’t want to identify and some rogue gravel, you couldn’t feel the piece of bone you’d immediately imagined at Kishibe’s comment. He continued. “Get a grip. Make sure you learn from the experience.”
“C’mon, comfort me a bit.” You moaned, the whining tone in your voice frustrating you, since it meant he’d once again managed to upset you. If it was anyone else, you would have been able to break down crying now and beg for the other to take you home and let you rest. Most of your colleagues would’ve done so without question, having stood where you stood before, even if you’d have to endure some snide commentary or stoic admonishment at your weakness. They didn’t care, couldn’t care about you, but that was fine. With Kishibe, faltering was a worst-case scenario, knowing you’d lie awake for weeks, thinking about what your teacher must’ve thought about you, instead of Satou who was wrung across your face. “Now you’re just being mean.”
“Tellin’ you stuff you want to hear won’t get you ready for the next time it happens.” Spoken like a true veteran. “And if you follow this line of work, there’s always going to be a next time.”
The next time, huh? 
“Spare me the lecture.” You winced again as you stepped on a sharp rock, but kept on walking, though even the small indignation you felt couldn’t force you to increase your pace. This was it. You’d get home like this. “I’m not in the mood for it.”
“You never seem to be.” 
“Maybe it’s about time you stop it and give up?” You couldn’t stop walking, knowing that the next break would be your final one of the day, but you still found the strength to square your shoulders and look up. He met your eyes, thank god, and you smiled like you felt any control over the situation.  “Who knows, maybe I’ll get blown all over your jacket one day and you’ll have to walk alllll this way too. Feel free to tell me ‘I told you so’ in that case.” 
Kishibe didn’t respond to that, and you felt like you’d pissed him off somehow. It was hard to care, if he wanted to act like an asshole all the time, you weren’t afraid of taking the low road as well. Partially a lie, and saying it was partially a lie was a full lie. Afraid was all you were.
“Do you have your phone?” You suddenly remembered your initial plan, having been shellshocked by Kishibe’s presence for too long. “I wanna call a taxi.”
“I’m blacklisted by most taxi services.” Kishibe nonchalantly replied, taking another long swig of his drink. Whiskey, bourbon, whatever it was, you could reek it off of him, the sharp sting of alcohol following him wherever he went. “My car is close by. I’ll give you a lift.” 
“What? For free? What a deal.” You forced out. You didn’t think before you talked, your mind too far away to be present here at this moment. You wanted to say your mind was still at the location where you’d fought the devil, your ears repeating every last sound Satou had made before his demise, or even the build-up to that moment. What he’d worn today or what you two had spoken of in the car, but that would be untruthful again. “What’s the catch?”
“None, if you can believe it.” It was hard figuring out if he was still mad, the monotone emotion flowing through his words never exceeding a certain amount of excitement. It was always blunt, to the point and unmistakably crazy. “It’s not mine so I don’t care if you ruin the seats.”
“Noted.”
The way over to the car was spent in silence, and you didn’t have the energy left to be disappointed at that.
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“Where are we?” You asked as you followed him to the front door of the house he’d stopped at. You’d fallen asleep in the car and when you’d been woken up, the trip was already over, the entire drive nothing but a moment to catch up on minimal rest. It hadn’t helped, as you were now so tired you could barely get out. Kishibe had walked inside without you, though he was keeping the door open for you now.
“My place.” The second after you came in, he locked the door and threw his keys in a bowl. His overcoat was hung up and his shoes kicked off. You tried to mirror what you could, but you weren’t wearing any shoes and it was too cold to remove the few articles of clothes you had left. Kishibe glanced at you before going straight to the kitchen. “I’m too drunk to drive any further. Crash here for the night.”
“Oh yeah.” You’d forgotten he was drinking all the while you were walking, and promptly decided to just be grateful he’d gotten you two here at all. If he could fight devils while completely inebriated, he could probably safely drive an automatic while hammered. You looked around the place. “I thought you had an apartment on the southside.”
“Hmm.”
It was too late for these kinds of conversations, and you quickly dropped the act.
Your feet were disgusting, and you’d probably drag in a lot of dirt if you just walked in like this, so you stood frozen at the doorway while you heard Kishibe rummage around. Eventually he looked around the corner and beckoned you further in. You did so, trying to walk on the tips of your toes to minimize the mess you’d leave behind. Despite doing so, you could feel the filth pressing into the laminated floors.
“Do you want to shower before bed?”
No, you really didn’t, you just wanted to sleep until you felt human again. Even if he judged you for it, you didn’t want to care right now. “I’ll do that in the morning. I really need some sleep.” As if summoned, you yawned widely, your hand covering your mouth as your jaw stretched wide open.
Luckily, he didn’t seem to care.
He pointed you toward a guestroom, and you barely heard him try to give some explanations on where everything was as you bee-lined toward the linens and fell on top of the matrass. The light was still on, and you were still dressed, but within two seconds you were gone, and your mind would be too exhausted to conjure any dreams.
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The regret is immediate.
It occurs to you before breathing, before opening your eyes, before even feeling how you’d turned and cradled yourself within the blanket. The instant your mind regains the ability to form thoughts, it is filled to the brim with the full conviction that you feel disgusting.
It’s dark in the room. These sheets are not yours. You’re not even undressed.
You’d fallen asleep immediately after arriving, so you hadn’t brushed your teeth, and there was so much muck and sweat on your skin, everything about you had turned utterly rancid in the humid time you spent sleeping. Everything hurt, everything felt disgusting, and you were still tired. Maybe you’d slept two hours, maybe an entire day had passed. You hoped ten hours at the very least, though you could feel that you’d still be unable to do more than rest today.
The need to shower and get the taste of plaque and iron out of your mouth barely overpowered the need to continue sleeping, but it did, so you forced yourself off the bed. You heard noises through the wall, so Kishibe was probably up, but hopefully you could still sneak toward the shower and quickly clean up. You didn’t want him to see you like this and the previous times you’d crashed at his apartment after benders, you’d also been allowed to just shower at your own convenience without asking, so it was probably okay to do so- if you could find the damn place, that is.
After five minutes of sneaking through the house, which was furnished like a cheap airbnb, which meant filled with the bare necessities and cheap decorations placed at every corner to make it look like more than it actually was, you found the bathroom. You locked the door, undressed yourself, and made do with the lacking water pressure, happy Kishibe at least had a decent variety of shampoos and body lotions to choose from. Probably leftovers from various female companions he never spoke of, but you knew visited him. You thanked the nameless women that came to mind as you took an exorbitant amount of eucalyptus body wash, needing the chemical goop to wash away every bit of dirt and blood you had on you.
Satou’s blood. Your blood. It didn’t matter.
As long as it washed off.
Pretending like you couldn’t smell any sweat or grime on yourself anymore, you finished after scrubbing your skin red for the sixth time or so, stepping out and drying yourself off. There was a t-shirt flung over a washing machine and realizing you couldn’t really wear your old clothes anymore, you just put it on, an apology for taking Kishibe’s stuff ready on your tongue. You couldn’t imagine he would mind. You did wear your own panties again, if only to save yourself from the humiliation of having to ask your teacher for underwear. If he said no, bad luck. If he said yes, you’d need to consider where he got the panties and who they belonged to. Better to tough it out with your own.
Moderately dressed in the oversized t-shirt and panties, you followed the noise, feeling like you at least have to greet Kishibe and thank him for letting you spend the night, before following up your nicety with a much more eager request for pants or a skirt. Most of the lights were off, so it was easy spotting where he was, the rinkling of glass creating a destination for you.
“Good morni- oh, it’s late, sorry. Hi.” You said, slumping into the kitchen. Hunger had been a completely forgotten sense, but now that you saw a fridge, you could just imagine the eggs and orange juice waiting for you inside there. Probably not. The odds were higher that it was just an assortment of lunch meats and frozen dinners. “Kishibe?”
He mumbled a reply, standing next to the sink and cradling a box of ibuprofen as if it was his sole tether to reality, despite the fact an opened bottle of whiskey was already present on the table. In the entire time you’d known him, you wondered if he’d ever been truly sober, but this was still going a bit far for your tastes. 
“Not to give you a lecture,” you started, sitting down by the kitchen island on a small backless barstool. “But try to lessen on the booze. It’ll ruin your liver.” 
“Any liver of mine is already beyond redemption. Might as well.” He swallowed three small white pills and downed it with the aforementioned bottle, taking another few glugs for good measure. Any ethical organ within him that intended to stop him from overindulging seemed to be woefully incompetent. “And don’t worry. I only drink like this when I need to.” 
“Need to?” The only reason you could imagine needing to get drunk quickly for was to go out while on a curfew, but you couldn’t imagine Kishibe still hitting a bar at this time. The clock on the microwave indicated that it was four in the morning “What for?”
“You haven’t noticed yet?” His drawl lingered on a thin line between condescending and encouraging. He finally turned his neck to look at you, and you could tell he was a bit surprised by your current attire. Kishibe didn’t gape at you, but his eyes rolled from your face down to your chest covered by the shirt, to your bare legs, giving as much of an indication that you’d caught him off guard as you’d get. “Try figuring it out.” 
This conversation was going outside of the realm of short late-night comments, and you felt very underdressed, the shirt and underwear not nearly covering yourself up nearly enough for the intensity Kishibe was radiating your way. Covering your boobs would only make him notice them more, or at the very least, it’d make him realize you feared him looking at your chest, uncovered by a bra or anything. You hadn’t even shaven your bikini line in ages, and the very notion that he’d see made you convulse with mortification.
“I drink like this,” Your teacher said, hopefully unaware of your internal musings. “When I need to stop myself from behaving too rationally. It doesn’t help, you know? Only fucks shit up further.” 
“Okay?” You weren’t really sure where he was going with this. “Ah, by the way, do you have any pants? Don’t wanna show up like this at headquarters.”
“You’re not going to headquarters.” Came the immediate reply, and after a bit of a pause he added “I’ll see whether I have something that’ll fit. Is a shame, though. This suits you.”
That was… highly inappropriate.
You’d been told by various people that your teacher had a bit of a reputation as a womanizer, even claiming his favorite hobby was ‘women’, whatever that meant, but you’d never really felt unsafe with him. Sure, he stared at times. Moments when your clothes would rip during training, when you’d foregone a bra for the sake of convenience, or when you’d lean on his arms after drinking, but it’d always felt detached and slightly disgusted. This, late night in his house, with you probably still in a state of shock, was wildly different.
You opted to ignore it. Maybe it’d been an unfortunate joke. “Did the situation change? Is the report going to be in person?”
“No.” He took a swig of his bottle of whiskey as if it was water. No visual indication that it had burned him or impacted him in any way. “They expected you this morning, but you slept through the entire day. I got called but I told them you were not available.”
“I slept through the day?” That made sense. Somewhat. You’d known you were exhausted, but that was a new record. “Shit. Makima is going to be pissed.”
“She doesn’t concern you, and starting from today, you definitely don’t concern her.”
“Hmm?” That sounded vaguely cryptic. You leaned over the kitchen top, the overhead lighting encasing you as if you were a detective interrogating someone. “Did I get fired or something?”
The analogy didn’t hold as when Kishibe leaned in as well, matching you, you didn’t feel in charge at all anymore, the proximity as well as the shadows cast over his face making him seem much more frightening than usual. Would he hit you from the left? Right? Smash your face into the faux marble? Break the bottle and use it as a blade? What was your move?
Instincts from training were hard to suppress, and you were deadly afraid as you realized you still had no idea what he was going to do, and how you were going to react to it.
“Sorta.” He calmly said, lowering his voice until it sounded like a husky whisper. “I’ve kidnapped you and called it in, so no one’s expecting to see you anymore.”
An uncomfortable laugh forced its way out of you as you stared Kishibe down, looking for a sign of dishonesty. It wasn’t like you could spot him lying, but still, all that time together must’ve made you able to read him somewhat. You could catch glimpses, find clues to what he actually meant. This could be a test, right?
“You realize how that sounds right?” You replied a bit uncertainly, wanting to take a step back, but still kind of afraid he’d reach over and attack the second you moved. “It sounds insane.”
“The best- “
“The best devil hunters are insane, yeah I know.” In terms of things you were expecting to experience in life, this situation would not have even crossed your mind, and yet here you were, trying to gauge if the one who taught you how to hunt devils while staying alive was serious about kidnapping you. “But seriously, c’mon. Did you really get me fired? For what?”
“You’re not getting out of here.” Kishibe regained his previous posture, straight as a wall, the lighting making him seem like a freshly escaped serial killer, and walked around the kitchen top until he stood behind you, a broad presence blocking your entire way out. A leg sweep, an uppercut or just a firm straight, they’d all work on you right now. “Give up.”
“...What’s the angle here?” He was probably just being unfunny, so to calm your own nerves you’d humor him. Not like you could make him stop anyway. “You think you’re being funny?”
Behind you, you could feel the upward tilt of his lips. “What’s funny is that you seem to have forgotten everything I’ve taught you. Why are you freezing up when I’m threatening you?”
That was your biggest gripe with the man. No matter what he did or said, you’d always be the student that barely passed his ‘training’ and could therefore never be taken seriously. During said training, it’d become obviously clear that he was miles better than you, that every other student he’d taught was miles better than you, and that nothing you did could ever truly phase him.
When you’d met him, you’d not even taken him all that seriously. Every small movement seemed to physically exhaust him, like his entire body was weighed down, and as such he moved very deliberately, even his mouth opening just enough to get the words he wanted to say out. The only thing he seemed to consistently find the motivation for was alcohol. This assumption about him as a useless drunk had made you overconfident at first, and only after being pummeled into the ground for the fifth time did you realize that not only was he reading your movements before you even imagined them, but he was also incredibly fast.
For the duration of an entire year, he’d taught you, which was a nice way of saying beat you up. Every leg sweep was punished with three consecutive punches to your gut. Every attempt to dodge his incessant attacks was responded to with a grab attack, after which you were put in a headlock so tight it felt your eyes would pop out. Any and every trick in your book was destroyed, punched into the ground and rebuilt, though never to the extent that you could fight him. He was always faster, always stronger, always smarter. Always better.
After the year had passed, and you’d been thoroughly beaten down once again on a windy Thursday, the two of you’d ended up in a cheap noodle place to get some dinner, a common end to a day of training. The owner had looked at you as if he was unsure whether or not to call the police and claim domestic assault, but a flash of the insignia and he’d backed off. Bent over hot broth with slippery noodles, Kishibe had downed his entire flask and grabbed your chopsticks mid-bite. You’d looked up with wide eyes, waiting for him to give any indication to why he was coming between you and dinner.
“This isn’t the job for you.” He’d said after a few moments of poignant silence. “Go do something else.”
At the time, you’d been a bit hyperactive, adrenaline still surging after getting your wrist broken nearly a dozen time and had laughed. “This is the job for me. Who else would hire me?”
“Ask the owner when you leave. Places like these always need extra staff” he’d said, before standing up and leaving, his noodles untouched. When you returned to the usual meet-up place the very next day for another day of training, he hadn’t shown up, and later you heard that the training itself had been deemed completed. Just like that, a year of training done. You weren’t good enough, and he’d given up on trying to improve you.
He was disappointed in you, and you didn’t know why that had hurt you so much.
Sure, you’d tried to improve somewhat ever since your pitiful graduation, but you just knew whenever he was around you, your shortcomings were on full display. Your punches still didn’t pack the punch they needed to, you still froze up during important moments, you still couldn’t think on your feet as fast as the rest could. In this profession, being mediocre meant death, and you’d been thoroughly stamped with the adjective, despite your hard work to stay alive. Kishibe would always be the one who didn’t believe in you, and it didn’t help that he seemed to find you whenever something had gone wrong. 
Like today. 
Last time, it’d been your entire team, forced into a frenzy by the fainting devil, resulting in them killing each other until you remained, a kidney lighter but alive nonetheless. Covered in the viscera of your colleagues, a familiar feeling by now, Kishibe had found you. Back then, he’d just flicked his wrist and killed the devil, and mumbled that you should’ve been able to defeat it easily. The punch you’d thrown his way after had, of course, been expertly dodged. 
His worst student.
A horrible explanation bloomed inside your chest.
“Which devil?” You muttered.
“Hm?”
“Which devil did you pick, that wants me dead to fulfill the contract?” You’d started soft, unsure in your accusation, but your emotions were picking up at the mere idea of it. “That has to be it, right? What other reason could you have to want to lock me up? Did you stage the entire fight yesterday as well, making it look so I got killed as well? Was Satou killed for a fucking set-up?”
Kishibe tilted his head a little, the only proof that he even heard your small speech. 
“That sounds pretty good.” He praised. “I like that reasoning.” 
“So. Which devil.” You confidently squared your back, eager to let him know you were serious about demanding this answer. This was dangerous, you weren’t happy he seemed impressed by your deduction. It didn’t make you feel twenty times more confident. “Let me know why I’m going to die.” 
“Hmm, but that’s where you’re going off-track.” He tapped his forehead. “It’s fine reasoning, sure, but you’re still thinking too rationally. Yes, me killing Saku-” “Satou!” “Satou to set the scene of your death would be good, but why would I need to set a scene for that? Why would I pick you to die? I could get any number of random suckers. Why you?”
Every word was deliberate, a slow pause between each question making the hair in the back of your neck rise up. He sounded bored, most of all, but compared to the things he’d been through, perhaps this was all very boring to him.
“I don’t know the contract. Maybe they specified a devil hunter.”
“Still, that seems unlikely.” He blinked down at you, and you would be lying if the feeling didn’t come across as familiar. The light made him seem massive, a looming animal waiting to strike, lazy only in the way apex predators can be. Every time you’d been pushed into the ground, beaten to unconsciousness, he’d always stood there, unimpressed. Just like today. “Also, you’re immediately giving up. You’re not even going to attempt to kill me to get away. That disappoints me a bit, I thought I trained you to at least be halfway decent.”
Attack him?
You sputtered, suddenly outraged by the fact that the thought hadn’t even occurred to you, the instincts you had only imagining defense and what he’d do to you. “I don’t know! I don’t know, okay!”
The weakness and panic you portrayed acted as the starting shot. He lunged forward and slammed you against the wall with his forearm, your windpipe immediately getting blocked. You tried to raise your arms to push his arm off your throat, but he was unmovable. “Not good enough. What a half-assed attack.”
“Let--- go----of----me--” You choked out.
“You’ll get nowhere like this.” His fingernails dug into your skin, and you felt blood seep out underneath them, trails of blood running down your skin. “Next devil you fight will rip out your eyes and flay you alive. It’s been nothing but luck that you’ve survived so long.”
Any noise you wanted to make was translated into choked-out noises, a trail of spit running down the edge of your lips and onto his leather-gloved hand.
“I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone so masochistic. You never learn, you never quit, you just keep repeating the same movements, worse every time.” The low rumble of his voice either sounded disappointed or disinterested. He took a step closer, and his clothes brushing your bare skin only intensified your panic. Defense wasn’t an option, and you were basically half-naked, more vulnerable than you ever wanted to be with him. He wouldn’t, though. He wouldn’t. “Such dedication could’ve been put to good use, perhaps in a field you’re actually good at, but no. You thrive of being less, don’t you?”
Your eyes rolled up into your skull at the increase of pressure, and you wondered which would happen first: your neck getting broken or your brain running out of oxygen. For a short moment, black pooled the edges of your vision, but before you could give into the abyss, you were thrown down a flight of stairs. The basement had been close to the kitchen entrance, but still, he must’ve thrown you through the basement door. Your body was still exhausted from the trip before, and the futility of fighting Kishibe made you just stay still as you  slowly refound control over your limbs.
Standing at the top of the stairs, he looked down at you, which made him more menacing than ever. Closer, as well, despite the distance. “You’ll stay here for now. Perhaps that’ll make you reflect on the sanctity of life a bit. Something like that.”
“Since when do you care about shit like that?!” You said, not knowing whether your voice sounded closer to laughter or crying. Still not having moved an inch since reaching the concrete floor, your toes tried to stretch out to recover some feeling. You didn’t want to look around, your focus belonging firmly with the man of the hour, but you noticed the entire basement was pretty much empty, a fold-up bed in the corner next to the stairs the sole piece of furniture.
Kishibe turned around and grabbed the door handle, getting ready to leave you here. Ah, so he hadn’t thrown you through the door. It had already been opened. From the back, it didn’t seem like the typical plywood door, the soft brown wood covering a large metal frame and bulky lock. It made the entire setting seem less coincidental, and more pre-meditated.
“I think, If I was covered in your blood,” he said, taking a final look at you. “I’d be a little upset.”
For now, you saw this statement as the final nail in your coffin, a confirmation of what you already believed. Your performance today had disappointed him so badly, he now considered throwing you down here to be a better alternative than letting you work as a devil hunter. You’d get people killed with your mediocrity, fail everyone around you time and time again, and this utter lack of skill would of course reflect on Kishibe. He could deny having ever trained you, or merely accept that some of his students wouldn’t work out in the field, but it’d still be a stain. Your entire existence was a stain.
Later, when days down here turned to surveyed weeks up there, you’d slowly change your mind. Time passed a bit too easily, especially since you’d expected pain and torture at every turn, but he didn’t seem to expect a whole lot from you at the end of the day. He didn’t kill you, but he also wasn’t using you as collateral with a new devil contract. When you, in your boredom, made dinner one day, he’d pat your head and offered a place to sleep upstairs. For some reason, your heart hadn’t stopped pounding for hours.  
Stoic as he was, whenever you did something for him, he seemed surprised by it, happily so if you dared interpret his expressions. The day you’d cleaned his entire house and divided every bottle on the basis of whether he could get the deposit back or not, he’d even squeezed your shoulder and asked you what you were thinking. Why were you doing so much more than he asked of you? The very question couldn’t stop repeating inside your mind, and you felt your breath quicken at the thought of you surpassing his expectations.
And in some way, he’d gone and proven some of your expectations wrong to. The first time he’d attempted to kiss you, he’d been drunk, and you were able to play it off as a mistake. The second, third and fourth time he’d tried had been more successful, each time now ending with you in his bed, panting below him as he fucked you just like how he’d trained you, harsh and dominating. It was difficult seeing yourself as the disappointment he’d hidden away when he sucked hickies in your neck and refused to pull out after cumming deep inside you, his voice whispering the most guttural filth in your ear whenever he felt like you needed it, the stoic performance of the words somehow making you whimper more.
It didn’t feel like he’d thrown you here as garbage that would no doubt end up hurting others. It felt like he’d locked you in his house to keep you to himself, and while that was a highly indulgent thought you only formed late at night with your hands between your legs, it was a wonderful one. Kishibe, who loved you, Kishibe, who was proud of you. Kishibe, who wanted to keep you safe- god.
It was disgraceful and you yearned for it all the same.
For now, whatever he saw while standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at you on the floor as you heaved and felt your sides checking for a broken rib, it seemed to be acceptable to him, as he closed the door behind him without much further ado, the mechanisms locking in place with a loud click. A second before the metal truly shut you out from the rest of the world, you heard him say something under his breath. 
“Just a little though.” 
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dilfartist · 3 months
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Yandere Denji Imagine
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TW; stalking
Imagine: A good friend of yours is off with their parents and needs someone to watch their dogs while they are out and you were available. Your friend drops off their two dogs and you’re left with them.
The first few hours are fine, the dogs are laid back and don’t cause you any trouble except for the amount of times they have to use the bathroom.
...That is until you and the dogs are sitting in the living room enjoying some TV when suddenly one of the dogs, named Chewy, is staring at your patio. His gaze is unmoving and he puts his full attention on the glass doors. You don’t mind it, dogs do that sometimes for no reason or because a rodent has climbed up a nearby tree. Then Chewy starts to growl lowly, an unwelcoming growl that makes you pause the movie.
“What is it, boy?” you ask looking at the patio with him. All you can see is the darkness of the sky enveloping everything outside.
After a while of his nonstop growling, you decide to grab the nearest object that you can use to defend yourself. You amble towards the shut doors and flip the switch beside them. The light turns on revealing two squirrels chewing on some nuts. You sigh in relief. The horror movie must have been really getting to you.
However, while Chewy stopped his barking and resorted back to low growls, Chip the other dog continued to bark up a storm. You turn to him to complain but notice he isn’t looking at the patio but at the window that is behind the couch you had been sitting on.
Your eyes follow his and that's when you finally notice...
In the window is a man watching you, breathing heavily. His gaze focuses intensely on you with no sign of losing the craziness in his eyes.
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chaiiskindagross · 1 year
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The Experimental Company
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content warning: heavy yandere themes, afab reader, female reader, amab reader, male reader, genderneutral reader, gender neutral pronouns, female pronouns, male pronouns, robotfucking, poc-friendly, cybersex, yandere robots, realistic robots, violence, and anything else that comes up will be added as necessary.
This is heavily inspired by The Prison Project by @yandere-sins
progress + masterlist
You’ve invested in a weird start-up company for realistic robots some years ago and have totally forgotten about it. Lost money and a mysterious quiz that you don’t remember taking is going to change your life forever. For better or for worse?
Things really get weird when a giant package shows up in front of your door addressed to you. Who ordered this? Certainly not you? And why was there no return address?
Every CyBi Machine is uniquely made. No two Cybi are alike which makes them especially great for long-time friends, sibling-types, other forms of companionship, and even lovers. Enjoy your new CyBi! Please follow instructions that are included in your particular manual to set your CyBi up properly. No cables or cords are needed to keep your CyBi charged and ready, simply feed them energy in the form of nutrients. With some time you’ll be able to find out what foods they do or do not like. Have fun and good luck! P.S. every CyBi comes with a special awakened ability if applicable, further information is included in your manual.
NO RETURNS.
Hello! My name is [redacted], and I will be your Cybi representative! Please tell me what you’re looking for in an ideal partner and I will do my absolute best to craft the perfect partner for you.
In order to put in a request, here is the form I need you to fill out! Feel free to use this google doc as reference for putting in a request for a CyBi!
What are some things you look for in an ideal partner? (Do you want your CyBi to be a soft yandere, possessive yandere, passive aggressive yandere, or some other kind of yandere?)
Do you want the CyBi to be aware of anything beforehand? (Do YOU as the reader want to include any specific characteristics? Such as, x male reader, female reader, gender neutral reader, x fat reader, x insomniac reader, x anxious reader, x reader /w a disorder, etc. You can include more than one for this so you could say something like— x chubby, male reader or even x genderneutral, afab, apathetic reader. i write for all readers, i am a very diverse individual)
Do you have a person in mind who you want your CyBi to be based on? (List of fandoms I write for will be at the bottom, check for reference!)
What customizable erotic features do you want your CyBi to have? (Just tell me if ya want me to add any specific kinks, examples: size kink, voyeurism, somnaphilia, etc. Ah, and also, these CyBi can have monster features so if you want them to have stuff like wings, scales, sharp teeth, animal ears, tails, etc., please let me know in advance!)
Do you wish to request more than one CyBi? (I do character x reader x character, or reverse harems so if you want something like kiribaku x reader or maybe even YuujiNobaraMegumi x reader i can do that)
Do you have any special requests?
Did you read the terms and conditions? We are not subject to any /malfunctions/ that may occur with your CyBi. (If you don’t answer ALL the questions in this form I will either ignore your request or I will fill in the blanks with my mind, which you may or may not like. If you WANT me to do that then you can also just tell me that while also including what characters you want to be included.
If you’re having trouble with the form, would you like to try our ‘SURPRISE ME’ option? (If you wanna request something but struggle to do so, just tell me a lil’ bit about yourself and what fandoms you like, as well as what genders you’re into— I’ll match you with someone I think would fit with you!)
Please know in advance that if I am unable to fulfill your request you will receive a full refund and the chance to request again. Also! Don’t worry, you can make more than one Cybi request.
Oh…? You are having difficulty choosing from such a wide variety? No need to worry! I am here to assist you after all, darling. Here are some examples of the many different Cybi editions we have… Oh! You like Anime? Ahahahaha! You are in amazing luck, darling!
We’ve recently started making anime waifus and husbandos come to reality. Doesn’t that sound fabulous? Are you interested, darling? I am more than happy to tell you more…
By the way, you can request under anon, I don’t mind! And you can also dm me your requests, whatever method you choose is fine as long as you send me some variation of the form above OR choose the ‘SURPRISE ME’ option.
Fandoms I write for + Who I CAN Write
Everyone is always 20+ when I write for them, I do not feel comfortable writing them younger since I’m a smut blog.
Boku No Hero Academia.
-> All UA students, a couple from the other schools, LoV, UA teachers + Fatgum. (I cannot write for Mic)
Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure
-> Anyone from Parts 1 to 6.
Hunter X Hunter
-> Phantom Troupe, none of the kids.
Jujutsu Kaisen
-> All students. (Except Panda because he’s a lil’ baby) Teachers and nonteachers. Humanoid curses like Mahito, and Sukuna. I can also write for Getou, Choso, and Naoya.
Demon Slayer
-> All Hashira. None of the four main protagonists (tanjiro, nezuko, zenitsu, inosuke). Yes to Genya, and demons such as Akaza, Douma, Muzan, Gyutaro, Daki, etc.
Disastrous Life of Saiki K.
-> Saiki is asexual so no smut for him but I don’t mind writing something with romance for him. I will write for the other students though (including nendo because hehehe)
Chainsaw Man
-> Anyone, including Makima bc let’s face it she’s yandere material.
One Punch Man
-> Anyone! Except Kid Emperor because wtf.
One Piece
-> I can only write for Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Sanji, Usopp, and Robin at the moment.
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alj0saray · 1 year
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aaaaaaa congrats!!! you’re such an amazing writer and happy you have 2k.
could i request yandere Makima smut ith a female reader? gn reader is fine tho but thanks again and congrats!
thank u so much you are so nice 💜💜💜 I hope you will like this, I tried my best!! I don't have that many horny hcs for Makima unfortunately......
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ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: DARK CONTENT, SMUT, 18+ (MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DON’T INTERACT), Broken English, Yandere, AFAB Reader (use of gendered terms such as "girl", body parts), Dom Character, Overstimulation, Orgasm Denial, Sex Toys (strap ons, vibrators), Pet Play?, Public Sex (its not really sex but like showing off), let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ My blog contains dark content, be careful when interacting/following! Please if you like my work don't forget to reblog/interact with me♡ Minors, ageless, blank blogs, and silent readers will get blocked if interact with me. ➳ Pair: Makima x Reader (Chainsaw Man)
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⤠ Rook + Predator/Prey play, Dubcon ⤟ CSM Masterlist ⤠ Natsume + Breeding Kink ⤟
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Makima who uses sex as a more bargaining chirp when you are being good, making sure to overstimulate you until you are crying and trembling, until you try to get away from her gasp. Only then she feels like she has done such a good job and rightfully composite you for what a good girl you have been, kissing your cheek in a soothing matter to help you come down from your high. But when you are bad...
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Not only do you have to deal with the humiliation of having a collar attached to a leash, but also the constant denial of your orgasm by Makima herself who controls the power of the vibrator deep inside your pussy, only smiling gently when you look at her with tears in your eyes, begging to cum at least once. She would take you to her office at work during those times, a clear way to show off who you belong to sometimes that Makima adores doing. She loves reminding everyone, including you, who you belong to. As if it wasn’t clear enough.
Maybe she will let you cum when you are inside her office after a while, your head resting on her lap making sure you scream loud enough for everyone to hear. And Makima would just kiss your temple, telling you how easy it is to be a good girl and get whatever you want. But she does like it when you act bratty and bad since it’s an occasion to remind you of your place, other than having a perfect excuse to have some fun with you.
You know how the mangaka confirmed that she owns a strap-on? Well, even if it is false, in my heart is canon, but unfortunately for you, she is going to use it only when you are so incredibly good or she feels like it. Incredible good as in not even a small mistake is accepted, the same goes for others sex toys of course. It’s Makima who decides if you deserve them and when, most importantly. It wouldn’t surprise me if Makima has some pet play stuff other than a collar: maybe some lingerie, a buttplug with a tail, or dog ears...
I also like to think she owns very big sex toys for the mere reason that they are too big for you and she loves seeing you whimpering and squirming
Makima loves to tease you: pinching and biting your nipples, her fingers around your clit without playing with it, or kissing your thighs. Everything to have you begging for her to do something, anything at this point but she isn’t happy, she needs to know what exactly do you need, what exactly she needs to do for you and maybe, maybe, she will do it. That obviously depends on how good you have been, do you deserve this? Mh? Do you?
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This work belongs to @/alj0saray, do not repost, translate, copy, rewrite or share on tiktok without my permission. Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged♡
↳˗ˏˋTaglistˊˎ˗↴ @bekky06. want to be added to my taglist? Please check here! Feel free to send some feedback about it🤍
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Yandere Squid Game AU - Waiter Reader -
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Similar to my other series this will feature the reader's experience with various Yanderes as a masked waiter in the VIP room. They'll be talking about the guards, the VIP, the Frontman, the Host, and maybe even the players and about what it's like to serve them. This is open to all the fandoms I've done before and so far I plan for it to always start the same.
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jifanjiang0710 · 1 year
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Warning: Manga spoilers!
"Miss Makima?"
"Hm?"
"What am I to you?"
One rule to abide when conversing with Makima is to never look into her eyes. Never trust the fake security they hold, for if you do, then you are nothing more than her mouse. Her helpless, obedient Country Mouse.
She pauses her caresses of your hair, and she says your name ever so softly. "Look at me."
From all those years of being with her, you know to avoid eye contact.
"Why do you doubt me?" She's redirecting. Best to humour it.
"When you obtain the Chainsaw Devil," one of her dogs shift, "and when you have it eat War, Death and Famine..."
"Once I have created the perfect world, I will rule over mortals and devils alike. I will become their God."
Death. War. Famine. Control. Out of the four horsemen, you do not doubt as to who should remain. Yet once her sisters are gone, what will become of you? If her plans are to become the singular omniscient, omnipotent entity of the world, there will be no one to stand as her equal.
"What about Chainsaw?" Just thinking of him made you unhappy. The humans might call it jealousy, but you recognise it as an acknowledgement of unworthiness. What has he done to enrapture her so, when you have been the one to trail after her like a collared dog for countless millennia?
"Ah. He will be directly under my command, my most loyal subordinate."
You are hurt, more than you would like to admit. Makima does not care for her dogs, but you could at least hope she loved you only a fraction of what you feel for her. In the end, it will be her, and Chainsaw Devil, and the world. No place for you.
You take great care to show no outward reaction. She will pick up on the smallest of details, a trait that could potentially greatly complicate your life.
Makima resumes her actions of running her fingers through your hair, coaxing you into her lap. Exhaustion prompts you to close your eyes. In the split second between semi-consciousness and sleep, you remember that she hadn't answered you initial question.
"Dear [Name]," she laughs to who who cannot hear. "Please do not worry, for even a god requires someone to rule by His side."
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Yandere Aki x Female Reader part. 1
P.s. This is a repost since my other post was full of mistakes, etc.
Tw: Breeding, Forced Infantilism, Forced Pregnancy, Forced Relationship, Forced Orgasm, Rape/noncon, possessive and obsessive behaviour, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.
Disclaimer: I condone everything I wrote and everything that is fiction should stay fiction. Nothing within this fanfic should be replicated irl. Especially the noncon and yandere part. Please if you are being abused call 1.800.799.7233(u.s.).
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or go to this website: https://www.thehotline.org/
The day was hot. Birds chirping, and the sun blazing over the neighbourhood's kids that were laughing and playing. As you sat on the new couch, you ran your hand across the leathered couch. Hoping that Denji and Power don't fuck up the new coach like they did the last time. As you lay your body across the couch, you stretch your muscles. In response, the warm fuzzy feeling that ate up your body overtakes your mind. You loved how good it felt to stretch after a harsh mission. 
Your eyes felt like they were burning as the telly lights burn holes into your skull. Your mother always told you to never watch television for no more than forty minutes a day. 'Dam' as you thought to yourself, knowing well what your mother tells you to do is the habits healthiest for an adult. Just like how your mother told you to never trust anyone, especially handsome men. Today was nothing like yesterday...
Yesterday...
Yesterday, the sky cried like the waterfall that stroded down your cheeks, 
the salty fluid ran like it struck gold. Like how he struck gold.
"Aki! No, stop please we can work this out! Please! Please! Please!" You frantically cried, yelling so loud that a stinging sensation plagued your throat. 
Still, he acted as if his ears were sawn off. Aki's hand caressed your thighs. His restricted cock was throbbing, while practically making a tent of its own. With that, you know you were done for.
Everything was painful, the ache in your heart, the sharp handcuff-chains stabbing into your skin, your dried throat from screaming. You just laid there glaring into the eyes of your ex-best friend and now captor, or proclaimed lover. Aki's face was close to yours, in a sense, you felt his breath washing over your face. In response, you mumbled, "If you plan on forcing yourself on me like the whore you are, at least don't smoke to the point you smell like a rotting corpse." 
Surely this did surprise him, causing him to frown. It's not like he expected any better response from you. His eyes looked like they were holding back the tons of tears since he felt guilty for what he wanted. A family, he lost them, so why not create a new one? Not like Aki would care about morality when he lost everything, right? Aki put his hands on either side of your hips and carefully lowered your entire body. This will probably make it appear that you are both alrighty one, even though he has not yet penetrated you. Aki looked at you as his eyes traveled from your teary eyes to the puffiness of your lips. He wanted to kiss you so badly, hold you oh so tenderly.
However, he knew you weren't the soft type of woman. So instead, he kissed your forehead. He tried to be gentle and cherish each tender kiss. After all, this was his first time with you. He wanted to make it special and intimate, and a little less terrifying and horrific for you. The kisses he pressed on your forehead, then your jawline, til he made it to your neck. His nose glides against your soft skin to where your shoulder and neck met.
Then he started nibbling and sucking your sensitive skin. Aki wanted to stain your body with his markings that said you were his. He pulled back and eyed the dark mark he had made before moving on to a new spot to suckle. With one hand still holding him up, he moved his other hand to your chest and placed one hand on your breast. You barely moved, just letting out a few whimpers. He was careful as he stroked you, repeatedly pinching and twisting your already hardened nipples from time to time. 
Once Aki was done with littering you with his unwanted affection, he raised himself, still shifting the weight that had strained your legs. Aki lightly caresses your thighs, receiving a reward of a sub-conscious gasp from you. Aki's left hand made its way up to your thigh, casually caressing your womanhood. Which caused you to choke on your breath, holding back a moan that would only further push Aki into a spiral of lust and obsession. As Aki cupped your womanhood, he noticed you got a little wet. With this, Aki's thumb began to caress and massage your clitoris in a circular motion.
Then Aki stuck three fingers into you with no warning, causing your body to jolt. Tears ran down like Bolt on a race track. The tears rained like the sky that day. Aki's fingers began to part, searching for a spongy region to torment while Aki replaced his thumb with his mouth. In a counter move, you jolt upwards. He covered his fingers with your slickness, pushing them into your gummy tube, and sunk them into your heated cunt.
Reaching much deeper, he curls his digits within you with a few strokes, and as you tensed tightly around his spindly knuckles, Aki finds what he was looking for: a clitoris that is so hot that it is almost too sensitive to handle. His lips go to your clitoris again, sucking and playing with it with the tip of his tongue. But still, it is nowhere near sufficient. He desires to see you break apart in the end, he wants you to cease from shoving him away.
And then He realizes, it's not a craving, it's a necessity to breed. The long process of making sure that you need him and not anyone else has had a negative effect, and the time spent putting you first has made him selfish and he doesn't care at all anymore. He needs you, all of you, any less and he may just lose his mind.
Aki's mind lacked all rationality at this point, he's lost in the way your body shudders, and how you gasp for air because of his touch, moaning into your clit as he frantically ruts onto the bed. You respond so well that it only confuses him further as to why he didn't let him take care of you sooner. He pretended to hear his name from your swole lips, airy gasps, and begging for more.
You slowly feel your core warm up as your cunt began to feel warm and fuzzy. These fingers know how to make you shudder with pleasure and will not relent as you suddenly emanate cum around them. He feels your swollen clitoris against his tongue time and time again. He eventually stops when you begin to convulse and let out a grunt. Perspiration clings to you, your chest is heaving, and your heart beats a million miles a minute, hammering against your rib cage. You zoned out as if you had fallen again from the heights, as your eyes saw stars.
The closer you got to reality, the more you understood what had happened. Handling on to the silk bed sheets as your back arched, cunt ached and convicted to Aki's torment. Your eyes began to dry as You couldn't cry anymore, you were thirsty. Your throat felt like sandpaper on genitals. It stung. When Aki believe you were ready enough for him, he retracted his fingers and suckling mouth frorm your womanhood, creating a small thread of saliva connecting his tongue to your pussy for a moment as he pulled away, breaking as he moved his arms out from under you and pushed up. Which left you feeling empty, and hopeful that he'll stop. It took him a moment to get into position, making sure his cock was resting on your pelvis, wondering how it would fit you before tucking it in.
Then Aki took out a pill from the nightstand, an aphrodisiac. Aki opened your mouth as if you were too tired from fighting and being subjected to his 'gift.' Then Aki placed the pill on the back of your tongue, you couldn't taste it since your mouth was dried up. Then he poured water careful manner into your mouth. And in response, you desperately gulped the water down. 
"Careful sweetie, I know you are desperate for water, but please slow down.", Aki warned, showing loving concern in his eyes, like he wasn't about to try and fuck a baby into you against your own will. 
Then Aki left your limp body over his, having his free cock press on your womanhood as you sluggishly lay down on him. 
Right when the drug began to take effect, fluids from your puffy cunt began to slip and leaked onto Aki's cock. In response, Aki began to slowly drag his cockhead-tip across your clitoris. Down your urethra, then gateway to his heaven. With one last deep breath, Aki thrust himself inside you, forgetting to be gentle for a moment and thrust his entire cock inside you.
He almost fell into the spiral of ecstasy of finally being connected to you. To last longer and keep himself from losing himself, he had to hold you and gasp as his hands held the sheets next to your head. He stood like that for a moment and stared into your tired and tired eyes. You were too tired to fight, and he was too aroused to stop. When he tries to pull his cock out, your cunt sucked it back in like it was meant to be there.
It is sloppy and perfect. The quick back and forth of his hips is so deep that his pelvic bone rubs against your clit with each buck. Your gasps intensify as he does his doing, the mixture of pain and the warmth expanding throughout your body. His covering over you is so large that Aki keeps his hands on the sides of your head, propping himself up on top of you. The guilt was still there.
No matter how selfish Aki's desire consumed him, seeing you cry and knowing his honeypot was in a hell he created, because of his desires, tore him apart. He was moving faster now, sinking to the bottom of your hips before pulling back and repeating the process. Your breasts bounced with each blow his jackhammer-like hips. He was crying now too. He cries with guilt for hurting and tormenting his love, although he won't stop due to the pleasure.
Aki's salty tears fell from his eyes and down your face, making you wonder why he did this to you and if this hurts him too. Stupid whore-ish Aki. The loudest thing you could hear and focus on was the sound of his hips slapping against yours. It got louder and louder, and it reminded you that you could never break away from your current situation. The way the coil in your stomach keeps squeezing was tormenting you even further.
When you try to push off the arm that is wrapped around your body. You are as overwhelmed as he is. It seems like Aki would never stop. Slickness drips down your thighs and the sound of flesh on flesh echoes around the room, accompanied by his moans and your airy grunts. Here your body shudders, your legs can no longer stand on their own, and your voice breaks through the sound. 
"Aki... P-please... just stop...".
It doesn't make a difference what you are asking for, he tries to comfort you anyway. Aki completely ignored your pleas.
"Fuck - fuck, sweetie, please cum for me,” Aki whined, his hips bucking harder and faster against yours. It made you sob as you felt him keep slamming onto your cervix, knowing Aki was getting what he wanted. With nowhere else to put your hands, you tugged at the sheets on either side, feeling your nails digging into your palms as you tried to ignore the burning sensation of his bare skin against yours.
Aki began fucked you gently, this time with slower movements, savoring each stroke. The gasps escaping from his lips filled your ears, harmonizing with the sounds coming from you. His hand moved to the back of your neck, making sure your head remained pressed into the hollow between his neck and shoulder. You imitated him, sliding one hand up to his neck and pulling his hair further.
There was a slight pause in his rhythmic thrusts, and he took a moment to catch his breath and prepare to thrust even faster. With his next stroke, you bounced under him, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix harder than before and you screamed. He rocked the bed, propping himself up with his arms under you, assaulting the very intimates that belonged to you.
The pleasure began to outweigh any other sensation, and you felt the warmth in your body growing rapidly and swallowing you whole. Tears streamed down your cheeks, your whole body was fucked so hard and exhausted that you forgot everything. Aki had fucked you stupidly and turned you into nothing but a pile of slop. And you felt it.
You felt Aki fuck you at just the right angle, in just the right spot, and you tumbled off the cliff, falling into a spiral of temptation, creaming all over his cock that never slowed down. You roll onto your back, holding onto him for dear life.
"Oh, Fuck-You're doing so well sweetheart. Thank you so much for being so good to me." Aki gasped, speeding up for his release. Immediately after your orgasm settled, your tears swelled tenfold. You felt bad just from the pleasure you felt from Aki. At that moment, all Aki could do was block out your cries and concentrate on the way your tight cunt was pressing down on him, begging for his seed.
Your fingers dug into his back, pulling him back, and he cried into Aki's shoulder, trying desperately to hold on. It hurt, it felt like he was cutting you open. All you wanted was for him to stop, but at this point as much as he was determined to finish. His quiet panting turned into a full-fledged moan in your ear, and he began to slam his hips against your body as hard as he could. You clamped down on his length, muscles contracting and releasing in a way that undeniably culminated in the end.
Aki was right there behind you, and Aki's thrusting became erratic, barely leaving halfway out before sinking back in again.
He spilled his semen, painting your walls white. Then he flipped you over him, having you drift away asleep on his chest. Aki didn't dare to say anything as a wave of guilt came crashing over him. He was left only there wondering how would you react when it's time for him to clean you up. He sighed while stroking your head as you slept like any of this didn't happen. 
"I hate you, Aki." 
"I love you too, (y/n)."
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trippie-ghost · 4 months
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About Me
Welcome to my new blog, thank you for clicking and giving a look?
Y'all can call me Trips and I'm 20 years old.
I'm going to write YANDERE original characters but I can write for some animes that I like and I'm currently watching/into:
Chainsaw Man, Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen, Attack On Titan, Black Butler, and more. Don't be afraid to ask if I've seen an anime and could write for it!
My ask will always be open and I'm happy for request but please understand I may be slow to get on my feet at first. I'll be working on something but I also have college most days of the week.
Please note this will be an 18+ blog even if not sexual in nature, so you've been warned.
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satubby · 10 months
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Powa! And Makime Chibi
I've been practicing these weeks I think(?) and well... I think I've improved a bit, it also depends on my mood or whatever. Well I leave you this shitty art, because I can't get enough of our Waifus as husbandos: Powa and Makime (I'm bad with chibis, sorry)
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Powa!! The demon of blood (I will make Headconons with him derived from my fanfic A Peach between Apples)
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And a Makime, all pretty, all manipulative!!
😫😫💓💓
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kissesforsatoru · 1 year
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masterlists.
fandoms :
jjk
bsd
tokrev
blue lock
spider-verse
genshin (discontinued)
other :
events
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iatecoldmilk · 6 months
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Hello! Welcome to my blog <3
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I mostly use this blog for my yandere writings or ideas.
If you don’t like these types of topics I suggest just blocking me and move on with your day.
Disclaimer:I don’t condone these types of people/relationships irl most of my stories revolving around this theme are mostly for horror/thriller intent on my end of things. 
master list: {as of 09/09/23}
Wow nothing!
Rules for requests:
Please be descriptive when requesting. If you're request is something like 'Can you write _____ content' it will be declined.
Examples of how to do requests: 'Can you write headcanons of _______ with a fem! reader who owns a flower shop'.
Gender neutral, Male and Female Reader's are welcomed!
Please don't request anything involving nsfw, animals, children.
I will not involve real life illnesses like cancer, if its something made up like Hanahaki for example I'll allow it.
I have the right to deny a requests, Nothing out of spite or hatred but some subjects are uncomfortable for me.
Fandoms I write for: (will update):
Danganronpa
Minecraft story mode
Spooky Month
Lego monkie kid
Eddsworld
Gravity Falls
Spiderverse (Both Films)
Kiznaiver
Your Turn to die
Twisted wonderland
Be more chill
Chainsaw Man
Scott pilgrim vs the world (Novels, Animated series, video game and live action movie)
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catandrabbitt · 1 year
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Introduction/Fandoms
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last updated [01.23.23]
welcome to my blog!! im still new to all of this so just bear with me LOL
requests are always welcome! i love hearing from you guys so my inbox will always remain open <3 i’ll try my best to answer & respond
please keep in mind that the majority of fics i write will be yandere. i am not trying to romanticize or condone this behavior by any means, and it should not be seen as such.
please read this before sending asks/DMs!
rules for requesting
when I write, I try my best to leave Y/N, or the reader, as blank as possible. i will not write the reader/Y/N with a set description, appearance, etc
when requesting, it’s easier for me if you give a summary or idea for the fic:)
please don’t shame other writers. (ex. “I usually don’t like fics with ___, but yours is different!”)
i will not write for
explicit suicide, self harm, ddlg, human waste, vore, character x character, animal harm, pregnancy
i will write for
yandere, non-yandere, noncon/dubcon, horror/gore, character death, abo dynamics, AUs, poly, some kinks are fine just ask if unsure
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who/what i write for
italics -> favs
Alice In Borderland
chishiya shuntaro, niragi suguru, ryohei arisu, kuina hikari, mira kano, ann rizuna, usagi yuzuha, kyuma ginji
Jujutsu Kaisen
itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, kugisaki nobara, gojo satoru, geto suguru, ryomen sukuna, nanami kento, okkotsu yuta, zenin maki, fushiguro toji, kamo noritoshi
Hunter X Hunter
hisoka morow, illumi zoldyck, leorio paradinight, kurapika kurta, chrollo lucilfer, phantom troupe, gon freecss and killua zoldyck (platonic)
Chainsaw Man
aki hayakawa, hirofumi yoshida, denji, power, kishibe, angel
Arcane
vi, jinx, viktor, silco, ekko
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janisbuggybones · 9 months
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Why hello~
(Blog info/pinned post info)
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>Just refer to me as Ike. I'm Trans-masc so he/him for me please. I'm 23 and September 29th is my b-day.
>>I write for my oc, but I'm not against writing for characters if you send in a request. I mostly reblog stuff but whatever I write will get linked here.
>>DNI list
Basic stuff, homophobes, transphobes, pedos, terfs, etc.
>I'm into currently: (I'm into way more stuff than this)
Resident evil (all the movies and mainline games)<
Spiderverse (both movies)<
Bungou stray dogs<
Chainsaw man <
Genshin Impact<
Cookie run: kingdom<
Scott pilgrim (anime and movie)<
Hazbin hotel (big hyperfixation rn)
>Stuff I'll write for:
>Smut:
>Noncon, dubcon, breeding, toys, aphrodisiacs, feminization, humiliation, light pet play, light bondage, gorey stuff, really anything not terrible
>Normal stuff:
>Any genre (angst, fluff, smut), any gender (gn, male, and female), trans readers and characters, really anything tbh
>already written
<An introduction to Janis>
<3 <Getting Acquainted with Janis>
<Spidey!Janis>
< little blurb with Janis, Eikko, and Geo>
< I love you
>>the story I want to tell>>
<rent-a-yandere>
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permanentzzzz · 5 months
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I'm depraved
I'm already now into chainsaw man should I go the extra mile and get into star rail next
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alj0saray · 1 year
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Congrats on 2k! could i request yandere Aki with female reader smut? gn reader is fine too!
Slowly and slowly I'm getting back to writing and actually starting to miss it </3 thank you so much for this request!!! I'm so happy to write about csm and Aki I love him so much <3<3<3<3
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ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: DARK CONTENT, Yandere, SMUT, 18+ (MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DON’T INTERACT), Toxic Relationship, Broken English, AFAB Reader (different uses of pronouns and body parts), Breeding Kink, Pregnancy, House Wife?, Dom Character, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ My blog contains dark content, be careful when interacting/following! Please if you like my work don't forget to reblog/interact with me♡ Minors, ageless, blank blogs, and silent readers will get blocked if interact with me. ➳ Pair: Aki Hayakawa x Reader
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⤠ Yandere Mika + Breeding Kink ⤟ CSM Masterlist ⤠ Yandere God Scaramouche ⤟
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Yandere Aki is nothing but a possessive, paranoid man. Everything you do might hurt you, nowhere else is safe unless he is there, no one can protect you like he does, and what if someone tries to hurt you? You shouldn't trust people so quickly, you don’t need to trust anyone who isn’t him, Aki is certain he can keep you entrained and loved enough that you don’t need anyone else in your life.
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He doesn’t like your friends (unsurprisingly), but he’s a lot lenient with your family: Aki doesn’t like it when you are with them without him but doesn’t mind being around your parents or siblings, if you have some. In fact, he’s the only time where you can see him happy and more relaxed, usually, Aki always has an arm around you all the time and watches you like a hawk, but with your family it’s different. He’s calm, almost happy, and lets you go if you need to help but will come to check on you after a bit. He won't let you go so easily.
Aki is so careful with everything and it’s the same about sex; if he is being rougher and mean it’s either because he had a very shitty day at work (and you don’t want to know what that means) or you have been misbehaving too much for his liking. Usually, Aki doesn’t really like to punish you, instead, he will simply ignore you until you are begging and crying for his attention but sometimes he just wishes you would shut up, and he has an idea how. Having you choking on his dick, tears falling from your pretty eyes as you look at him is a sight Aki wishes could see every day, but alas.
Way into the whole housewife thing: you are inside his house all the time, looking pretty and well dressed, everything you want is given to you without a second thought, always waiting for him and running to welcome him home. Aki loves this idea of “normality” he has forced into you, how he is just a tired man coming home from work to fuck silly his wife in the hope of getting her pregnant one day. Because yes, he does want that absolutely; a child to force you even more with him, that is proof that you are his and only his, a baby would also mean stability and love, something that Aki deeply needs and wish for. Also as a thing for fucking you into a kitchen counter while you were cooking for him, it’s the sweet and mundane action that makes him insane and just wants to bend you down the counter to give back the affection and love <3
Aki, even as a yandere, is such a sweet soft dom it’s unfair: he’s holding you so close while calling you his sweet girl, one hand on your stomach while the other is playing with your clit, a smile on his face as he watches your fuck out expression. Your pleasure comes before his, making sure that you cum a lot to the point that your legs feel sore and too tired to move, which is another move of his so that you won’t ever leave him since you are too tired and pleasured to run away. Likes to tease you and leave you needy for him, getting the (fake) impression that you are the one who initiates stuff and that your relationship is as healthy and normal as everyone else’s.
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This work belongs to @/alj0saray, do not repost, translate, copy, rewrite or share on tiktok without my permission. Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged♡
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xlovely-daydreamsx · 2 years
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just so everyone knows... im open for nsfw asks as well as non-nsfw :)
and i write for more than just mha! if u wanna know if i write for something, shoot me an ask and ill answer asap !
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