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mother-na · 5 months

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Yandere Policeman!Gojo X Reader X Yandere Policeman!Geto!

A one-shot set in a world where Jujutsu Sorcerers are replaced with a police unit and Curses are just a nuisance. With Gojo and Geto as policeman, you're bound to be caught somehow, since you're a mischievous curse! [Fem Reader]

Warnings!: Dubious Consent, Oral (both F and M receiving and giving), pet names (sweetheart, little curse), virgin reader, spit roasting, praise kink, lmk if I’m missing anything!

MDNI

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You've been having so much fun! Being a human is a boring experience. You have to work to eat and then you just sleep, but not when you're a curse!

As a curse, you just run around, stealing whatever food you want and sleeping where ever you please. What does it matter? Nobody can see you anyway!

Or so you thought. Lately you've been staying in a mall. During the day you eat all the food in there, pet the animals in the pet shops, and ride the kiddy trains with the kids! And then you get to sleep in the mattress store with the poor night shift worker!

You know you haven't been well behaved, but to think that somebody would call the police!

You planned to stay and exploit the mall and leave at the first sign of danger, but you'd accidentally met them and changed your mind…

It was late at night and most people had already left. You'd figured you'd grab a muffin, one of your favorite treats, but sneaking through the staff hall, you'd noticed a handsome man staring at you.

His ridiculously blue eyes caught you off guard for a few reasons. For one, who has eyes that blue? And for two, why were they looking at you?

It took you a moment, but you soon realized that this man was of the policemen sent to subdue you.

You didn't run though. You thought maybe you could trick him into not killing you. Though most policemen just drive away curses instead of killing them.

But you've just about the seductive skill of puppy because rather than doing something flirtatious like flipping up your skirt you… jumped.

Yes jumped, like a dog getting ready to play, your legs firm on the ground and your back bent forward. Which, to be fair, as a curse you've never been able to understand sexual behaviors. You're just a mischievous curse, nothing more and nothing less.

Though, to your surprise, the man didn't have a negative reaction or one of even surprise. Instead, he gave half a chuckle, before mirroring you movements.

He jumped and leaned over just like you were, spreading his legs just like yours.

You couldn't help yourself after that! He's was basically inviting you to play!

You gave another little jump, and he jumped to, an amused smile in his face.

“You're so playful, for a curse,” The man spoke, his hands on his knees, “very human as well.”

You didn't quite understand what he meant, you couldn't look in mirrors or take photos of yourself so you've no idea you look human.

Still, you couldn't help but giggle. He should just shut up and play with you!

You turned your back on him, looking over your shoulder and swaying a little, inviting him to chase you.

“You wanna play? You sure?” the man chuckled, a boyish grin on his face, “Silly Curse, you don’t really think you have a chance, do you?”

You'd thought it'd be fun! And you were very very wrong for a bit there.

The man turned out to be significantly faster then you. You only got away because you morphed through the floor!

It was so scary! One moment it was all fun and games and the next his footsteps are right behind you! You could hear him panting and breathing, his large slender hand hovering just behind your neck.

Terrifying!

You'd thought he was the only one there that night, but you were wrong about that to!

As you caught your non-existent breath and drank some apple juice from one of the kitchens, you were caught by yet another one!

It was only thirty or so minutes later, just how fast were these guys moving?

“I guess Satoru was telling the truth.” a smooth voice spoke from behind you, almost making you drop your juice in surprise.

You huff, why are these people doing this? What jerks.

Taking another drink of your juice, you stick your tongue out.

“Aren’t you childish? Come here.” The man with black hair spoke, soothingly almost, stretching out his arms like he was inviting you.

You knew exactly what this was! He thinks that just because your a little childish that he can just beckon you and you'd listen! Stupid!

With a cocky attitude, you took steps back.

Right into the other’s arms.

Hooking his surprisingly thick arms underneath your armpits, trapping you against his chest. Was the blue eyed one from before!

“Geez Suguru, you almost scared her off! Scary~!” the man holding you teased.

The other man, Suguru, approached, ready to exorcise you, “Lets just hurry this up.”

You held your breath, preparing for your seemingly inevitable end.

But it never happened.

With sudden force, the man holding you lifted you with his arms under your pits, effectively swinging you to his side so his partner couldn't kill you.

“Or~ we can do something else!” the white-haired man proposed.

Suguru’s face changed to one of disgust, almost comically, “Whatever you about to suggest, please think it through…” the man basically pleaded. Poor guy must deal with his partner's nonsense often.

“I propose that we let this curse run around for just a little~ while longer. You know how the higher-ups are, they know we're the best so they plan to have us running errands till we drop, not that we’re at any risk of dying to curses like these~,” the man nuzzled his face playfully against yours, or perhaps it was meant to be condescending?

“So you just want to shirk your responsibilities then?” Suguru surmised.

“Right on the money~! Come on, you can't tell me it doesn't sound tempting.” the man squished his warm cheek against yours and gave the other man his best attempt at puppy eyes.

“C’mon, you smile too. It's your life on the line.” the white haired man spoke, to which you have an awkward smile.

Suguru looked at you two with a tired expression, pinching the bridge of his nose with light fingers.

“Fine.”

And with that, the three of you had an agreement!

It’s been couple weeks since and you’ve completely forgotten your plan to leave.

How could you not, the two policemen spoiled you! Suguru, or Geto, would give you all the attention you wanted, albeit passively.

You could lay in his warm lap and pet your head gently.

He didn’t warm up to you at first, but the more he witnessed your simple behaviors, he too could not help finding your antics amusing.

The other one, whom you discovered was Satoru Gojo, was more of a gift giver than a cuddler, strangely enough.

Sure, he was touchy, but only to tease you. Otherwise, he’d often give you snacks and treats to keep you out of causing more trouble. The more trouble, the more you convinced their superiors that you were more than they could handle.

In the day you got to lay at their feet and be fed and given attention and during the night they’d let you curl up with them in the break room.

You’d honestly thought you had something special…

“Yeah yeah… I know…. No we don’t need backup… yup, yeah. Goodbye.” You heard Gojo mumble into a phone as you eavesdropped on the other side of the door.

“They want us out of here by tonight.” Gojo relayed simply, tossing the phone to Geto who was deep in thought.

“Figures. We have been here a long time.”

“Guess so… ugh, we’ve no choice then. We’ll take care of [Reader] tonight.”

And that was all the go to you needed. You scrambled right out of there!

It’s not like you needed to eat, so you just skipped your usual lunch with the two of them.

You wanted to collect what few belongings you had but… you just couldn’t find them! Your blanket and pillow were both gone! You’ve had them since you appeared in this world.

They were nowhere to be seen! The sun was setting and the store closing… and you still couldn’t find your stuff. In the end, you had to leave it.

“[Reader]~! Where the hell’d you go…?” You could hear Gojo call for you.

Whatever, you thought, they’re planning on killing you so why should you care if they were upset about it or not, you should be upset not them!

Sneaking out to the parking lot, you sulked a bit. There were no cars in the parking lot except the one police car belonging to the duo inside tucked around the corner.

Maybe you could go pop their tires or tear up their seats! It’s not a bad idea.

Hurrying around the corner to get your measly revenge you spotted their spacious black car. It wasn’t one designed to take the arrested since they were in a curse unit so it was quite big. Kinda like a van.

Peering in the front seats it was clear who the designated driver was. The drivers seat was spotless but the passenger had some fast food wrappers at the feet of it.

The image of Gojo absolutely downing several cheese burgers in the passenger seat as Geto watches in annoyance painted a rather hilarious scenario.

Still, you’d come to tear up their car! Looking at it, it’s a fairly new and pristine black car. Though they’ll be needing a better car when you’re done!

Fazing your hand through the front door, you unlocked the door with ease and crawled in. With a sudden burst of energy, you wasted no time in dragging your mildly clawed nails across the front seat. It wasn’t as deep as you’d like, but it’d do.

As you lifted your head to see your work, you incidentally could see something in the back.

In the back of the car on the floor in a neat little pile was your blanket and pillow.

Confused, you allowed yourself to lean over the center console where the cupholders were.

Before you could even think about what it meant, a firm hand pushed your bottom, making you land face first into the back seat.

Suddenly, Gojo was straddling the center console that you were just on and holding you down on the back seat.

Geto stuck his head in through the drivers side door, seeing the damage, and sighed, “Seriously?”

Geto shut the front car door and opened the back where you and half of Gojo were, leaning and placing a knee on the leather seat to steady himself.

“What’s the matter? Running and ripping up seats, why are you so upset?” Geto spoke kindly, though you could tell he was still angry he tried his best to hide it so as to understand better.

“I heard you two talking, you were gonna go against your promise and kill me!” You growled, feeling betrayed and hurt that they’d feign ignorance.

Geto’s furrowed his eyes brows and looked up at Gojo with an angry and disappointed expression.

“Why are you looking at me like that, I’m not the one spying on people.” Gojo weakly defended himself, pressing himself against your back, trapping you underneath him entirely dramatically, pinning the blame on you.

Geto turned to you and crouched down to meet your squished face, “Don’t be ridiculous. We were never going to kill you.” He spoke in his motherly voice, soothing and honest, lifting a hand to run his large hand through your hair.

“Then… what were you going to do?” You asked, confused.

Geto simply smiled and you could feel Gojo’s firm chest rumble as he chuckled.

“This, sweetheart.” Gojo stated simply before using one of his hands to crane your neck upward before consuming your mouth in his.

It was an overbearing kiss. His body weight smooshing you and his hand gripping your chin and neck, keeping you in place.

You smell, feel, and hear him acutely.

The way his scent blanketed you and his warmth ate away at your form and the small little sadistic laughs he released when you whimpered. His fingers digging gently into your skin.

He’d not-so-carefully bite at your ghostly lips, pulling them away before returning once again to thrust his tongue down your throat or, conversely, pull your own tongue down his own throat.

So focused on consuming your lips that he’s left to pant above you, his cruel laugh turning into drunken whispers as his chest heaved against you.

“Perhaps our little curses’ cursed technique is seduction. I’ve never seen you so distracted before, Satoru.” Geto mused to himself.

Gojo unlatched himself from the sloppy kiss, panting, “Ha… I wouldn’t be surprised.” He agreed.

“I was joking Satoru.” Geto mumbled out.

“Doesn’t sound like a mere joke when you’re faced with these lips, Su-gu-ru~. Taste for yourself.”

Gojo raised his body just enough to push your upper half toward Geto and allow himself to squeeze behind you, opening the car door on the other side so he could still press against you.

Geto looked thoughtless for a moment and you almost believed he was going to deny you a kiss, but he leaned in any way.

It was a gentler start then with Gojo. Geto’s kiss was gentle and rather than pushing past your lips like Gojo had, he merely licked at them for a bit.

It was only when you shyly allowed your lips to part, curious about this new experience, did Geto lunge his tongue without warning.

Geto’s hand that held your in place were more gentle then Gojo’s. His large hands holding your cheeks tenderly.

Yet despite his gentle hand, his kiss only got harsher. As though he were trying to consume your soul from the outside, Geto stole your breath as he kissed with more determination than Gojo had.

Of course, Gojo was not still either.

As Geto kissed you with harsh love, Gojo was poking around your skirt and underwear. Your skirt was a bit shabby, old as it was, but that doesn’t really matter given that Gojo was going to pull it down regardless.

Slipping your skirt and, by extension, your underwear off you shivered as the cold air hit your now exposed pussy, a new sensation.

You wanted to ask what was happening, but honestly your stomach was fluttering with Geto and Gojo touching you like this. It made the presumed betrayal seem like a silly notion.

Gojo gripped your love hands and hips, his large hands able to wrap around both, before forcing you onto your knees.

You were about to ask why but between Geto refusing to free your mouth and Gojo’s fingers now rubbing experimental circles around your virgin clit.

Gojo’s fingers were testing their limits, feeling what ministrations made you twitch most, your hole clench in desperation. While at the start it was only half good, he quickly figure out your favorite patterns. Though, even if he hadn’t, the idea that it was his fingers touching you was enough to get you off.

You arched your back, asking for more nervously, before you felt Gojo groping your thighs, no longer touching your stimulated pussy.

But your pussy’s loneliness didn’t last long as soon after you felt Gojo’s hands’ gripping your thighs, firmly, sternly even, keeping you in place as you felt his breath on your pussy.

With an open panting mouth, like a starving man, Gojo used his tongue to swipe one very long, very slow, and very intrusive, slobbering lick across the entirety of your exposed genitalia.

Every time he drunkenly laughed at your twitching pussy with the flat of his tongue pressed firmly against your pussy you could feel the resulting hot breath reminding you just how close he was.

With just one drooling lick, Gojo had managed to use his tongue to invade every last cell of your cunt and effectively make you dumb in the head.

Your hips couldn’t help themselves, wanting to follow that long tantalizing and cruel stroke, but Gojo kept you firmly in place, his hands holding a bruising grip, refusing to give you even an extra inch of his tongue. You could only be mercilessly teased by him.

It was so mind numbing that you had to interrupt Geto’s kiss by allowing your tongue to loll out when you gasped in utter pleasure.

You babbled, wanting to ask what he was doing, wanting to know what this pleasure was, but Geto stared deep into your eyes, a gentle smile gracing your lips.

“Haha… hah,” Gojo pulled away from your dripping cunt, mindlessly laughing to himself like a madman out of breath, “Suguru~, don’t tell me- hah- you’re just gonna sit there and- ha- waste that hot mouth of hers.” He panted.

Geto hummed, “Oh I’ve no plan to waste any part of our little curse. I just want to make sure we’re running at the same pace.”

Geto seemed relatively calm, but you could hear Gojo hurriedly rush to his feet, the sound of a buckle moving, “Oh trust me, I’m all ready to go.”

Geto reached out his hand and grabbed your lolling tongue between thumb and the knuckle of his pointer finger, massaging it there, “I’d say she is too.”

You’d believed Geto to be the only calm one, but as he stood up you realized that what’s in his pants is anything but calm.

From both in front of you and behind you, you could hear the sounds of belts being removed and pants being pulled down. It was a good thing the sun was just about set because what was about to happen shouldn’t be seen by anyone’s eyes.

Geto’s cock, already hard, was already wet at the tip, pre cum pearling as a sign he’d been worked up for a while now. His patience was certainly not something to gawk at.

Geto once again raised his knee to lean into the car, right next to your head so your face was against his warm thigh and, obviously, his cock right near your mouth.

“It’s simple, you just open your mouth and suck, is that easy enough for you?” Geto cooed at you, kindness in his eyes as he pet your head.

You could only nod your head. Ah~ even in such a forceful situation, Geto was so very kind.

Geto allowed you to explore his cock first, to get a handle on it.

Only just as you were lapping up his precum eagerly did Gojo decide he’d waited long enough.

His impatience got the better of him for a moment, his cock slapping against your slick before sliding the tip into your sopping cunt.

Of course, a virgin as you were, you yelped a bit at the foreign burning.

The sound of your pain seemed to force Gojo back to his senses a bit, his motion coming to a halt.

“Oh! My bad sweetheart~, I was too excited, wasn’t I?” Gojo apologized, sincerely for once, gently rubbing your legs and back soothingly.

“It’ll be okay, just take deep breaths and take me in one~ inch at a time, yeah?” Gojo leaned down to whisper to you.

“If it gets to much, just let me know, I’ll give him a good punch for it.” Geto joked.

“Oh come on, I’m not that bad~.”

True to his word, Gojo took it very slow, and Geto didn’t ask you to keep pleasing him while you focused, instead praising you generously for your efforts.

“You’re such a good girl, taking it in so well. You’re so sweet.” Geto held your face against his thigh, stroking your head, occasionally gripping the hair gently.

“Hn- I’ll say. You’re more than sweet, you tasted divine.” Gojo, currently pressed down against you again, groaned in your ear, his hot breath and aroused voice reaching thickly against you, tracing a line steadily from your chin, down your neck, between your breasts, against your tender belly, and finally to your clit, offering a little stimulation.

Gojo’s cock, angled as he’d gone in, dragged steadily across your sensitive virgin walls.

Finally, as his final inch popped into you, did Gojo’s heavy cock kiss your cervix.

You, finally at ease, went back to pleasing Geto. In order to steady yourself, squished so fiercely, you held onto Gojo’s wrists as he held himself up, or barely up any way.

With Gojo now moving at a steady pace, his body sweaty above you, you couldn’t keep focusing on Geto and decided to instead take his cock into your mouth.

His taste was foreign but not at all unpleasant. And his precum was somewhat creamy and sweet!

Of course, the most distracting thing was Gojo’s merciless cock. There was now only a faint sensation of burning as your stomach and pussy exploded with pleasure like firework going off in your belly.

His pace was fast and sloppy but is strokes were lengthy. His fit body allowed him to pull out all the way to the very tip before delving straight back in, his thick head quickly meeting to gently smooch your cervix.

His length throbbed and every time his pelvis met yours there was a good chance you could feel his heart beat through his phallus. Though, you could hear his hammering heart anyhow as he pressed so firmly against you as though wished to become one with you. His wrists too, as you held them, had a quickened pace. You could feel his bulging veins against your palms.

From sadistic laughter, to drunken giggling, to now heavy pants as his face scrunched in focus. His eyes closed firmly and his mouth hanging open as he released deep quiet moans and stifled whispers of desperation into your ear.

Geto was no better. To please him, you completely negated your gag reflux against your bodies wishes and, in your need to please your sweet Geto, recklessly took several more inches of him down your throat than you probably should have.

His heart beat as could be felt. So thick in your throat that it felt as though he wished you could consume him, heartbeat and all.

Geto leaned against the cars door, his body occasionally quaking as he groaned deeply and released gasps intermittently. He had sweat glistening on his face, the hand he’d placed on your face was damp as well.

Eventually, Geto couldn’t help himself and subtly rocked himself into you, his hips stuttering and losing rhythm.

Gojo too was beginning to lose pace.

And you?

You were a mess.

You were coated in their essence, your own essence was coating Gojo’s cock. And your thighs. And probably Gojo’s thighs.

You moaned with abandon, your body thoroughly stuffed in both ends as the only people you’ve known in your life rocked their body inside you.

Their rhythm became a mess.

Geto was gripping the door of the car so hard you swear he was denting it, his cock throbbing in your throat, threatening to burst. His hand was so clearly fighting the urge to grasp at yours and Gojo’s hair as Gojo has hovered so close to you that Geto was now tasked with providing a loving hand to both you and Gojo.

As for Gojo himself, he’d begun cursing, entirely out of breath, and his pace was sloppy. With clear desperation he was humping you like an animal.

Make no mistake, he was pounding you.

You’d kind of thought Gojo was the more experienced with this kind of thing, but he was so clingy and desperate that you’ve no idea where he’d gotten his previous attitude from.

He whimpered and stifled mewls but you heard it all the same.

Geto did too, which is probably why he was now bringing his other hand to give both you and Gojo attention.

As the three of you, sweaty, drooling, and loudly moaning, reached your climax Geto had gripped both Gojo’s hair and your hair.

Gojo moaned, well moaned and yelped honestly, as his cock pumped thick hot strings of cum deep into your sensitive quivering hole, collapsing on top of you.

Geto too had came, straight down your happily swallowing throat.

Geto popped his now half soft cock out of your slimy and exhausted throat as the three of you panted.

You slowly gathered your thoughts. What just happened..?

“S…So… you were never gonna… gon’ get me..?” You asked confused.

Usually Gojo would’ve responded first but you were pretty sure he was half asleep. He moved his arms to around your neck and shoulders and cuddled you close. Fairly certain his bare ass is hanging out the car currently, but he doesn’t seem concerned.

Geto laughed with half a breath, “No, sweetheart. How could we ever? We were going to take you with us.” Geto assured you, fixing his pants.

Looking back, it made sense. Your stuff was in the car and everything. How embarrassing… and to think you messed up his car.

“‘M sorry! About the car… I mean…” you apologized, burying you face into your arms, embarrassed.

Geto smiled gently, closing the car door on his side and going around the car to fix Gojo, “It’s alright. I mean, I’m mad sure, but I get it. You were fearing for your life after all.” He responded, pulling up Gojo’s pants and lifting his feet into the car so he could close the door.

Geto entered the drivers seat door, taking a seat and pulling out the car keys.

“You don’t have to fear anything anymore. We’ll take care of you, we promise.” Geto tenderly spoke, before driving you to live with your new family as your eyes fell closed.

The two of them will care for you for as long as they live, and when they die, they’ll make sure you come with them. They just love you that much.

This ain’t proof reeaadd

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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Don't Leave Me! | Yandere Yuri Briar

“Oh, Yuri! I’m so happy you could come!”

Yuri blushed as he returned the hug from his sister; excited to finally see her. Unconsciously he let his eyes look past his sister’s neck, closing when he saw the familiar faces of Loid and Anya. What was this feeling? Disappointment? Disappointment from what? Yuri Briar shook his head, following after his sister who happily led him inside. Every now and then he let his eyes wander, searching fruitlessly for something unknown. He stopped when Yor cutely tilted her head out of curiosity. Yuri blushes walking deeper into his sister’s home.

“Unkie!” He dodged the child intent on securing his seat next to Yor at the dinner table.

“I’m glad you can spend this evening with us, Yuri.” Loid spoke with that annoying smile of his spread across his face. Resisting the urge to gag, Yuri turned away crimson eyes landing on the door. Hearing the angelic giggling of his sister right near his ear.

“Oh Yuri, are you looking for someone?”

“WhAt!? Pftt No! Why WOulD I?!”

The secret policeman spoke louder than he meant to; he began blushing even harder as he realized everyone was looking at him. He shrunk in on himself allowing Loid and Yor to begin passing around the dishes that smelled delicious. Some of these included Yor’s stew which Yuri happily dug into first. Of course, (Y/n) wouldn’t be here…they were a nanny…

The sound of knocking filled the apartment home making Yuri perk up. With a teasing smile, Yor rose from her chair and headed for the door.

“Well, I wonder who that could be?”

The door opened and in rays of shining light revealed the most wanted person of the night.

“Guess who’s here!?”

“(YYY/nn)!!”

“Borf!”

Anya and Bond ambushed your knees and waist as they dragged you into the Forger. Shutting the door behind you Yor also gave you a hug from behind further making you stagger your way into the home. They didn’t let up until Loid gave a firm look as he came to take the dish you brought from you. Reluctantly they released their hold on you as they made their way to the dinner table where Yuri was still gawking at your entrance. You sent a thankful look to Loid before following Anya to the place setting she had set for you, right next to Yuri.

“Well hello again, stranger? How’ve you been?”

“S-stranger? I-I was sure your memory would be better.” An offended bubble appeared in his chest as he crossed his arms. Only for you to tilt your head, immediately confusing him.

“It’s just an expression, man.”

“O-oh…”

He blushed in embarrassment deciding to pick at his food as he mulled over his incompetence. Was he so out of it that he embarrassed himself over a simple question? You were so close he could smell your natural scent! And you could see his face, his blush at this distance! Before he could let himself fall into a silent mania he was broken out by the softness against his clenching fist. The hand that rested on his led to (Y/n), whose eyes were soft and smile light andshiningbright as you whispered to him.

“Hey, it's okay don’t worry about it.”

That was all you said before you retracted your hand to assist in your pursuit to eat, turning towards Anya who was animatedly talking to you about her latest mission. A haze of red fell over his cheeks and Yuri let his mind wander. Throughout the dinner, he could only nod as Yor tapped him for his attention. Instead opting to lightly pick at his food and watch as you laughed with the whole family.

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“Alright well, I should get going.” You spoke while stretching out, having your fill of Loid’s delicious desserts and enough wine for the night.

Immediately the room was filled with ‘awws’ and whining from the Forger family; who were either intoxicated or tiredly clinging onto you as the night deepened. Both Yor and Anya held tight, forcing you to sink back into the couch to save the integrity of your shirt. You looked to Loid who chuckled at the two before turning to Yuri who was drunkenly letting his lips wobble at the sign of you leaving.

“D-don’t leave.”

The words were quiet but the unshed tears bubbling in his blood-red eyes had both you and Loid sighing in unison.

“I guess after we put them to bed… maybe then I can–”

“Yes. Thank you, (Y/n).”

With great difficulty, you carried Anya off to bed while Loid occupied Yor who enthusiastically began raving about something to him. Finally returning from Anya’s room you only heard an inkling of a promise being made to Yor that had her heading straight to bed. Not before placing a red lip staining kiss on your cheek and ditzely waving off to bed. Returning to the living room you found Loid worriedly looking at Yuri who stayed planted in his seat.

“What’s wrong with him?” You directed it towards Loid but the drunk spoke on his own.

“-home with…me”

“What?”

“T-take me home. I-it’s its THE LEAST YOU COUDLD DO…after all you’ve done!”

You deadpanned at the misleading accusation before breaking out into laughter. You had half a mind to record but Loid’s icy stare had you coughing instead.

“I-I guess I’ll take him home then. Wouldn’t want him waking up Yor or Anya.”

Loid hesitated for a bit before dashingly running his hands through his hair as he sighed.

“Yes, that would be for the best. Though I wouldn’t want you running around when its so dark out. I’d prefer it if you stayed with us…”

“But you hardly have enough room with the both of us staying here,” You easily grabbed the Briar’s hand. “So I’ll take him now. See you later, Loid!”

Pulling the complacent male along you waved to the blond before heading out the door. For the next hour you wrestled with a drunk Yuri who was insistent on pinching your ears and cheeks while you tried to locate his wallet. Even as he allowed you tug him along he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of you. Light pulls at your jacket, your waist band, the collar of your shirt, it was an ongoing struggle with him; you were just grateful no one was out at this hour.

“Ah! Here.We. Are!”

With great effort you shoved Yuri into his bed, silently priding yourself on successfully delivering the man. Turning to leave you halted when you heard frantic noises muffled by the mattress he was faced down in. You turned back to him bending in his direction to hear better only for a hand to reach out and you pull you onto the bed.

“Stay.”

The command wasn’t unfamiliar. He had been uttering similar phrases all through out the journey home so you thought nothing of it. That is until you couldn’t wrench yourself from the grip he had around your body.

“Heheh this must be the power of a Briar, huh?” Sarcastically uttering into the empty space of his apartment. You experienced it before and had ended in many a situation like this but Loid would usually come to the rescue. But alas he was not here and you were beginning to feel the drowsiness that came with a hearty feast.

“Fine…I’ll stay…just for c’ple h’rs thats it.”

Smiling in his sleep Yuri nuzzled further into your neck, sleeping soundly with the constant aroma of your scent. That would be the first night of many for what, Yuri considered, to be the perfect sleep.

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cinnamonest · 3 months

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No no, because yandere Adachi has so much potential. Like imagine him getting attached to just some convenience store worker he sees daily on his way home. He’d be friendly, kind, and even warn her of being safe on her way home because of the killer loose. Oh? You’re near the end of your shift? Why not just let him take you home? He’s a cop, after all. He’s trustworthy. darling would never see it coming whenever he knocks her out and drags her into his apartment. He’d be so very cruel, too. Never taking her gag off, threatening her for one wrong move. He’d expect her to play right into his fantasies (be too frightened of him to fight back and then act just like a perfect wife/girlfriend, no misbehaving needed) while acting completely insufferable.

I have like an endless amount of ideas/scenarios for this.

(Crazy that I did not even remember what day it is/notice the perfect timing until just now as I was copying this to post, but HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOHRU ADACHI)

YOU get it anon. Also PLEASE share those ideas, same goes to all 2 of my fellow Adachi appreciators here, because I have so much to say about this awful man. I'm just gonna ramble a bit here

//nasty stuff here, the usual but extra dark/intense because this is Adachi we’re talking about so how could it not be

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Tohru absolutely utilizes his status as a cop to his advantage. He knows it adds an element of social trust, that you won't be as on-guard with him as you would any other guy. He’s there to protect the general public, to apprehend bad guys — of course he’s a good guy!

He loves that you appreciate it — that adorable little voice, before you got to know him well enough to go by a name-basis, where you'd say ‘thank you officer! Have a great day!’ whenever he stops by the store.

So cute, so pure, so innocent, he thinks.

He wants to ruin you.

The man has some violent, violent thoughts. He doesn't even try to keep things pure and wholesome when he thinks about you, nor even limited to normal perversions. The very day he meets you, he goes home and spends the rest of the day jerking off to imagining your squeals and cries and tears with his hands around your throat. Oh, how he wants to feel you struggle, afraid and confused and the way you'd feel so betrayed when the policeman you trusted to keep you safe is balls deep in every hole you have, holding you down with ease. You look like you'd be weak. God, it would be so easy—

No, it will. It will be so easy, because he will do it.

You're probably not aware of it either. Most girls aren't, he thinks, they have no idea how weak and easily overpowered they are. He of all people would know — even when they're fighting for their lives, they’re so weak.

But you should be weak. It’s cute. Just like how you should be scared, innocent, sweet, obedient… the man definitely is the type to construct an unrealistic idea of darling in his head as perfect, someone who has no flaws in his mind, and he would absolutely have a “purity” fixation… so if that illusion is shattered in any way, he becomes very spiteful.

Canonically, he develops a crush over a woman he doesn’t even know and feels entitled to women on sheer principle of liking them, going to the extent of a woman having her own life as a “betrayal”… you’re not exempt from the exact same thing.

So God forbid he find out you’ve ever had a boyfriend or lover of any kind in the past… or worse… he’s going home one day, expecting to see his adorable beloved and wave to her from the street, only to spot her hugging and holding hands with some other guy? To realize that she's had a boyfriend this whole time?

Oh, he loses it. No outwardly — not yet — but he goes home, punches a wall, seethes and paces around for a while before moping in bed for some time.

It’s like a switch flipped in his head. Ugh. It’s like a betrayal. How could you… and as he mopes, it becomes so very obvious that this was intentional. You led him on on purpose. What were you thinking, being nice to him? You obviously wanted him to like you. It feels malicious, it’s painful.

You’re so stupid, so naive. Dumb little whore. Don’t you realize you’re playing with fire? Didn’t you think about the consequences your actions would have?

Because oh, will they have consequences. No way is he letting you get away with doing this to him. You’ll pay for what you’ve done.

He entertains that idea at the peak of his bitter wallowing — it would be just as easy as before. You probably have a TV set in your home. He could break in and just…

No. Dammit, he’s already too attached to you. He’s known you personally for a while now. He can’t do that. He wants to keep you.

It’s okay… well, no, it’s not okay, but he’s a very generous guy, you know. If you apologize and beg good enough, he’ll even consider forgiving you.

And you do. You squirm and cry and claw at his hands when he holds you up by your throat. It’s not good enough the first time, but when he squeezes down hard and tells you to try harder, asks you if that’s the best you can do, you finally get it right, finally say how sorry you are and properly beg for him to not kill you.

It’s enough to adequately make amends and begin the atonement process, at least. You’ll have the rest of your lives together to complete that process.

He makes good use of you, after bringing you home. Darling is the perfect little squeeze toy to him. He deals with a lot of stress, you know? He spends all day getting yelled at and pushed around by Dojima, and underneath the bumbling airhead act, it makes him seethe. He used to go home and break things, punch walls, throw things… but now he doesn't have to do that. He can just take all that stress out on you and your poor holes.

Holding your head down with a painful grip in your hair with one hand, holding your hips up and jerking your body back against his, nails digging into your flesh with the other, ramming into you over and over until your insides are sore and raw. Or holding your head firmly in place as you gag and cough and try to pull your head away, fucking your throat with not even an ounce of mercy, jerking your head down all the way and holding it there when he cums down your throat.

The stress relief is verbal, too. Oh, he's so, so mean, calls you every degrading term you can think of when he's rutting into you.. but it also comes out outside of those times too. He vents to you, whether you care to really listen or not. Just goes on and on about everything that upsets him, how much he hates this and that, how he wishes this or that person would just die so he wouldn't have to deal with them anymore… you never really know how to respond, but thankfully he doesn't actually seem to be looking for much of a response, more just someone to listen to him. In truth, it almost makes you feel a little bad for him... but you try to stave off such thoughts.

But that's just his default. That's when he's having a decent day, just the natural amount of stress he has. When he's had a bad day, it's much worse.

You learn to tell when he's had a bad day the moment he walks through the door — you hear how harsh each motion is, how he opens and closes the door, his footsteps, even his breathing as he makes his way over to you. The gruff ‘come here’ as he storms over to you, the harshness with which you're dragged over to bed and thrown down.

Those days are more violent — you end up with scratches and bites and bruises all over your body, strands of hair coming out where he pulled so hard, holes twitching and spasming and cum pouring out of you as you lay there exhausted and sore (as for him, though, he's out like a light as soon as it's over, and the grip he keeps on you means you're not getting up again either).

Being a cop also gives him a lot of tools most people wouldn't have access to. He has easy access to handcuffs and weapons. The handcuffs keep you however he wants you positioned, and he'll use some on your ankles too if need be.

He’s used the stun gun on his belt as a threat plenty of times — you used to think he was bluffing, but one day you go too far and it turns out it's not a bluff at all. It's a horrible, horrible sensation… but even worse is the way he laughs while he shocks you, exhilarated by — and probably, honestly, getting off to — the way you squeal and spasm.

Unfortunately, it awakens something — maybe he could use it on you more often, put it right up to your most sensitive places and see how you react… although not without building up dread and anticipation first, pressing it to your skin so that you beg and cry and he taunts you so mercilessly, with that awful awful smile on his face, before pushing the button and hearing you cry.

...But he's not always so awful. He still includes you in his normal life, at least. You almost wish he didn't. It's this oddly domestic vibe, once all the brutality of the day is out and he's tired and bored.

You talk — at first you kept being annoying and pesting him about letting you go, to which — much to your dread, a pit in your stomach every time he says it — he tells you you're never leaving, so shut up about it. But eventually, with no one else to interact with, you talk about all sorts of things, sometimes almost feeling like a normal conversation with a friend. He brings home food for you, and admittedly, you're almost surprised by the fact that he actually does ask what you want and gets you something different from what he gets based on your tastes. You didn't expect that sort of consideration.

You watch TV (he keeps you chained out of actual reach of the TV itself, just in case you get any ideas), the news (only for him to awkwardly change the channel when your disappearance was being discussed on local news), he even takes your request once or twice to pick up a movie to watch (although he's very critical, particularly if it's too ‘girly’ for his tastes).

But he's still so, so mean, such a bully. You have a lot of time to reflect on it all, and one day you confront him with it — tell him that you know that the reason he does all of this to you, the reason he can't just be normal is because he's bitter and spiteful and afraid of rejection. At first, you sound angry — and as you speak, the way his face contorts with disgust and fury makes you think you may just push him over the edge to actually kill you, and frankly, at this point, it's something you're willing to accept.

But then, tears in your eyes, voice growing quieter, you add—

I really liked you… I thought you were a good guy…

That makes him pause. He gets quiet. You see his face fall to an expression you can't quite name, eyes half-lidded and mouth pulled into a taut line.

Finally, he shrugs, giving you a cruel, snide grin.

Not my fault you were so stupid.

That's all the response you get, and remarkably, that last comment seems to make him let go of being infuriated over everything else you said. For a moment, though, you swear you catch him looking down at the ground with a miserable expression, as if those words actually had a profound effect on him… but it lasts only a second — as soon as he catches you looking at him, his eyes fixate on you again, that smile you hate so much comes creeping back, and your heart sinks as he takes agonizingly slow footsteps over to your helpless, shivering little form….

#.persona #he would be 40 years old today based on his canon DOB 🥺#this is just tip of the iceberg thoughts though... i have more ill get to eventually #also i really like the thought of cop!yanderes in general #theres a lot of potential there

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hoshinoyozora · 1 year

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Tale of the Timeless Couple

🖤 Pairing: Yandere! Malleus Draconia x Female! Reader

💛 Word Count: 1,1k+

❤ Warnings: -

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Youths were known for their naivety, and just like many others, it was the cause of your downfall too.

Beguiled by the promise of happily ever after, as shown in those romantic movies and books, you’d mindlessly agreed to eternal life with your soon-to-be husband, Malleus Draconia. It was especially enforced by the bitter knowledge that Crowley had never intended for you to return, and that you’d have no means of funding yourself after graduation due to the lack of necessary documents. It was either you marry a rich man and become slightly more ‘recognized’ as the proper citizen of Twisted Wonderland, or doomed to work as a maid in someone else’s house. Malleus, of course, saw no error in your judgment, despite the seeming shallowness of it, and swiftly carried out your transformation.

Due to your relationship with him, you’d always been a part of his little family. But only now did you fully integrate into it, into their lifestyle. The Draconia Family. The Royal Family.

It was blissful in the first few years, as many marriages were, burdened only by the new responsibility of being a ruler to both humans and dark creatures. Malleus and Lilia helped you with the Royal affairs, while Silver and Sebek familiarized you with the Draconia knighthood system. Sometimes, Malleus’s grandmother would visit and chat with you, offering either piece of valuable advice or rumors that would aid you in some way. You weren’t really allowed to go anywhere anymore, and definitely not without tight security. But Malleus permitted you to attend your friends’ weddings, just as how he permitted them to attend yours; a visit that excited nearly the guests in there due to it being a Royal one, and thus, exclusive.

Their occasional letters were probably the highlight of your day, and you thanked Malleus for having the bigger heart not to get jealous and cut off the only connection to your past and humanity. Your heart warmed when you saw pictures of their babies, noting all the resemblances in their features, and mused about what kind of face your child would have.

It was serene.

Until it wasn’t anymore.

Perhaps it began when you received Deuce’s letter containing a photo of him and Ace in an overdue reunion at a restaurant. Your eyes, sharper from the transformation, noticed all signs of aging on their faces. Instinctively, you touched yours and felt only the youthful smoothness of the skin. You rushed to the mirror, and your stomach sank once you realized the signs would never appear in you. For some, it might be a blessing. But for you, it only served to remind you of what you lost.

Your humanity, in all its glory. Ugliness and beauty. The smoothness and the wrinkles.

And then, several years went by, until Jack passed away peacefully in his sleep, surrounded by his big family. You mourned in your office whilst clutching the letter Ace sent to you, unable to attend the funeral without messing with everyone’s schedules.

Black was the color of the Draconia family, but that day, it took on a special meaning.

Ace followed, still a mischievous man to his old age with a more tamed pride. Deuce remained as a policeman until a particularly nasty magic incident occurred, leaving Epel as your only living friend. No longer fixated on the idea of a ‘manly man’, he confessed to you that he was actually lonely. His wife had long died, and his children had all grown up and moved out of the house. You wished you could’ve visited and comforted him, but once again, duty was your obstacle.

Until you belatedly found out that Epel had suffered a heart attack after helping with his family’s farm.

“What are you thinking about, my love?”

A pair of arms hugged your swollen stomach from behind, but you remained motionless as you gazed through the window. Malleus rested his chin on your shoulder and stared at your profile.

“Well?”

“Nothing much.”

“You know better than to lie to me, my love.” said he, twirling a lock of your hair with his left finger. “If you have a problem, you can talk to me and we shall find a solution together.”

Malleus wouldn’t understand that the problem you had was beyond repair, and you feared his response should you reveal the truth.

“All of my friends died, Malleus. Except Sebek, but he’s just a guard to me now.”

“Humans have always had short lifespans.”

You flinched, and you wondered why you reacted that way when you were basically near immortal now. Perhaps some human instincts hadn’t fully disappeared yet.

“I miss them.”

Malleus fell quiet, and your heartbeat slowly picked up with each second passed in silence.

“It is a normal reaction,” he drawled as though empathy was something unfamiliar to him. “and you’ll get over it in due time.”

You wetted your lips, preparing yourself to ask the question that had been haunting you.

“What would you do… if I were to go home?”

“You don’t think I’d allow you to do it, do you?”

You stiffened in his embrace.

“… What?”

“Crowley had always been very slow when it comes to finding your way home, but he hadn’t completely stopped until I ordered him otherwise.”

Your stomach dropped.

“Luckily, you learned that it was futile to place any hope on him, so I wouldn’t have to inform you anything.”

“Why…?”

“Why? Because we were meant to be together, of course. The moment you agreed to be my lover is the moment you agreed to be mine forever.” Malleus sighed blissfully, tightening his hold on you. “And it doesn’t really matter whether you accepted my proposal or not, although it does make everything a whole lot easier. I don’t wish to hurt you, after all.”

You were mistaken. You were horribly mistaken. There was no happily ever after in marrying him. Financially, yes, but mentally? Literally?

“What about my friends?”

“I told you, they’re humans. They have terribly shorter lifespans than ours. Therefore, I don’t need to worry about them so much. Not when they’ll die sooner or later.” Malleus hummed, swaying your body in an invisible yet haunting tune. “Although, of course, I still have to supervise all of your correspondence.”

It was understandable, and you should’ve expected it. Some letters might contain threats, however unlikely it was, and Malleus was merely ensuring the safety of everyone involved. But the knowledge that he read everything that you wrote to them – intimate things that you were more comfortable sharing with your friends than your husband – unnerved you.

Maybe it was why he spent more time with you when you complained to Deuce about him being busier nowadays.

“Now, don’t overthink about the past. You’ll upset our baby.”

He caressed the bulge in your stomach, where the long-awaited child resided.

A shame that you couldn’t share baby pictures with your friends, not even the news of your pregnancy.

#twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst imagines #yandere twst #yandere malleus #yandere malleus draconia #yandere malleus x reader #female reader #twst malleus #twisted wonderland malleus #malleus draconia

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animeyanderelover · 6 days

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You meant BB as in Black Butler, right?

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, paranoia, isolation, manipulation, gaslighting, guilt-tripping, abduction, death

Tags: @lovley-valentine7 @leveyani @chxxz

Words: 1.4k

Prompt 91

Eyes of deep amethyst narrowed for a split second when she saw the ropes tied around your hands and the rough hand on your biceps which pulled you forcefully closer to the house from which you had just tried to escape from. The look of unbridled hatred which she held for humans, one that could have perhaps been used to convince the policeman that she was the one who was insane.

Unfortunately you were the only one who saw this flashing expression on her face as you were already familiar with the witch behind the mask. Anyone else couldn't have been anything but fooled as large doe eyes shimmered with tears as she quickly rushed to meet you. No trace of the previous hatred was visible on her face, her expression as soft and shy as her demeanor as she took your hands gently.

"(y/n)... Oh, I was so worried about you! What if you would have gotten hurt out there?" The tears in her eyes were true, you knew that much as you saw the salty water gathering in her eyes out of gratitude that you were unharmed and fine. The sweet smile she gave the officer who had brought you back though wasn't but you were the only one who knew that and after everything that had just happened, you felt far too discouraged to argue with the ignorant and easily fooled man once again. You would only waste your breath on him.

"I cannot express how grateful I am to you, officer." she stated as she clasped her soft hands together and looked with large eyes at the older man before bowing her head to feint thankfulness.

Far too easily was the officer swayed by her beauty and submissive charm as you could see the hint of a pink blush appearing on his face as he was yet another one to be deceived by Angela.

"I only did my job, Miss Blanc. If any problems should arise, do not hesitate to inform me."

You had the urge to roll your eyes when you saw how he straightened his back and puffed his chest ever so slightly out in a pitiful attempt to appear bigger to impress the gorgeous woman in front of him. Perhaps you hadn't been able to hide your clear annoyance completely though as you received a quick glare from him when he caught your gaze on him that was clearly patronising him.

He turned his body to your direction, giving you what you assumed was meant to be a stern glare in an attempt to chastise you.

"I do hope that you will not attempt anything reckless anytime soon again, (l/n). You worried Miss Blanc to no end because of your immature actions. Please consider her feelings too if you should try to do it again."

You could only silently clench your jaw as you had to silently endure his words as you knew very well that talking back wouldn't be a good decision right now.

That guy didn't know shit about the world yet he was pretentious enough to believe that he had any right to lecture you about your feeble escape attempt. Blessed were the idiots indeed who didn't have to worry about all what lied beyond the perception of humanity.

There were a lot of things you would have loved to say to him as he finally decided to depict himself as benevolent enough to untie the rope from your wrists. You noticed how Angela took a subtle step closer, her eyes observing your skin for any injuries that would then be the sole responsibility of that officer.

He remained as unaware as ever though as he courtly lifted his head for her before he returned to the carriage with which he had come. You could feel delicate hands on your back, ushering you back inside all whilst the deceiving smile stayed on her lips as she bid goodbye to the officer who was looking at you two through the carriage.

It was only after she had escorted you safely back inside and had locked the door that her face finally morphed and reflected her true feelings. Wrinkles appeared on her normally smooth skin as her face twisted into one of pure revulsion and you were within earshot to hear how she started muttering fanaticallly to herself how she would have to get rid of another insect.

You deemed it to be wisest to let her be as long as she was like this yet your yearned solitude was short-lived as her eyes found yours and the disgust was partially replaced by worry as she grasped your hands in her own, inspecting your wrists closely now.

"How dare he to tie a dirty rope around your wrists like you are some livestock!" she ranted angrily as she pushed you with the palms of her hands onto the armchair, the gentleness of her touch a sharp contrast to her harsh and infuriated voice.

You could hear her seething even as she shortly disappeared from your sight only to appear with a bowl of cold water and a towel. When she grabbed your wrist to clean you from whatever stench she thought was on your skin right now due to the rope, you actually rejected her as you pulled your arm away from her.

Amethyst eyes gave you an incredulous look before she hid it behind a composed and sweet mask, her soft voice jarring to listen to as she suddenly treated you like one would a scared baby deer.

"Oh, I know that you must have been so scared all alone out there. I'm forever sorry that I couldn't search for you personally, I should have chosen you over my other task. You do not have to be scared anymore though, I'm here right now."

It struck all the wrong cords within you to hear those words from her as you knew too well and that made you hate her and the entire situation even more.

"And just what makes you think that you know me best?!" you hissed at her, clearly pissed about constantly being asked to sit down and let her do everything just because of her misguided assumption that she knew you better than you knew yourself.

Many other people would have fallen for the shocked and hurt look appearing on her face when she heard your words, for the tiny gasp escaping her soft lips as you targeted her with your cruel words.

"I only ever desire the best for you! I have always protected you and guided you from the very moment I laid my eyes on you!"

A tender touch graced your face as her hands cupped your cheeks, her eyes a mirror to her inner turmoil. Your words always shook her yet she would always excuse it for you were pure deep down, an attribute that made you worthy of safety and protection. She knew that you weren't the one speaking those harsh words and showcasing such bad manners. You were merely copying what you had been exposed too.

"Have I not freed you from the chains of that unworthy and sinful man? Have I not done everything in my power to erase the lingering traces he has left in your mind and heart?"

You visibly recoiled when she asked you this, although not necessarily because of the question but more because of the memories it brought back.

Your father had been a terrible man even before your mother had passed away but after her death you had been the sole victim to his indifference and drunken aggressiveness. His only saving grace had been his wealth or otherwise he would have been thrown into jail a long time ago.

He was a shadow from the past now though as Angela had freed you from his torment, his body missing even months after his disappearance. Still, you found yourself having a hard time letting his memories go as it had been the only familiarity in your life for many years. Silently, without letting Angela know, sometimes you even wished him to be still here as his indifference and aggressive behavior had all been aspects you had learned to handle.

"Your pure heart is truly admirable. You still seem to believe that other people outside are better than he will be. Believe me, they aren't. People are self-centered and egotistic."

You didn't know how to handle Angela though. Your father had been a terrible human but ultimately he had been nothing more. Only a silly, mortal human whose liver would have eventually given up on him.

“They are going to hurt you. They are going to leave you, mock you, betray you, abandon you. But not me. I’ll be here for you. I’ll worship you, love you and protect you from the world. Just you and me. Forever.”

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere angela #yandere angela blanc #yandere x you #black butler x you

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orchid3a · 2 years

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DOLL - S. HARUCHIYO

✦ synopsis ↷ A serial killer toying with policeman’s little sister

✦ pairing ↷ Yandere!Serial killer!Sanzu Haruchiyo x lil sis Hanagaki!f!reader

✦ tw ↷ DUB-CON, YANDERE, nsfw implied, NON-CON RECORDING, aphrodisiacs, heavy cheating (yn is naoto’s fiancée), marking, mention of baby-trapping, lazy proof-reading

✦ note ↷ i’m sorry but lil sis hanagaki is my muse and i put all the ariussy when i write 4 her. i gave up on my halloween event so sorry if it’s late but life kicked my ass

Trusting someone is a gamble itself, you can never know who you will face and if they can be a friend or foe. And sometimes, it’s better to not trust anyone other than yourself, because danger is always near. Danger can be both an unknown face and a friendly one.

Your brother always said you’re too kind to everyone and tend to never notice someone’s twisted game, he always repeated to not let anyone know your deepest secret or fears because you never know what they can do with that information. However, you weren’t of the same opinion, always believing that there is good in everyone. And, unbeknownst to you, that will be the cause of your downfall.

Haruchiyo never thought that his plan could work this fast, for days he spent time and energy creating the flawless plan to ruin Hanagaki Takemichi and Tachibana Naoto’s lives. And the main character of his plan is you, Hanagaki’s beloved little sister and Tachibana’s fiancée. He thought he would take weeks or even months to be able to infiltrate in your life, to gain your trust before crushing it like a worm. However, you were found to be quite a surprise, and Haruchiyo couldn’t believe it.

You did all the job for him, you let him in your life and made him aware of your deepest secrets and desires. You were a fool, how could you not sense the malice of his tone whenever he talked with you? How could you ignore how rarely he talked about himself or his family?

How could you be that clueless? Why you didn’t get suspicious when you almost met him everyday in places he didn’t belong to? Were you that dumb? Haruchiyo, however, was glad that your dumbness made him work less, and in a glimpse of days, he could brag the status of being your friend.

Something went wrong, however. Haruchiyo didn’t pick up the signals soon, he only noticed how increasing was his desire to know where you were, what were you doing, who you were with. He wanted to know more, even if it had nothing to do with his original plan. Slowly his fixation on ruining your brother and your fiancée focused only on you, now you were not just a secondary character, but the main lead, the only one who was living in his mind.

Haruchiyo was losing himself, he didn’t know himself anymore, there was no trace of the cold and sadistic serial killer, “The Mad Dog”, now replaced by a fool obsessed with his enemy’s beloved little sister.

Every day, he woke up with the constant need to check on you, he spent hours stalking you both on your socials and in person. He justified himself, saying that he only does that to make sure his plan goes on, and no problem arises, but in reality, he just wanted to be with you always. How he loathed when you went out with that fiancée of yours, how Haruchiyo wished, it was him that wrapped his arms around your shoulders, or he pecked your cheeks and blessed his eyes with your cute expressions.

You and Haruchiyo were meant to be together, it was already chosen, and no one would oppose it, not even you. And, that's why, Haruchiyo completely changed his plan, now he will save you from a fate not suited for you, and give you the real fairy tale you deserve.

However, he should first focus on destroying your bond between you, your brother and your boyfriend. And Haruchiyo already knew how.

When Haruchiyo invited to his house, to see a new movie and try new drinks he created, you accepted without hesitance, it has been ages since you could spend time with him, between work and the preparation for your wedding with Naoto, you hardily had time to breathe.

How naive you were. You should have not accepted his invite, maybe now things would have gone differently.

"And that's my new drink, it's called "Lovely obsession" and it's alcoholic free. Just as you like" Haruchiyo says smiling, his diamond scars curving alongside, and you grin in return.

"Thank you, Haru! You know me so well, maybe in another life we were besties!" you giggle and take a sip, the pinkish drink tastes of strawberries and lemon, a strange combo, but it tasted so good.

The conversation went on for an hour, as always you were telling him about the preparations for your wedding, how excited you were, how you couldn’t wait to see what Mitsuya prepared for your wedding dress. It was a luck, that you were so engrossed in your talking that you didn’t see the scowl adorning his angelic features, the hate burning in his eyes, how his whole body was tense at the mention of your fiancée.

Hot… Too hot

The dizziness was clouding your mind, you were feeling too hot and there was something wrong. A strange tingle was growing in your lower tummy, pressing your knees together, you tried to regain control, but it was just a futile attempt. You needed something to stop this desire, you needed now. You couldn’t just call Naoto, he was on his duty with your brother, you just have to satisfy by yourself, but you couldn’t do that in Haru’s house. Before you can get up, a cold hand touches your shoulder, your hues meet his turquoise ones.

“(y/n) what’s wrong? Do you need a hand?” His soft voice murmur, his words are a temptation, but could you really cheat on your future-husband?

Guilty starts eating your conscience, how could you even think about cheating Naoto? After all he did to you, it would be a slap on your relation. Maybe… If you just use Haruchiyo’s help and never see him again, it wouldn’t be considered as cheating. You would satisfy your lust and nothing will change between you and Naoto.

And those words, leaving your lips, were your downfall.

“Haru… Help me, please.”

He won, Haruchiyo won and no one will interfere, not when he had you where he wanted.

His eyes drink every detail of your body, now marked with his cum and love bites, he feels like an artist when he is done painting his masterpiece.

His fingers trace every curve of your body, trying to memorize the softness and the warmth of your body, his eyes memorizing every mole, scar or imperfection on your body.

A masterpiece, that’s what you are for him, and now you are his.

The cum oozing from your pussy is a clear sign, marked as his both inside and outside, maybe, if he was lucky, he could even get you pregnant.

His lips find themselves on your neck, leaving wet trails until he arrives at your tummy, peppering the skin with soft kisses.

“Ngh- H-Haru” Your soft moans brings him back to reality, your lustful and teary eyes staring back at his.

“Sweetcheeks, you are such a greedy baby, you always want more” - He teases as he bites your thigh, leaving another red mark - “Don’t worry, Haru will give you whatever you want.”

Moaning again, you buckle your hips, wanting to feel Haruchiyo inside you again for the nth time that night.

The initial guilt was nowhere to see now, not after he made you that good, and you had to admit that not even Naoto could make you feel like that.

However, not you didn’t care about the consequences of your actions, you just wanted Haruchiyo to fuck you rough like you want.

“Such a good girl you are, sweetcheeks.”

“Ngh-! Haru! M-More!”

Haruchiyo smirks delighted, he is impressed by how now you could only think with your pretty pussy. And he isn’t disappointed at all, he has a soft spot for cute, airhead girls~

He kisses you again, before turning towards the camera.

“Sweetcheeks, we should make another good show for your nii-chan and your idiotic fiancée.”

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yazhi08 · 6 months

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'Jailbird'

{Violent! Yandere Boyfriend X Female Reader} [FLUFF] Summary: He's a little Jailbird, except the only cage he'll stay in is your heart. Warnings: Blood, just FLUFF

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"Y/n L/n! You are under arrest!"

Several guns were pointed straight at a fairly harmless looking girl. With a child who screamed in horror and hid behind his equally as frightened mother. The poor cashier dropped her groceries in shock and Y/n could only hope that the bag didn't have any fragile glass in it. She was vaguely aware that her priorities weren't quite right in that moment, but she didn't care enough to call herself out.

"What for?" Y/n ask rather calmly. She didn't recall doing anything illegal.

"Drop the innocent act L/n! Your partner already spilled!" One large and bulky cop yelled out.

Despite the sheer power in the policeman's voice, his hands couldn't stop trembling. He wasn't the only officer with cold sweat and shaky knees. In fact, all six police officers looked at Y/n like she was a ticking bomb set to go off any second. Every person in the grocery seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for something to happen. Y/n was confused; Partner? Y/n didn't do anything, much less with a partner. She opened her mouth to defend herself when suddenly it clicked.

"Oh." Y/n's face fell, "Oh no..."

She leaped forward and all of the cops stumbled back in fear. She grabbed the one closest to her, ignoring how the mother – son duo screamed, and pushed him.

"Quick! Take me to jail!" The policeman felt his heart lodge in his throat and could only nod dumbly. He'd never been so terrified of a criminal asking to go to jail before.

Ansel punched the door as hard as he could. He yelled, demanding to be let out. He'd made a pretty big dent in the metal door but eventually ditched it to pace around his little jail cell. Deemed to dangerous to be kept in a regular prison room, he had been locked in a large plain white room. It resembled the kind of rooms where mad scientists would study a wild creature in movies. In all honesty, they were treating him like an animal too. There was a large glass window where he could see the pathetic cops whimpering and hiding. He sneered at them, causing them to duck and hide from view. The room was completely bare, with not even a pillow for him to rest on. He would have been restrained in a straight jacket too, had the idiotic cops not been too terrified to come close to him. One had tried, probably an intern, and they were lucky to live with only a broken wrist and nose.

He didn't give a damn about them though. No, all he could think about was how he was being kept away from his precious darling. He felt his blood boil. Each second he was kept here was another second spent without her. Thinking about it was enough to drive Ansel mad. He let out another animalistic scream and slammed his shoulder into the door. He backed up, preparing to repeat the action, when he heard her.

"Ansel!"

Immediately, his head shot up. Ansel's grey eyes lit up once they landed on Y/n. He ran up to the window, and pressed his hands against the glass. He smiled, and immediately calmed down. His cheeks were tinted a light pink and you could almost see hearts floating all around him.

"Y/n!"

"Oh Ansel, my poor angel." Y/n cooed and placed her hands on the glass, right where his were. She whispered sweet words to Ansel, soothing the rage in his eyes and mellowing him. She frowned, upset to see her beloved boyfriend in such a state.

"What on earth did you do to get yourself locked in here?"

Ansel felt a tiny bit of shamed. His cheeks grew redder, not because of Y/n herself, but because of her disappointed gaze.

He looked down on the floor and mumbled, "Nothing..."

"Ansel, we both know you wouldn't be here if you did nothing."

Like a kicked puppy, Ansel backed away from the window and scurried over to a corner to sulk in. Y/n sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Apologetically, she turned to the cop that escorted her.

"I suppose we should head over to the interrogation room? Seeing as l'm 'under arrest' and all. Ansel should be calm for a while."

The poor cop was completely baffled at how easily the beast had been stopped. When Officer John, the bulky cop from before, brought this frail little girl into the station, they were sure that John had made a mistake. After that little display, however, they realized this Y/n must have been someone really powerful for the Ansel Krause to submit to her. Fearing for their life, they hurried and locked Y/n a secure interrogation room. Damn John better not be thinking that they were going to interrogate the monster.

Y/n waited for the door to lock before sitting down on a chair. Her leg bounced anxiously; she worried for Ansel. All she wanted to do was run to him and comfort him. He was such a sweetheart, and she hated being so cold with him. Y/n chewed her thumb as she thought about how Ansel got himself into such a situation in the first place. He wouldn't harm anyone... Okay no, he might but she told him specifically to be on his best behavior while she was out!

The door finally opened after a eternity and a smaller woman walked in. Her face was twisted into a stern glare. She plopped onto the seat opposite to Y/n's and immediately began.

"Alright Missy. I'm in no mood to play games. Why'd you send Mister Krause after Kevin Millers? Don't even bother denying it; Krause was very local about how Millers had it coming and how you told him to get rid of him."

"Kevin? My neighbor?" Y/n's brows furrowed together, "l'm – is he okay?"

The Officer scoffed, "Sure, if you call a having a broken leg and several stitches being okay. Now, l want answers."

Y/n sighed and leaned back into her seat.

"Well Officer, being completely honest here, l have no idea why Ansel hurt Kevin, and l'm terribly sorry for his behavior. I'm sure if you let me, l could sort things out with him."

"So what? You want me to just let you go?"

"Yes, actually." Y/n answered rather bluntly, "l'd like to take Ansel home too. He'll need me after he's done being pouty."

"Fat chance. Ansel has a long criminal record, it's about time he's put behind bars. You on the other hand..." The Officer narrow her eyes, "l don't buy your innocent act for even a second. It'll be easier for us if you just confess your crimes."

Y/n groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.

"Is being in love with an idiot a crime?"

"If that idiot happens to be a psychopath, then it should be." The Cop fired back.

"Officer, l haven't committed a single crime in my life. Unless you have evidence — real evidence — that states otherwise, l'd like to go back to my back."

Before the officer could retaliate, another policeman stormed into the room. His eyes were wide with panic.

"S–So sorry, Officer Cross. H–He's been acting up again and we need Miss L/n to come immediately."

Y/n gave Officer Cross a smug grin and skipped over to the door. Officer Cross slammed her head onto the desk. Seems as though both Y/n and Ansel would end up leaving the station without any proper punishment. With Y/n being a clean state and Ansel too unstable to keep in jail, the safest thing to do would be to let the couple go back home. Oh how she's going to regret this.

Y/n held Ansel's hand as they walked home. The Police Force and Y/n were able to reach an agreement; as long as she keeps Ansel on a leash, they'll let them be. She didn't make any promises, and still have to pay a hefty money to bail him, but things turned out for the best. The walk home is silent and Ansel still refused to make an eye contact with Y/n. She knew he felt bad, so she hadn't given him a scolding yet.

It was only after they'd gotten to their shared apartment and had a quick lunch that Y/n decided it was time to address the elephant in the room. The pair were cuddling together on the couch; Ansel's head is buried on her chest and her hands were playing with his soft hair.

She began softly, "Ansel... Do you want to talk about what happened?"

Ansel shook his head childishly. He wrapped his arms around her waist and refused to look up.

Y/n sighed and ruffled his hair.

"You know we have to. Come on, Officer Cross told me that l told you to hurt Kevin?"

"That guy." Ansel mumbled bitterly. Despite the situation, Y/n found herself smiling. She did agree after all.

Knowing he couldn't avoid the topic forever, Ansel finally look up and met Y/n's warm gaze.

"You said Kevin annoyed you last week. So l went to teach him a lesson. He deserved what l put him through for the disgusting things he said about you!"

Y/n felt her heart go soft. She could recall Kevin cat–calling her one particular evening. Ansel must have heard her as she grumbled to herself about it and took upon himself to handle the situation in a best way he knew how to.

She kissed the tip of Ansel's nose.

"Aww Baby... It's so sweet of you to want to defend my honor." Y/n grinned at his elated expression. If Ansel had a tail, she imagined wagging like mad.

"But." Ansel's smile fell.

"Don't you remember what l said about hurting others?"

"That it wasn't something you wanted me to do."

"Because?" Y/n pushed on.

Ansel groaned, "Because you didn't want the police to catch me."

Y/n smiled at her helpless angel.

"And what happened today?"

"The police caught me." Ansel only became more pouty when he saw how amused his girlfriend was. He loves to make her smile, but he was still embarrassed.

"That's right." Y/n gave Ansel's nose a small boop, "Now you have to be a good boy and stay out of trouble, okay?"

Ansel propped himself onto his elbows and leaned closer to Y/n's face.

"l'll be good as long as l have you beside me."

"Oh don't worry about that." Y/n chuckled.

"The officers and l had a long chat about what would happen if they tried to separate us again."

A pleased smile spread across Ansel's face. He place a chaste kiss on yours and laid back down on her chest. The two continued to laze around each other's arms; completely content with life and happy to have each other.

Bzzzzzt! Bzzzzzt! Bzzz —

"Hello?"

"Hello, Miss L/n. This is Officer Cross. Would you please make your way to the police station, preferably immediately. We have another incident."

Y/n sighed, "l'm on my way..."

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Started:[Monday] - [10/30/23] Finished:[Wednesday] - [11/01/23] Checking:✅

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invidiia · 9 months

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SCENARIO : The initial plan of you staying with them was going smoothly, even with the knowledge of them being terrorists until you accidentally witnessed their cruelty towards anyone else, and suddenly their worst nightmares acted upon them. You’d decided to turn your back to them out of fear, and it absolutely crushed them to no point of return.

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DARK FIC : ANGST FIC : 1117 WORDS

TWS : BLOOD, DEATH, THOUGHTS OF VOMITING, HEAVY(?) DESCRIPTIONS OF GORE AND DEATH, YANDERE THEMES, HEAVY DARK THEMES, READ WITH CAUTION!!!

LISTEN TO : Animal - Sir Chloe :||: Little Miss - Bôa

You never thought some gifted detectives and their police lackeys would ever find out where your father’s base lay, but here you were, huddled in the corner of your room with a hand over your mouth. You were holding your knees close to your chest from underneath your desk, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as your heart beat so rapidly in your chest you felt like it’d rip out by itself. The sounds of yelling, abilities being used, crashing, gunshots, all of it. You felt like you were going to throw up, until a body came flying into your room and broke down your door.

It was a white-haired boy with white tiger paws instead of hands and an armed policeman. You tried to stay as hidden as you possibly could under your desk, trying your best not to hyperventilate before you spotted your dad enter the room with his playful demeanor, even despite the blood that stained the bottom of his pants, his coat, his shirt, and his face. It was disgusting, making you silently gag into your hand.

“Oh, how rude of you weretiger! You’ve broken down the door to my kid’s room… you’re lucky they’re not here, or else I wouldn’t be so happy!”

…he didn’t notice you were here. None of them did.

The policeman suddenly sat up straight and threw a knife that aimed directly at your dad's throat, making your eyes widen in shock and fear - were you going to watch your dad die?

“That’s not very kind of you!” Your dad taunted, catching the knife and throwing it into another room before opening his coat and a portal opened up. He reached into the portal before the other end appeared in front of the policeman, and your father grabbed said policeman legs, his lower torso halfway in before the sudden gushing and cutting of flesh and bones before the man was completely split in half from the portal suddenly shutting against his body.

Both you and the white-haired boy had the same reaction - utter horror and shock. Only the boy got over it much quicker, immediately pouncing in retaliation to your dad’s— no, to Nikolai’s gruesome act, and you couldn’t take your eyes off the cut off body, not even when Nikolai was tackled out of the room and then had started fighting multiple people, presumably.

You probably sat there for a long time, stuck in your own horror-filled head before a woman came over and spotted you. She seemed to be trying to speak to you, but her figure was quickly being blurred by your own tears before the reality of everything hit you like a freight train again, your eyes rolling back as you passed out, the muffled sounds of the woman yelling and other footsteps echoing in your ears before you were knocked out completely.

It was a long time before you woke up again, in a completely unknown location with the same woman in the room with you as before, and long story short, you’d decided to just stay with the Agency for a while, mostly sticking by the white-haired boy’s side, who learned was Atsushi, and sometimes the woman, who you learned was Yosano…

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Life was not easy without you at all. The fact that you were terrified of not only Nikolai, but Fyodor too now that you knew that he did far worse than what Nikolai did to that man sunk in, and when you said you didn’t want to go back, and when Nikolai had overheard this conversation, (he totally wasn’t stalking you just to see if you’d desperately miss him and your father Fyodor, even after what he made you see,) he was fucking shattered. Anger, grief, sadness, rage, emptiness all hit him at once, and he was not handling it well.

He thought that stupid Agency was ripping you away from your freedom, that they were trapping you in their hold under the guise you’d always be safe with them, and that they were manipulating you into hating him and Fyodor…

When the news of you being missing hit Fyodor, he immediately was already on the search for you digitally. He went through each already hacked and freshly hacked camera before he finally broke into the Agency’s just in time to hear you admit you were terrified of the both of them and… he couldn’t be hearing that correctly, did you say you never wanted to see them again?

…everything he did to take you in, ‘adopt’ you, keep you safe and oblivious, all worth nothing because of one measly death? How could this even be…

He’s sure a certain bandaged man knows he’s watching though, because each time Dazai is near you and in view of the camera, he glares straight down at it, only fueling the cold rage within Fyodor’s already cracking heart.

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Sometimes the two, either together or individually, enter your room and reminisce about how you had them help you decorate everything.

Fyodor doesn’t take care of himself very well anymore, and Nikolai can only do so much without breaking down at the thought of you really being gone.

Both are convinced that you’re going to be with them again - Nikolai because he’s so delusional and thinks you’ll miss them and come running back, Fyodor because he plans to take you back by force.

Both of them have to hold back on killing everyone in the Agency.

Nikolai almost snapped once at Atsushi because he saw him comforting you about the first time you saw Nikolai’s murderous cruelty.

Fyodor was seething when he noticed how close you and Dazai were slowly getting, and was only even more infuriated when he saw Dazai smirk at the camera when you let him hug you for the first time.

Nikolai who grinds his teeth and clenches his fists when he notice how Fukuzawa has started to become your new father figure, and having to watch you in silence as your laughs that were supposed to be just for him and Fyodor were being shared with Ranpo, who seemed to be taking a brotherly role in your mind, of all people.

Fyodor who stares in silent and cold rage when he watches the motherly love Yosano gives you when you’re around, and the soft smiles you give in return that you swore were only for him and Nikolai.

Both who decide this is far more important than any other of the current DOA missions.

Both who mutually agree that the Armed Detective Agency needs to go down, now.

Both, who decide some other members have to get involved in your ‘rescue.’

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