#yandere eiji

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Infinite Wealth spoilers

Ok Eiji is so cartoonishly evil and such a slimy manipulate cunt, he's getting hit with the yandere/dark content beam for sure

Like he's not even that attractive outside of being a ridiculously manipulative piece of shit. He throws a tied up child down a flight of stairs and tear gasses her and the people trying to save her, what a fucking heel

Imagine him using the lidocaine and intentionally preying on Darling's kindness the same way he did Ichiban. Like they're at the hideout and he reaches too far for something only to fall and sheepishly apologize/thank them when they help him back into the chair. He wishes he could be more useful to the team instead of just using his tech skills. He's not strong like Ichiban...like you. Whenever you're out there with the group, he can't help but worry about you. If he could walk and fight, he'd be out there to protect you himself. Um...y-you know, as a fellow member of the team!

Or he'll do the stereotypical creep shit by asking you to get something he left on the ground earlier, just because it's across the room and he'd rather not wheel himself all the way there and back. And if Chitose is there and notices what he's up to, she glares at him and constantly tries to keep you away from him but won't explain why she's in such a weird mood. Just when she thought he couldn't be any slimier...

Just for kicks he decides to have the Barracudas take you AND Lani. After all, who's gonna stop him? A Yakuza like Ichiban? Eiji's researched so many crimes committed by the Yakuza over the years, and so many of those fuckers use and abuse women they think they're owed--typically bullies and lechers. Someone like Ichiban has no right to lecture him about honor and hurting innocents given who and what he is. Now EIJI'S the one with power, and he'll use anyone he wants.

So when the Barracudas bust in, he takes advantage of the chaos and stabs one of your thighs with a syringe of his lidocaine. As you stumble and fight to get to Lani, one of the goons throws you over his shoulder and hauls you into the car with Lani and Eiji. He's got an hour or so before his latest dose wears off and he can walk again, but you've got about 8 left before you can.

Once the brat's been stowed away, he has you handcuffed and has the guys guarding him stand outside. Your anger and sadness and betrayal is so funny, cute even. Ichiban wasn't the only one eager to play Florence Nightingale with him, but he has to admit he liked it better when you were the one he was leaning on. He has a nasty smile on his face as he lazily gropes you, moving his hands lower as you squirm.

"You know, I can see why the Yakuza like doing what they do. I had my life ruined because I tried to expose the actions of some selfish, evil pricks. Scum who took advantage of everyone they could, and destroyed everyone they couldn't. It's a rush, having that kind of power. But now, I get to do the exact same thing to them and anyone else in my way. I'm the one on top--in this case, literally, with you."

He's such a bully now that he can finally go mask off after all this time. See, the moment he saw you with Ichiban and the others, he knew you didn't belong. You're too nice, and unlike with Ichiban, it's genuine. A Yakuza like Ichiban, a former gangster's lackey like Tomizawa, a spoiled rich girl like Chitose...you're the only one whose biggest crime is being too naive and trusting. You really fell for Ichiban's Hero of Yokohama bullshit AND Eiji's puppy-eyed wheelchair-bound routine. That just proves you're too trusting and stupid to leave alone. At least now, you're with someone who's not pretending to be good and righteous like Ichiban.

That rush of power he feels while manhandling you and seeing you struggle in a futile attempt to convince him to stop, to get away, it's so gratifying. You really are cute when you're upset. He tells you every thought he had to keep to himself while pretending to be "Ei-chan" while touching you:

How he saw your lip quiver when you listened so intently to his sob story because you were trying not to cry and make him feel bad, and he was so thankful the meds had numbed his lower half and kept him from getting hard. How he invited you to look at him do his hacking and research just so you'd look over his shoulder and he could feel you brush against him. How when the others were patching you up after a tough fight and you'd let out those little whines/moans of relief, he had a dream later that night about you making those same sounds while he diddled you in the hideout (with one hand clapped over your mouth so you wouldn't attract the attention of the others in the next room)

Well, it's not that cramped hideout and it's just the two of you now, but at least he can make that dream come true.

#tw: noncon #.eiji #.yakuza #.like a dragon #yandere yakuza #yandere eiji #.myshit

[midnightlee25]

Hello! May I ask for general Eiji Kashii (Warrior of the Ox) headcanons?

Random Yandere Headcanons: Character headcanons: Eiji Kashii (Warrior of the Ox)

He is a very possessive yandere and will even admit this to his darling if they asked. 

His bluntness could help his darling of getting a head start of getting away since they know close to the start what his intentions are. 

His punishments are cruel and he will have some kind of punishment for even the smallest of infarctions. 

For example, if they did manage to run away, they would never know pace for an unknown amount of time until he finally gets them. 

When he finds them, he won't take them right away. Instead, what he will do is make their paranoia of him being back worse and then take them. 

Now he isn't cruel to his darling all the time he can be gentle and soft with them. 

He will treat them with things like going out to places if they stay by him at all times of course. 

He does care deeply for his darling and just doesn't want to lose them in any way. 

That being said he is extremely protective of them to the point of being overbearing. 

#yandere #yandere headcanons #juni taisen zodiac war #zodiac war #yandere zodiac war #eiji kashii #yandere eiji kashii #warrior of the ox

[chaoslynx]

hear me out....bfish twilight au

eiji is equally unhinged as bella, ash is as dramatic as edward

It's been a loooong time since I read the Twilight books, and I'm not sure I know enough about the series to give a solid opinion on this!

Although could you imagine Ash being able to read everyone's thoughts except Eiji? Damn.

#when i saw 'eiji is equally unhinged' i panicked for a second #'yandere eiji anon is that you' #banana fish #asheiji #answers #anon

[rnakamura22]

A Path to Destruction

*Sort of Victorian AU or Fairytale AU ( I got this inspiration from Maji LOVE Kingdom Heaven’s peformance)

You have received a letter that guarantee all rights to a castle which your long distant relative once owned. However, there seems to be some people who already lived there...

If you had known from the start how deep the forest would be, you had never accepted the invitation in the first place. Being on rather from humble upbringings, with no parents or relatives in this world you could rely on, since all of them died in the latest plague, with you being the sole survivor, you had never dreamed of your family owning a castle, as it said in the invitation along with a golden heart shaped key necklace with a large stone that glowed in different colors in the middle of the heart shaped key.

There was just one problem. The castle, as it said in the letter, lied in the deepest parts of the forest which was very far away from the village you lived and grew up. The people of the closest town all shook themselves in fear once you asked of the rumors about the castle, saying that they do not want to be involved, leaving you with no clues. Your old brown skirt was ripped due to nearby thorn bushes, and dark blue simple shoes were worn out from all the walking, not to mention the white blouse being dirty from the dirt, and your y/h hair was messy.  Furthermore, the dim light from the full moon was your only guidance among the dark forest, with low growls all around. 

As you walked with tired feet, you saw a dimly lit glow in a distance straight ahead. Desperate for any information, you started to dash with the pain of your feet increasing. The forest grew deeper, vines growing thicker, the dim moonlight glowing thinner, trees being larger within every step, blocking the views of others, or perhaps with will.... Could it be that they are trying to hide you from the outside world? 

As the dimly lit glow became closer, you spotted an old-fashioned streetlight glowing dimly. As you got closer and closer to the light, a faint note of a slightly creepy playing of the pipe organ welcomed you into this unknown lair. The streetlight was only the part of what surprised you, as you saw a giant castle which glowed in a fiery green and blue color with the lights of the castle turning on in order.  The heart shaped key necklace hung around your neck, suddenly pulled you with great force to the gates as it glowed in a bright orange-red color, unlocking it with ease. “Wait!!! Why... What’s happening?” You screamed as the necklace continued to pull you into the castle grounds, failing to notice again the heavy sound of the gates locking, and 14 pair of suspicious eyes glowing inside, smiling as they knew, you were walking on the path to destruction.

#uta no prince sama #HE★VENS #utapuri #reader insert #female reader #HE★VENS x reader #yandere #eiichi otori #yamato hyuga #nagi mikado #shion amakusa #van kiryuin #eiji otori #kira sumeragi #devil au

[bakubunny]

TW: dark content

Thinking about Yandere daddy Bakugou being so controlling over every little thing- not letting you do one thing on your own because he doesn’t trust you to do simple things

yan daddy!katsuki rly is so controlling though, down to the last detail.

tw: dark content, yandere behavior, implied age play, mentioned diaper wearing, f!reader

he has parental controls on every electronic device possible. he monitors your internet use, tracks your whereabouts, reads your text messages, all of it.

he brushes your teeth. every single morning and night, he expects you to sit on the toilet while he gets down and does it for you like you're a small child, or at the very least, too stupid to do it yourself. he definitely had to learn to be more gentle with you when he started though.

katsuki sits you in his lap and clips your nails with safety nail clippers. i don't make the rules. he can't have his lil baby scratching him up. maybe if you're extra good, he'll invite uncle eiji and auntie mina over to do your nails, make them all pretty while you sit in eijiro's lap.... but uncle eiji makes you keep his cock warm like a good girl while he runs his hands over you until you squirm. :(

katsuki doesn't let you dress yourself either. what if you hurt yourself? or you put on your clothes the wrong way? absolutely not. he will dress you from head to toe like a damn doll.

he doesn't let you bathe yourself. every night it's either a shower or a bath with daddy. he washes your hair and your body from head to toe. :( sometimes it's uncomfy the way your cheeks get warm and your body feels funny because he can't help but grope his pretty baby when she's all wet and soapy.

any chance he gets, katsuki will sit down with you in his lap and feed you because what if you choke? can't have his dumb girl hurting herself when he's right there to help.

he frequently takes you over his knee for one reason or another. perhaps it's to play with inspect your pretty cunt and touch your ass like he does every day, or maybe it's to give you a maintenance spanking.

he doesn't even let you wipe your own ass, let's be honest. either you're in diapers and pull ups while he's gone/you're outside the house, or he's going to the bathroom with you when you go. sometimes he crosses his arms and stares down at you the entire time, other times he crouches down and rubs your thighs while you piss. he makes you bend over so he can make sure you're all clean before he pulls your pretty panties back up.

heavily inspired by @dcsiremc's yan dad bf!aizawa

#don't even get me started on how he (redacted)s you bc i can't #bonus: he also hates thumb sucking which means pacifiers and teethers #and he will bottle feed you but you didn't hear me say that #i'm dizzy #on fridays we share with the class #tw dark content #tw daddy kink #tw age play #tw yandere #x reader #f!reader #aged up characters #bakugou katsuki

[maleyanderecafe]

My Cute Stalker Idolizes Me Too Much (Manga)

Created by: Shirizaki

Genre: Smut/Josei

Every now and then I get blessed with a submissive yandere boy and it's always the best feeling- it's like finding a golden egg or an extra piece of candy in your pocket. Anyways, the yandere in this one is a lovestruck stalker and the tone is fairly light, and the female lead is the one who initiates which is great. There is only about three chapter out so far but it is very cute.

The story starts out with Izumi being annoyed that a boy named Kai is following her. She continuously rejects him as he has been basically following her around since high school. She likes a different type than what Kai is, but her friend mentions that she's been having trouble with dating and suggests she try dating Kai. Izumi asks out Kai on a date, and sees that Izumi actually has quite a knack for taking care of children, something that Izumi finds attractive. We get to learn about why Kai is so in love with Izumi, as Izumi saved him from bullies when he was younger. The two start a trial dating, however, Izumi gets frustrated as Kai isn't making any moves. As a result, she invites Kai to her place and pushes him down to have sex, only for Kai to pass out as he's overwhelmed. The next day, Kai asks his friend Eiji for advice on how to initiate, pointing out that Kai still sees her more as a goddess rather than an actual person, which is one of the main reasons that Kai wasn't initiating in the first place. Eiji ends up being attracted to Izumi when he sees her, causing Kai to feel insecure as Eiji is also basically Izumi's type. Kai and Izumi end up having sex at his place this time, but Kai attempts to initiate. Izumi ends up taking over instead, leading as Kai still seems to be nervous. The two don't actually have sex, but their relationship gets closer. Izumi tries to deny that she likes him, however, but seems to really like him. She ends up meeting Eiji as she's ordering pizza, and Eiji even later goes up to her to confess his feelings (even saying that if she doesn't like Kai, she should just dump him which like... wtf). Izumi ends up rejecting Eiji declaring her love for Kai and afterwards Kai and Izumi have sex. At the end of this chapter, the two of them move in with them, with him being obsessed with her as always.

So again, very cute story, I like how it's playing out so far. The female lead is pretty cool because while it does take the friend pushing her to try new things, so does at least try to go through with them, though like a lot of female protags with yanderes, she tends to be a bit annoyed that he has all of these stalking tendencies. I'm always a fan of more assertive females anyways and considering this is a josei (and most joseis don't have assertive females as far as I can tell) it is a god send for me.

Kai on the other hand is a pretty light yandere all things considered. He's like a mix of a stalker and a worshipper type yandere which I feel is pretty common in more lighter submissive yanderes, though he takes the worshipper part of it to a higher level than most, not wanting to be taint her. He does learn to see her more as a person as the story goes on, but I imagine that's not something that will go away completely for a while. He is very persistent in his love for her initially though in the end it's Izumi that initiates first (mostly in sex but in other factors too). I hope that he stays subby though I've seen too many stories where the yandere becomes dominate for no reason, though I'd be okay if he were a soft switch. In any case, most of his yandere tendencies are mostly played for laughs from him constantly confessing to her and getting turned down, to taking picture of her and in the end going crazy with the stalking by making cookies of her amongst other things. But he is very cute and youthful, which I think is a good match for Izumi.

Overall, a good start to a josei story (at least for me). There isn't a whole lot of drama currently going on (except I guess that brief moment with Eiji and probably some more interpersonal drama), but I think it's still a very sweet story. If you like more subby yanderes, then please check this one out.

#My Cute Stalker Idolizes Me Too Much #male yandere #yandere boy #yandere #recommendations #ongoing #manga

[fourthwifematerial]

garden of forking paths | 四 | part i. guilty

yandere lord tengen x fourth wife, eiji. word count: 7,077. explicit content. 18+ MDNI

man proposes, heaven disposes.

please be mindful of the ample warnings as we're all responsible for curating our own fandom experience✌️ this chapter contains ultimatums & coercion of an intimate nature, deception, forced marriage, dubious consent on all fronts, foreplay, degradation, consummation & deflowering, forced orgasms, self harm (not in the way you might be thinking) & scarification, nonsexual voyeurism, an off screen rape & accompanying aftermath, murder, threats of suicide, and a very apologetic author for taking on another behemoth when she still has works in progress

She’s never worn a piece so fine as her sister’s wedding kimono. 

Bathed in white, the shiromuku settles heavily on her body and soul… A chilling wave passes through her as she stares herself down in the mirror. Crown to cunt, settling deep in her gut. Her nerves are at a fever pitch, threatening to boil over and lash out at any moment.

She hardly recognizes the woman staring back at her. Hardly an easy feat for one such as Eiji. The heavens saw fit to bring flesh to her reflection, one she was forced to protect their whole lives.

On their worst days, Emiko was more her charge than blood. A painful reality for the younger of the two. Years spent in her shadow, ready to strike those that would see her harmed. For flowers so lovely as the twins, it was ugly work in the Red Light District.

No. Her looks were always a matter of contempt rather than ignorance. The bride is abundantly aware of what she looks like.

The palette, however, is new.

A traditional visage for a traditional bride. Something the girls at the brothels were never granted beyond the realm of a marriage born from ashinuke or a buyout.

She couldn’t give into the temptation to touch. She wouldn’t risk damaging the canvas, eyes and lips painted as they were.

There was little need for it before all this. It wasn’t something she ever envied or missed. The closest she came to seeing herself with a full face was her sister. 

Still. Not a trace of either sibling in the looking glass.

Eiji has never looked so beautiful. Nor as frightened.

Even through the beads of sweat lining her temples, she was grateful for the katsura wig concealing her sparse hairs. Remnants of her days in the Sisterhood, her cut had yet to grow past her ears. Her keeper was generous enough to postpone the marriage until after their wounds had healed.

It wouldn’t do for the ruse to end on such a glaring oversight. 

The pins adorning the piece look costly. Too extravagant for one as modest as Sister Eiji. Hazarding a guess, it looked to be worth more than a month’s wages at the brothel.

Cocking her head to the side, her eyes catch on the embroidered flowers that rest upon the uchikake. The sharp angles and thorns give birth to a dangerous suggestion.

“Not enough…”

She gives voice to the intrusive thought before thinking better of it. Seppuku is on the girl’s mind, though she’s not fool enough to follow through. Would that she could and spare herself the devastation of this whole affair.

A delicate touch presses on her shoulder. It’s soft, but there’s an edge… as if the owner doesn’t have the strength for a proper scolding.

“Remember what this is for,” breathes a hushed voice of admonishment. “If I’m to marry him, I’ll never forgive you.”

Standing vigil is her better half. Wrapped in more fabrics than she’s accustomed; her kimono a muted black, with what little she has left of her once prized locs concealed under a zukin. The wimple is an unassuming periwinkle. Nearly so blue as the virgin snow.

While Eiji might dance with the idea, Emiko has every intention of bedding it. Neither sister needs the reminder… 

Even once more and I’ll die. By my own hand if need be.

The threat lingers unspoken between them. Emiko draws back her hand, holding the wataboshi with a white knuckled grip to match. Placing the bridal hood upon her sister’s head, she collects herself with a sniff. 

They meet each other’s gazes in the mirror, color on their lids nearly matching at this point. While one wore rouge, the other bore far less intent. Her eyes are red rimmed from endless days and nights spent sobbing. The anger and resentment, the fear, the loathing—it’ll end her life before the blade has a chance to. 

Placing the bridal hood upon her sister’s head, Emiko nods in approval.

“You’re ready.” Her voice is broken, still shot from the fight. 

Drying the twin tracks running down her cheeks, she lets her go.

No processional. No one to give her away. No tears in tribute.

She doesn’t even see their betrothed until the purification rites. 

For as taboo as it sounds, she doesn’t consider Lord Uzui to be her husband. All the same, she’ll take her sister’s place as his lady wife. She has no choice, not if she wants to keep her alive and unmolested.

It’s all she can do to keep her sister in her prayers as she draws water into the chouyuza’s ladle, washing their sins clean. Twice, in as many hishaku, before rinsing her mouth with a third.

Uzui works himself over in silent tandem. Much as she’s loath to admit it, his refined montsuki haori and golden hakama make the man striking… gorgeous, even. His starlight hair was worn up when last she saw him. And now it rests, barely grazing his broad shoulders. 

This is the closest she’s been to someone of the opposite sex who wasn’t a client. He hardly made a favorable impression to start. She didn’t know him well enough now to gauge his intent. Whether she’s walking into a den of wolves or a field of rabbits strikes her as a mystery she wouldn’t solve until he was already inside her, she’s sure of it.

Their union is a somber affair before the Shinto priest. Intimate. Tense. Almost severe.

The priest gives the blessings. 

With the marriage announcement, Uzui bows where they stand. She realizes too late that she missed the prayers in favor of the mounting anxieties taking root. Nudging her out of her daze, she follows suit. Muscle memory and a lifetime of obedience takes her hand and guides the path before her. 

The saké teases her lips and she finds herself tempted to drink before long. It’s not until passing off the small and medium cup that they are permitted to imbibe. She focuses on her throat, still burning from the alcohol as they move on to the rings. It keeps her present of mind enough to fulfill the task she’s been charged with.

A ring is slid on her finger. His handling isn’t rough with her but he’s hardly gentle. When she does the same, she notes the calluses on his battle-worn hands—a testament to his years spent honing his skills in combat.

The warmth throws her. She stills beneath his touch… Even worse when he’s cast his garnet gaze on her like that. With that smile on his lips, he almost looks fond. He turns her hand over and gives her wrist a small caress, far more tender than he’d been with the rings.

She has the grace to blush. The watashobi only allows her so much coverage from his prying eyes, so she takes advantage where she can. His vows barely register. When it’s her turn, her voice is a hollow echo of the priest’s dictation.

“I will marry this man,” he says.

“I will marry this man.”

“No matter what may come, I will love him, console him, help him. Until death.” 

“No matter… No matter what may come, I will love him. Console him. Help him… Until death.”

“These things, I swear.”

“These things… I swear.”

The shrine maiden presents twin Sakaki branches to the couple. In turn, they place the branches upon the altar. Together they bow twice and clap in quick succession. 

With the stinging of her palms and roar of her ears, it’s over.

It’s finally over.

In every other respect, this is only the beginning.

There was before Tengen… and after.

In another life, she might have been simple… a simple girl of simple means, grown into a simple woman.

What bliss.

No simple girl would ever endure the hand fate had dealt her. They’d never even know it’s touch, let alone see the blow coming.

Back when Eiji had a purpose, she was a nun.

Her mandate was as simple as things went for her. Find your sister, they told her. Find her, mind her. The task proved easier said than done for an Oiran in the brothels of Yoshiwara.

No. If she was anything like the girls to grow up not knowing any better, she’d have thought it a heavenly night. 

The scene was a deep wash of cerulean and coal; falling snow aglow with what moonlight peered behind the kawara roof. A contoured edge ran crisp over the engawa, shadows and flakes stopping in tandem before she could so much as wet her feet.

It was the tenderest mercy she would be afforded in a place such as this.

The languid stream of smoke bled from her lips, too soon to think over another drag as she set her gaze on the abyssal sky.

Her brows furrowed, eyes pleading the heavens for intervention when she couldn’t will the tragic whimpers and panicked groans from breaching the walls.

The only warmth known to her was the burn between her fingers and the fury in her veins, neither poison more bitter than the last. 

If her lungs didn’t fail her, it was bound to be her heart.

After a terribly violent gasp, Eiji tossed the remains of her cigarillo into the mounting snow, the pressing need for quiet far surpassing any desire for escapism. Flush palms ran over the veil concealing her ears. 

Enmeshed in a deathbed of white, the snuffed out embers found themselves buried under the fresh flakes. 

“Stop it.” A whispered bid—painful as it was fruitless. She broke on the words, knowing they’d never reach the bedroom. “Put her out of her misery, damn you.”

If that fucker didn’t come soon, she was going to have to finish the job. Tear the stuck pig limb from limb, out of the frying pan and into the fires of Hell. He would bleed for this.

She wouldn’t betray her vows. She only sought to avenge her sister’s rape. Nothing more, nothing less.

You can’t afford to fall apart. You know she can feel you. You have to be strong for her.

And before she could make good on that promise, there was nothing. Not a breath, not a sound.

The silence was deafening and nearly so oppressive as the screams.

The divine stall, dutifully prostrate before the raging tempest. 

Any relief felt was dead on arrival. She knew better than to get comfortable. Her shoulders were still wound tight as a bow primed for the shot. Tense and waiting. 

Rooms away, Eiji could hear the pleas so viscerally… 

“Eiji—” she cried, her voice a death rattle that cut to the marrow. “Sister… Help me.”

                                 a crash in the distance.

                                 a whisper of fabric on the 

                                 wind. 

                                 the final screams to prelude              

                                 disaster.

The shoji was barely ajar before she’d pushed her way inside. She rushed past the hall of incredulous voyeurs, all with the same questions on their minds and lips.

She didn’t even know where they��d put her tonight. She had to follow the commotion like a dog after a vendor in the streets.

Desperate. Near rabid with its goal to fulfill. Out for blood.

If she centered herself, she could be by her side in an instant.

But her mind was racing. She had no time, no focus. All of her being narrowed on the sole objective of leaving this place for good.

Ashinuke beckoned with an outstretched palm whose finger curled so seductively, there was no need to ask twice.

The door flew open with a shout, “Emiko!”

She surveyed the room. Save the cowering fuck in the corner, it was a barren sight.

Dragging him by the collar of his disheveled robe, she hauled his sweating hull from the ground.

“Tell me where they took her,” she demanded. “I’ll gut you, I swear it.”

He shook beneath her. When the night air kissed the tracks on her cheeks, she didn’t have to look hard. There was a gaping hole in the screen of the shoji, ushering the cold inside.

You cried for me… 

She shook the memory, focusing solely on the path ahead of her. Her entire world fixated on what little she could see from outside the door; a mere pinprick of vision in that busted screen. All she was able to manage were the snapping swords of some third party who’d entered the fray.

The pig squealed, fear coursing through him at the prospect of a fight.

“Useless,” she spat.

Blood came when the words failed him. The blade from her sleeve made fast work of disposing his filth without preamble or mercy.

                                       sank into his ear… 

                                       pull out game for

                                       the gods.

                                       …dragged across 

                                       his throat.

He slumped pitifully at her feet, exsanguinating below her turning frame. She was already following after the chaos—dried her tears and righted the cloth just under her eyes.

The body was still warm as she made for the biting cold.

Eiji sullied the courtyard’s pristine canvas. She ran as fast as her feet could carry her. Didn’t make it very far in the dark; someone flew overhead, missing her entirely. 

What should have urged her all the more only brought her to her knees.

She couldn’t afford to falter like this, not when the wager was her sister’s life. 

“No one’s after you,” she muttered to herself. “There’s no time for this… Get up.”

She had to press on. So why couldn’t she move?

Eiji refused to give way to the fear. Surveying the perimeter, there was little to be done and less to be seen.

It had to be now.

Closing her eyes, she leveled her breath. Slow. Deliberate. 

She emptied her lungs with a hiss in her throat and put her all into seeking Emiko out.

With the rolling of her stomach subsided, she picked herself off the street. 

Nails bit crescent moons into the meat of her palms, arms trailing behind her as she took off into the direction she foresaw. 

She felt her. She saw her in mind’s eye. 

Smelled the cracked wood in the air. Burnt, not yet ablaze. 

Blood… so much blood.

Eiji found her before too long, limbs akimbo under the caved-in front of a vacant business.

Her sister wasn’t alone. Shock coursed through her as she took it all in.

Three women crowded the body. One at her head, keeping her still, as the others made quiet work of removing the debris from her broken form.

She didn’t have to turn to know they were less alone than the moments that had passed. “Is she dead?” The man asked, feckless to a fault.

He was an eager one, wasn’t he. If this had been out of character for the man, if he’d been a stranger to them… surely they would have reacted.

The smallest among the women only threw herself at him with tears in her eyes.

“Lord Tengen,” she sobbed. “We couldn’t find the lair. I’m so sorry.”

He nodded towards Emiko, his eyes never straying from her unconscious frame. “And the girl?”

“An Oiran.” The name fell from Eiji’s lips with the ease and vitriol of a curse, “Kyogoku House.”

Every stranger encountered this night turned to her, suddenly occurring to them she was worth acknowledging at all. Turned on her just as quickly.

“Kakushi are meant to be seen… not heard,” he warned with a snap, all bitterness.

An incredulous echo fell from her lips, “Kakushi?”

He pinned her down, swiftly and effectively cutting the indignant echo from the root.

“Now what did I just say.” 

The man towering over wasn’t asking, not remotely. He looked at her nearly expectant, all but daring her for a response.

Thick arms neutralized the struggle, pressing into her to drive the point home. Voice lowered in tandem with his head, the words in her ears enough to fill her gut with coal. 

“If you’re going to interrupt, at least make it worth my while. Might just be tempted to take matters into my own hands and modify the offense.”

“Don’t. Please… stop. You can’t touch her. Please don’t touch her.”

Eyes fell shut as she laid witness to the swan song rasping from her sister’s bruised lips. 

Tears streamed, hot and itching. Time slowed to a crawl. “Emiko. Forget about me,” she bade. “You have to save your strength.”

Gravel dug into her cheek the rougher he forced her down. A hitch in her breath. Eiji kept her gaze fixed ahead, locked on the carnage. 

The women on assist weren’t concerned with lowering their voices. 

“The hell’s a nun doing in the Red Light District?” 

“You can’t say that in front of her, idiot.”

She burned under the heat of their scrutiny. Even more as his touch grazed her prone form, searching for weapons. It seemed he’d been blessed with brains to match his brawn and beauty after all.

“You’ve got red on you,” he noted. “You must have seen something.”

“Not my blood.” The words ran cold on her tongue. Near metallic as the blood staining her veil. “He’s dead now.”

“And the demon spared you after it fed?”

“Sir, there was no demon.”

He turned her over. Crouched over her thighs, urging her to continue.

“Patron. Something took her and he was a shit witness. I eliminated my sister’s rapist. If you have complaints, I suggest you keep them to yourself.”

“Eliminated, huh?” He pressed, incredulous. His eyes returned to the women tending to Emiko’s injuries. “Don’t suppose she’s one of ours?”

His aubergine companion spoke with unbidden ease. “Lord Tengen.” A pressing gentleness, as if shepherding apoplectic cats in their twilight years rather than the man straddling her. “In polite society, there are certainly ways to extract such information.” 

He eyed her beneath his rippling thighs. Considered the account she’d woven for him. “You really don’t know anything?”

“If I knew what you were talking about, I’d tell you.” She met his gaze, beseeching. “Please, just help my sister. Kill me for my crime if you must, but please… She needs to leave this place.”

When the weight on her thighs was suddenly relieved, she had little time to breathe. He loomed over her, making fast work of tossing her over his shoulder.

“Don’t go getting too dramatic on me, Sister. Isn’t blind faith supposed to be your thing?” He gave her backside a condescending slap before taking off.

Too burnt out from the fight to argue, she merely allowed herself to be lulled by his hellish pace.

She hadn’t slept in so long. The push and pull of the jostle took her back to that day.

Fractured memories of the shore. She was no more than a child then. Now a woman grown, the bitter cold kissed her cheeks.

She looked out on the water’s edge. The drag of the waves. The crash as they touched back down.

Walking into the sea, she collapsed. Falling onto her knees, the water soaked her kimono. She abandoned her zukin, letting the habit drift away. When she looked down, there was an isolated pool of blood.

Her eyes widened, hands shaking as she dragged her touch underneath. The source of the bleed was heavy. She pulled desperately, fighting the mounting tide and her own limitations. 

When it breached the surface, she was loathed to lose her grip.

She knew that face. She wore that face. 

Realization dawned on her and she was all the more desperate to retrieve what the watery grave that saw to claim from her. 

Limp in her arms. On death’s door, if she hadn’t crossed the Sanzu River already. When she opened her eyes, they were worse than void—they were dead.

Eiji woke with a start, her own eyes locked on the ceiling of the infirmary with a scream locked in her throat.

The medical wing remained so unclouded, so quiet, there was a small part of her that considered she might be dead already.

Eyes blinking into consciousness, she wondered to herself how everything got so fucked.

“The prodigal daughter wakes,” came a rasping welcome.

“Emiko!”

She nearly tripped over herself trying to reach out to her; the hand beckoning her closer so small under the covers. 

Closing the distance between them, Eiji was treated to a slap to the cheek. She didn’t even register it at first. Her expression thrown, ears roaring. 

“You’ve killed me, bringing me here.” Her voice was as weak as her will to live. “Good as signed my death warrant, you bitch.”

Eiji stared in shock before it hit her as one thousand blows.

She was asleep.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t protect her. Hell, she was barely able to find her on time. She’d failed her and the burning realization that there might be more threatens to consume her.

“What happened while I was out?”

Emiko turned away with a hiss—either from aching injuries or her own malcontent, she’ll never tell. “You heard what Lord Tengen said,” she groused. “Demons and the like. He works to annihilate them…”

Her throat went dry in an instant. “What?”

“Sissy, I’m tired.”

Already having rolled to her side and brought the bedding past her ears, Emiko’s eyes pooled. She let the tears fall away from view but couldn’t hide the way her shoulders shook.

exhaustion. trauma. betrayal.

Thoughts swirled in a vicious cycle. She was as furious as she was suicidal.

exhaustion. trauma. betrayal.

The unspoken reverie was loud enough to hear even separated from the bond their blood allowed.

exhaustion. trauma. betrayal.

It was all Eiji could do to crawl into bed with her, arms wrapped around her trembling body. 

“Are you more angry that I couldn’t save you… or that I did?”

“Don’t be stupid.” Emiko rolled to face her sister, curling tight against her as a babe to its mother. 

“Too late,” she teased gently. Her voice is gentle as the touch that ran up and down her back. “Then tell me. What is it?”

“Just cursing the heavens for damning us with this face and body. And all the bastards who came before Uzui.”

Eiji kept her eyes on the wavering fist curled around the sterile linens they both wore. Trailing her fingers up her back, she brings her palm to her sister’s hair. Pulled her in close, stroking her scalp. She said nothing, merely gave her the means to speak.

“He’s a Hashira. Former Shinobi, by his own account.”

“Shinobi,” she echoed, incredulous. Aren’t they meant to be a dying breed?

“I can’t deliver on the promise I made. I was coerced into accepting his hand, it was the only payment he wanted…” Emiko kept talking over her, vision clouded as if in a daze. “I couldn’t just let him kill you… we needed safe passage.”

A fresh tremor coursed through her. The sight chilled Eiji’s blood.

Bloodshot eyes nearly so vacant as her dream stared back. She didn’t have to hear it to know. 

“Emiko… look at me.” She was desperate with tears of her own threatening to break.

“I can’t go through this again. I refuse. Even once more and I’ll die. By my own hand if necessary.”

Her head shook, stunned to silence.

“Those women are his wives. Says I should get used to them.”

“I can’t let you go through with this!” She refuted further, “I won’t. Not for my sake.”

Holding her hands flush against her ears, Emiko’s eyes shut. Face twisting in anguish and grief, she pushes away from her. “Sleep first, then dream.”

“I’m not dreaming. I���m pleading… Let me help you.”

“You don’t understand,” Emiko argued. “That night… It left me with scars, scars you haven’t seen. He saw me. He saw all of me.”

Eiji’s face flushed with anger. “He fucked you?”

“No… He only kept me talking while I was bandaged. Said he wants to wait until the wedding night to touch me.”

“Show me,” she insisted. “If he’s seen it, I need to see.”

It’s a beat before either moved, let alone spoke. Eiji pushed herself off the bed to stand on shaky ground. She was wary, but didn’t argue. Her sister looked away in a pastiche of offered modesty.

“You can look,” she prompted, voice faint.

When Eiji returned her gaze, visions of that night returned with a vengeance. 

pierced. mutilated. shattered.

Breaking on a sob, she saw her under the roof collapse so vividly as she did that night.

pierced. mutilated. shattered.

Her sister’s skin was tattooed, marred with the visible representation of her own failure. Hypertrophic scars cut around her waist. A contracture piece gnarled on her back. Superficial grazes claw across her breasts. 

pierced. mutilated. shattered.

She had to avert her eyes, choking on her own shame. She would never forgive herself. 

Head raised to the heavens, she was anywhere else.

“The Madame will never have me back now,” Emiko noted wryly. “At least there’s one good thing out of this mess, even if it won’t last—”

With the shattering of glass, the words died in her throat. It took seconds for her eyes to catch up, watching her sister follow after the broken vase. Eiji was there, already on the ground. There seemed to be no rhyme, reason, nor method to her madness.

“What are you doing?”

She sifted through the rubbish on hands and knees, seeking out the perfect instrument for her needs. She’d have to start soon while the sight was fresh in her mind… The rest were tossed aside.

“I’m not letting you down again.”

“What does that even mean?” She pleaded, “Eiji, stop… You’re scaring me.”

And still, she refused her. Not until hope was secured.

Lord Uzui ushers his bride inside the bedchamber, quickly sliding the door shut behind him.

no prying eyes, no vying wives.

Eiji makes to sit on the marital bed, still lost to the events of the day. It’s an absolute miracle her knees haven’t given out already.

“Not so fast.” 

The command chills her to the marrow. He’s behind her before she can react, let alone flee. Uzui pins her in place, a belt of his corded arms wrapping around her middle. Despite the warmth, she’s frozen in place as she stiffly shies from his touch. 

His voice in her ears only drags her further. “Let me look at you.”

It’s not permission he’s after. He’s taking what he wants tonight.

Kissing down the column of her neck, he gives her tit a rough pinch. The assault punches a groan out of her throat, “Lord Tengen, please.”

“Look at that. My prized whore acting like a virgin for her husband. How quaint is this.”

“I just don’t want to sully the garments.” She pushes past the fear and finds her voice. “With all your wives, I don’t see you stopping at four… who knows when you’ll need it again.”

The man drops his arms. There’s a soft sound, almost muffled. She looks over her shoulder and he’s laughing behind a manicured fist. Her eyes widen, the whiplash becoming all too much to bear.

He watches her, watching him. He doesn’t react to being caught. Doesn’t scold her or tease. Merely lowers his hand, leaving only a seductive beam in its wake as he leans forward to take the wataboshi hood from her head.

His gaze lingers on her lips. Before he thinks to act on base impulse and desires, he turns to place the hood away for safekeeping. She trails after him and shirks off the uchikake, offers him the robe and fan. Fingertips graze, earning a hum of anticipation from her husband.

“If you’d prefer me not to do the rest, I suggest you undress yourself.”

She bows. “Thank you, Lord Tengen.”

“Your respect and frugality are refreshing.” A sigh escapes him. “With any hope, you’ll rub off on the others… In more ways than one, I imagine. And I can imagine quite a lot.”

Her cheeks flush at the suggestion. 

He gropes her ass as he passes, already stripping as he takes his spectator’s seat at the foot of the bed. Uzui watches her as an expectant beast would his prey. She takes a steadying breath when he bids her to start.

Eiji thinks of the shamisen players in the brothels. She wills the strings to the forefront of her mind. Her eyes are closed as she tugs at the knot of her obi-jime… 

No more than a feather on the stream, the silken cord spills to the floor with unbidden ease. 

Her ivory obi joins the pool of fabric at her feet. She gives herself over to the music, abandoning her nerves.

Deftly unfastening the datejime leaves her kimono hanging loose. She sheds the rest like a second skin, stepping out of her confines in only her slip of a nagajuban.

More than a chrysalis. A rebirth.

The juban is her only defense. She knows it’s guileless to hope, to dream. It’s all she could have wanted just to keep her sister from the bedchamber.

No. She will do what needs to be done.

When the last whisper of cloth leaves her exposed, she’s quick to cover herself. A futile gesture born from her days in the convent.

A hand catches her wrist and she’s far too exhausted to fight him. Neither for her body, nor her modesty.

Fingers curl around her own as he guides her to the bed. Pushing her gently, back flush against the futon, he holds her in check with only his right hand; keeping her arms raised so nothing might obstruct his view.

He appraises every inch of her flesh, taking his left to explore with the pad of his touch.

neck and collarbone. sternum. breasts.

Kneading her aching tit, Uzui nods in approval. “Scratches are gone,” he notes. “Didn’t even leave a scar.”

her ribs. her waist. 

He traces the lesion with reverence. “I’m sorry I wasn’t of more use to you then.”

The words tumble from her lips before she can stop them. “You’re blameless,” she says under her breath. 

“Come again?”

“My… my sister. She feels every bit of shame for that night. There’s nothing left. Please don’t trouble yourself.”

Moments pass without a word. Just when she’s about to take it all back, he’s pressing kisses into the worst of it.

Eiji chokes on a whine, eyes widening in shock. “Ah!”

“I think your sister would disagree with you there,” he whispers tenderly against her belly. “I only met her once but she looked like she wanted to kill me for even breathing the same air as you.”

Her heart stutters in her chest, conflicted between the sensations roiling through her and the threat of being found out. She keeps her mouth shut. Neither pleasure nor information would pass her lips. Not when she’s come so far… 

She would not let her down again.

Once she found the ideal shard of glass, she made fast work of undressing herself.

“What are you going to do?” Emiko asked desperately.

Eiji walked to her sister’s bedside. She caressed her face. “I’m going to protect you.”

She returned to her own bed, drawing the curtains around her.

Before she lost her nerve, she pressed the glass into herself. She kept digging the piece further inside until she was certain it would take.

She ignored the cries and pleas of her sister. She had to do this. She had to make this right.

With a trembling fist curled around the bloodied glass, she took a leveling breath. 

“Once more,” she urged herself.

She dragged the piece along her back, piercing herself to the hilt. Eiji didn’t need a reference to know. She’d never forget for as long as she lived… It would take her a great deal longer to forgive herself.

Falling to her knees, she curled in on herself… With her body shaking from the shock of it, the deed was finally done.

“Never… Never…”

He laps at the trail of pink with his lips, relishing what reactions slip past her schooled features.

“Even still, it’s healed up nicely,” Uzui remarks, dragging her back with him. “Clean margins, not a trace of infection.”

“You certainly know your way around a battered woman.”

“If you recall, my girls are former Kunoichi. Scars are a part of the work culture… You’ll fit in perfectly, my little prize.”

Eiji masks her disgust with a breathy titter. “And here I thought I’d scared you away,” she quips.

“Thought or hoped?”

With those three little words, the room chills around her. She won’t allow herself to falter.

“I am but a traumatized woman.” A dangerous answer to feed a dangerous question. “You don’t think they're mutually exclusive?” 

He bullies her legs open with the mass of his bicep. Abandoning her arms, he locks her in place with a firm hold on her hip. Rakes his nails against the meat of her thigh, all too quick to soothe the path with his tongue, just as before.

“Answer me,” he growls against her.

Before she can think better of it, she pushes against his shoulder. He buries his face in her cunt, undaunted by her silent protests. 

One swipe of his tongue and she’s gone.

“I… I thought!” Her thighs tighten around him, despite herself. “We had—ngg! We had a… a deal—”

A harsh slap to thigh has her opening back up for him. She stifles a cry behind a shaking palm. He carries on batting at her clit in rapid succession, her groan turning helpless when he buries himself past his knuckles. 

Two fingers with a wail on the third, too thick as they scissor inside.

She’s anywhere else.

The cacophony of noises bleeding from her lips has her mind racing in tandem with her pulse.

Unrelenting pleasure. Blinding sin.

He makes quick work slinging her legs over his shoulders. Colors her thighs with his affections, cups her cunt. She jerks further into the assault.

Propping himself on the balls of his feet, he suckles his fingers. Uzui laves up the juices, savoring every morsel of her essence. 

“And you’d never do anything to rescind a deal, would you, sweet Emiko.”

She doesn’t answer, doesn’t dare dignify him with a response. If Uzui wants to go fishing, he can drown in her silence for all she cares.

Slow to start, he presses down and teases her all the more. Middle finger lapping her juices, he fucks them deeper every time. His wrist twists without resistance. It’s all she hears. He latches onto her clit, a steady staccato of tongue and teeth with his forearm shining with sweat and her own wetness.

Bracing for the forced release, she maintains a white knuckle grip on the sheets beneath her.

Thighs shaking. Stomach tensing. But it’s over before she can fall over that razor thin edge.

He pulls out without mercy, without warning. She sobs at the loss, sweat beading along her temples and brow.

Uzui takes his time spreading her lips, appreciating her cunt twitching around nothing apart from a watchful eye and wandering touch to match. He slaps her tit, diving back into the fray. She’d scream if she thought it would help.

She’s never felt anything like it. 

His nose prods her clit while he gives her a tongue lashing she’s never known. He laps up her juices like a condemned man drinking his last.

Hooking his fingers, Eiji sees white. She came under him and he fucked her right through it, fingering her while spreading his idle hand over her middle. His pinky caresses her scar with such care, almost worship.

It takes her far too long to register he’s been grinding into her splayed thigh.

He’s hot on her bare skin, heavy and thick… She doesn’t have to see him to know.

As if he can read her trepidation like a damn book, he takes her hand and drags it encouragingly over his cock. “You can touch,” he offers.

She says nothing, denying him all the more. Pushing against his advances, she means to end this encounter. Any longer, she fears he may see fit to fuck her into the little hours.

He pushes her back no less than three times before relenting. Fed up with her efforts, he scoffs angrily. “Should’ve brought Suma in to sit on your face,” he laments, all petulance.

Tossing her over his shoulder, he settles her before the bureau. 

“Hands against the wood,” he instructs her curtly, nodding where he wants her. Damn bastard’s already slotting a knee between her legs. “Forearms, too.”

When she does so, he roughly forces her back into an arch. Eiji hears the whistle of the strike before the pain registers. Feels the dresser’s chill graze her nipples before the burn on her bottom. She grits her teeth, detaching herself from the scene.

His touch roves across the handprint left behind before drawing back to hit her again.

Appreciating the canvas before him is a short lived reward.

One hand with an iron grip on her chin forces her attentions. He pinches and gropes what he can reach with the other, the taunting lilt of his voice never leaving her.

“Open those eyes.” The order sends tingles down her spine. “Let me see my gorgeous bride.”

Another thrashing leaves her crying out. He tightens around her jaw, tears flowing freely now.

She does as he commands, her deep brown gaze at last meeting his scrutiny.

It’s when she catches sight of herself in the mirror that her resolve nearly crumbles at his fingertips.

where did emiko end…

                                      …where did eiji begin?

He takes her in his arms, flush against her back as he cages her against the dresser. Uzui sucks a bruise just under her ear, his eyes never leaving the mirror. He feeds his cock inside her, ears singing with every scratch of her nail against the wood. 

A rough gasp tears its way through her. Eiji remains frozen to his whims as he callously fills her to the hilt. Barely four thrusts as he meets no resistance.

He can’t help but groan at the sight of her. 

Stuck-still, she’s too shocked to move, to speak or breathe. 

It’s not long before he tires of her cockwarming and his grunts fill the room with a renewed pace. One sharp snap begot the rest and her cunt fell so tight around him.

He sets a punishing staccato, the sounds of them filling the room in a symphony gone wrong. Coaxing the cries from her, Uzui kept pushing and pushing… bottoming out until he was coming apart himself. 

“How can a whore like you be so damn tight,” he murmurs, nearly slurring his abuses. “All that work getting you open? What a waste…”

Beads of sweat make a mess of his forehead, the silver strands of his hair catching on his skin. She flushes beneath him as he nears his release.

“Keep those eyes on me,” he commands. “I want you to see who’s making you come.”

She holds more than her will as she looks at her husband. She holds her contempt. Her rage… Her every motive and intent. That’s why it’s such a shock to them both when she meets him thrust for thrust for thrust. 

even as the wooden borough grates against the floor and wall. even as he works his spit inside her asshole.

“Fucking close—”

He throws his head back with a trembling exhale and stuttering hips. Eiji’s unbidden wails fall on deaf ears as he spills his seed.

His shaking breath echoes off the walls in a strange marriage of ecstasy and quiet discontent. Would that he could, he’d stay buried inside her forever. 

Uzui pulls out with a hiss, beyond loath to leave her pristine warmth. Releasing her, his gaze falls to their combined fluids trailing down her legs. He spreads her cheeks, reveling in the sight of his debauched bride.

Spent. Humiliated. Done. Eiji rests her weary head against the wood, between her trembling hands.

No blood, she relishes inwardly… with Lord Tengen none the wiser, Eiji has fulfilled her duty. If there was a shadow of a doubt, it’s gone now. He wouldn’t find proof of her innocence. It was gone by her own hand the day she gave herself her sister’s scars. 

Kisses press against her spine, all the way down to her tailbone. He massages her bruised and bruising flesh while huffing in the musk of their consummation. She twitches under his watchful eye and it’s all the prompting he needs to dive back in for seconds, albeit gently this time.

The deft tongue that pleasured her is the deft tongue that cleans her. She doesn’t shy from it this time. He feels the stark contrast as she bears down on his face, grunting his approval as he lazily stokes himself.

It’s not just for her benefit. Tengen knows that despite the closed doors, this intimate moment was always going to be shared.

Not his wives. Not even the heavens.

He knows the nun is sitting vigil at this exact moment, waiting outside those very doors to tend to her battered sister.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure that was her role back in Yoshiwara. Poor girl’s never known the touch of a man, has never come apart by another’s tender care… judging by her disdain that night, she’d likely only ever heard the shameful encounters of brutes and bastards. 

Who was he to deny her? To deny either of them?

If the Sister wanted a show, he’d give that holy voyeur the most flamboyant fucking of her damned life.

Emiko sits beneath a wash of indigo, the stars shining bright enough to spite her. She wrings her hands, anxiously praying he’d be done with her soon. The sun was barely set when they arrived back from the ceremony… He’s had her in there for hours.

It’s all she can do to pray he’d leave her soon enough.

“Stop it.” The familiar prayer falls from her lips, a hush of a bid. She broke on the words as her sister had done so many nights. “Put her out of her misery, damn you.”

In the quiet isolation of the veranda, the only voyeur is the moon above. Emiko weeps for her sister. She weeps for herself.

No one will mind. No one is around to hear it.

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8. 🖤 YANDERE BEST FRIEND - e. kirishima

yandere!kiri, oblivious reader, obsessive behavior, drugging (cold medicine), somnophilia, non-con, fingering, oral(fem!receiving)

Kirishima has wanted this so badly for so long. He thought he could wait, bide his time, and that you’d eventually see him as more than a friend. He’s been with you since high school, through all the ups and downs. He’s nursed you back to health after on-the-job injuries. He’s held you as you grieved the loss of other friends. He’s done everything in his power to protect you.

And yet…

You’re me best friend, Eiji. What would I do without you?

You’re both in your late 20s now, and Kirishima can’t wait any longer. He’s tried to curb his desires. He’s held himself back, told himself time and time again how wrong it would be.

Tonight, though… tonight the opportunity is just too good to pass up. It’s wrong, yeah, but it’s also easy.

You’ve been sick for a few days, a head cold that’s just kicking your ass. Kirishima came over to bring you soup only to find you passed out on your couch, a packet of PM medicine ripped open and nearly empty. He hopes you didn’t take all of the pills in one go, but you are dead to the world, and it would be a shame to just leave you here like this. So vulnerable.

Kirishima is sitting at the end of the couch by your feet, rubbing his hands nervously, attempting to wet his painfully dry mouth. He’s trying to work himself up, needs a little push.

And then you reposition yourself on the couch, turning on your back, and Kirishima suddenly can’t breathe when your knees fall apart just slightly. The push he needed.

Carefully—so carefully—he crawls higher on the couch. He can’t kiss you like he wants to. Touching your face like that might be enough to wake you, so he’ll have to refrain. So, he trails his fingers up your thighs, kisses the side of your knee.

Up, up, up, he travels, eyes flitting to your face to make sure you aren’t waking. When he finds no sign, Kirishima dares to brush over your covered core, protected only by cotton underwear. Your PJs usually only consist of large t-shirts and panties, a blessing Kirishima has always appreciated.

Taking them off entirely isn’t an option, but moving them to the side is. As gently as possible, he pulls the elastic until your folds are exposed, licking his lips at the sight. You aren’t dripping wet, still clueless as to what’s happening, but Kirishima can change that. He plans to change that.

Leaning down he begins to softly lick you, tongue delving between your folds then flicking your clit until it begins to swell between his lips. He stops when you exhale suddenly, glancing up and preparing himself for a look of shock and disgust, but your eyes are still closed.

Kirishima knows he can’t fuck you. He’s too big and wouldn’t be able to control himself. And, he’d need to hear you say you want him, help guide him into you so that he doesn’t hurt you.

He can touch you, though. He can push into your velvet walls and feel you begin to dribble slick. He can suck on your little clit and relish in the way you clench around his fingers. He can watch the way your eyebrows cinch together and your legs spread further.

You’re enjoying yourself. Even if it’s just a pleasant dream for you, that’s okay. He just wants to feel you cum, just be good and cum for him.

When Kirishima feels the engorged tissue of your g-spot, he makes sure not to hit it too hard, simply massaging the bundle. Too much pressure could be enough to wake you up, but this simple motion is still enough to make squirt leak onto his tongue.

You let out the prettiest little whimper, barely shifting your hips to press against his face. Kirishima has to be careful, hold himself back, but all he wants is to slide into your heat. His cock is throbbing with desire, slimy precum making his boxers stick to him.

Part of him even wants you to wake up. Maybe you’ll be close enough to beg him to fuck you, get you there the rest of the way.

You reach your peak just like this though, creaming on Kirishima’s fingers as your lips part in a quiet moan. He’ll never forget the way your cunt pulses around him, or the way you soak his palm in cum.

He pulls out slowly, pulls your panties back over your pussy and bites his lip when you soak through them. Kirishima just finishes licking you off his hand when you begin to stir, blinking sleepy eyes at him.

“Eiji?”

“Hey, you,” he grins, a throw pillow securely on his lap to cover his obvious hard-on. “I brought you some soup.”

You wipe your face and show a lazy smile. “You’re a god send. How would I survive without you?”

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#kirishima x reader #Eijirou kirishima x reader #bnha x reader #tw yandere #tw noncon

[thecuriousquest]

Right, so 😅

I’m back the soap request person is back.

For that prompts lists, I have many ideas but I’ll put them all in 1 by 1 so you’ll be spammed soon 😂.

just wanted to say you’re my favourite writer on Tumblr and severely (Underline that) underrated x ❤️

for the first one however, I’m gonna put: Kirishima - H - 2 🤗

A Night Out

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Yandere themes, isolation, manipulation, Reader smokes, cigarettes mentioned

Prompt: “Why are you scared?”

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Alphabet Prompt here.

Author’s Note: OMG, you’re just such a cutie! Thank you so much. Your kindness really does mean a lot to me. I enjoy providing content for my readers, so I hope you enjoy reading it just as much as I enjoy writing it! 🖤🖤🖤 I wish the best for you, and I 100% look forward to writing anymore requests you may have for me.

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It had been a long evening at the Hero Gala. You had begged Kirishima to take you to this event after weeks of being holed up in the house as a punishment for some ridiculous infraction that you still can’t wrap your head around. Either way, he let you come with him tonight, and you’re more than glad.

However, you did tell him a little white lie during dinner. You started getting itchy for a cigarette, so you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. Eijiro hates it when you smoke, absolutely loathes it. He has punished you on more than one account for smoking, claiming that he wants to keep you safe and healthy and cigarettes won’t do that.

Dipping outside for a quick smoke break, you look around to see if anyone on the streets has a cigarette. There’s only one person smoking: a man in a long, black coat. You go up to him and ask if he can spare one.

The grin he gives you is malicious, enough to chill your bones.

“And, what’ll I get in return for giving you one?”

You cough uncomfortably as he blows smoke in your face, and you take a step back from him.

“Nevermind,” you try to end the conversation as you turn on your high heel.

He grabs you by the arm, spinning you back around to face him. The burning end of the cigarette is so close to your face, you’re afraid it might mar the skin on your cheek. You try to lean as far back as you can from him, as far as your spine will allow without breaking.

“Let go of me,” you plead. “I don’t want any trouble.”

“Too late for that, pumpkin. Why don’t you and me take a stroll? It’s a nice night out to have a pretty bitch like you on my arm.”

A thumping sound surprises you, and you watch his eyes roll into the back of his head. He slumps forward, releasing your arm.

With how far you were leaning away from him, you fall on your ass on the cold street. Looking up, you see Eijiro with his hand and forearm hardened from his quirk.

“Kiri, thank God!” You stand up and hug him.

“What are you doing getting yourself into trouble, Pebble?” He inquires as he wraps you up in a hug of his own.

There it is. That fucking word. Trouble. Trouble always leads to punishments, and you hate being punished by your boyfriend with a passion.

“I…Kiri…I’m sorry.”

“That’s not what I asked. What were you doing out here? You said you were going to the bathroom.”

You stifle a soft whimper.

“Why were you out here with another man? You weren’t trying to leave me, right?”

You look at him and clutch the lapels of his suit jacket. “No, never! I love you, Eiji. I just…wanted a cigarette.”

He regards you momentarily before deciding that you’re telling the truth. “Of course you were. How could I even think something like that. You know I don’t like you smoking though, and you lied to me.” He caresses your jaw with the back of his hardened pointer finger. “It’s gonna be hard for me to trust you now. Look at all the trouble you’ve gotten yourself into over a dumb cigarette. Doesn’t really seem worth it now, huh?”

His eyes no longer look at you with patience, but with a sardonic glint in his eyes, one that shines in the light of the dark alleyway.

You stiffen in his embrace, feeling trapped like a bird in a cage. “Please, Kiri…”

“You know I’d never hurt you too badly, right?”

After how creative his punishments can be, you’re not entirely sure. However, you know the correct response to this question. “Yes, I know.”

His deep chuckle is amplified by the small space between the brick walls.

“Then, why are you so scared?”

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere themes #triggering content #triggering themes #yandere my hero academia #boku no hero academia #my hero acedamia #my hero academia #eijiro kirishima #eijiro kirishima mha #yandere eijiro kirishima

[pervysenpaix]

But yeah I was thinking something a little more specific if that’s cool with you. Could you do something where reader doesn’t have many friends and gets a little sad when her boyfriend tells her he’s going to go out with his friends and asks her to come but she says no cause she doesn’t want to intrude but then he stays home and they cuddle and watch a movie, then they fuck. Please and thank you love❤️ but I’m probably finna go reread tech support kiri for like the 10th time cause it’s immaculate

nonnie this made me soft cause 🥺 why is she i? why is her me? feeling chatty but also lazy so we’re gonna just skip to the good bit, k? you like that, huh ? also i’m gonna twist this a bit because i’m in a mood ☹️

TW!ProHero Kiri, Shy!Reader (not with him), Gawk Gawk Super Soaker 3000 (oral!male receiving) idolization, coercion if you squint, yandere!reader if you don’t blink, pussy drunk Kiri , intimate riding, body worship

18+ NSFW CONTENT | MDNI

Eijiro Kirishima is the most caring and considerate boyfriend. He places you on this pedestal and dotes on your every whim.

He knows how you can get and he always tries to overcompensate just to make sure that you’re feeling okay.

That’s why when he heard the soft little “oh” you sighed when you saw him getting dressed he stopped dead in his tracks.

So what if the gang had planned a “boys night”, how could he have fun with the possibility that you’d be sad ? It wouldn’t work. So he invites you. You decline. So he simply undresses and joins you on the couch. Just like you knew he would.

Do you occasionally take advantage of your boyfriend’s kind and caring disposition with slumped shoulders and meek responses ? Yes.

But, who could blame you for wanting to keep a man like Kirishima to yourself? He’s literally perfect in every way. You’d have to be a fool to not appreciate it.

Still, you do feel a little guilt. He’s been working so hard and he’s been talking about this boys night all week. He claims to be content with watching reruns of Bob’s Burgers for the umpteenth time but how can you be sure?

So what do you do ?

Suck his dick of course.

Bringing that sweet persona full force you fall to your knees between his spread legs and bite your lip. Meekly gazing up at him with doe eyes and a pout. He always looks so good from this angle—towering over you like a god. Big muscles and powerful hands that could end you in an instant but the puppy like trance that befalls him as you present let’s you know that he would never.

Who really has the power here ?

His shorts lay discarded in the corner. Thick cords of muscle flex and ripple under the slow drag of your nails on his flesh. His breath hitches as you pepper sweet kisses up his toned thighs. Leisurely, you suck at the skin. Painting the canvas with darkened marks of passion. Eiji moans lustfully, placing a hand and cupping your cheek to which you meet with a kiss on his palm. You love his hands. Their so strong and beautiful. Those hands have helped bring peace and justice to world and normally you’d spend time servicing them deep in your throat but there’s something heavier that’ll settle against your tongue tonight. The object of your desire lies between his thighs too heavy to stand. Thick veins circle the girthy appendage with a purpling mushroom tip leaking pre. On instinct your tongue darts out and you can’t help the lascivious moan that tumbled in your chest. Eijiro’s brows furrow and his perfect lips part slightly revealing sparkling white, and deadly sharp, teeth. God he looks so beautiful—if you could stare at him all day you would but right now you have a job to do. One long strip from the base of his cock to his engorged tip has him rutting forward and whimpering your name. He hisses in pain laced pleasure when your nails break the skin of his thighs at the same time your wet cavern engulfs him. Eijiro melts into the sofa , literal putty in your hands as you Bob your head on the top half of his member. Your tongue swirls around his dick, spelling your name as if an enchantment. A low grow bubbles from his chest and you dare a glance at his face. Stray strands have fallen in his face, stuck to the beads of sweat forming. His lip is bruised with trickles of blood spilling in the corner from how hard he’d been biting them. God—he’s captivating. Deeper. Deeper. You urge yourself. Swallowing more and more of his massive length while your fondle his balls and dare let you fingers graze past his perineum. He jolts at the feeling but that’s for another time. You suck hard. Swirling your tongue around the tip before pulling off with a pop to spit the mixture of saliva and precum before shoving the entirety of it down your throat. Saliva drips down his heavy balls and you feel them throbbing in your hand a tell tale sign that he’s close to cumming. He does his best to warn. A strained “b-baby”, and a garbled cry of your name is all he manages before spilling his seed in your mouth. Allowing him no time to recover you pull up and sink down his fat cock. The painful stretch of it bullying into your unprepped pussy almost made you scream but you wouldn’t dare spill the liquid delight resting on your tongue. Big hands grip your cheeks slamming your pelvises together. You tangle your fingers into red strands as you pull him into a cum filled kiss. He moans at the taste , swallowing his own seed like a debauched whore. You’re so close now. The delicious curve of his cock is nestled in your womb and every twitch sends shockwaves to your gspot. Eijiro is babbling affirmations of love and praise beneath you but your too far gone to hear him. Instead you focus on the feeling of his silky strands between your feelings and his dick rubbing against your velveteen walls as you cum. He joins your climax— shooting ropes of cum until you’re both left spent and panting.

Who doesn’t like a good night in ?

#m’sorry this got out of hand #I hand to stop myself #I wanted to do bad things #god I’m biting my lip #brb gotta change my panties. #hope this meets your needs #kirishima smut #eijirou smut #eijiro x y/n #eijiro x reader #mha smut #eijiro kirishima #kirishima x black reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima x chubby reader #mha x chubby reader #mha x black reader #mha x reader #yandere reader

[yanderelionwrites]

Confession (Yandere!Eijiro Kirishima x Fem!Reader)

A drabble about the reader's inner turmoil involving the current situation Kirishima has put her in... Hope you enjoy!

Content Warning: (soft) yandere, implied kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, female reader

Word Count: 873

Kirishima made (Name) feel weird. It should be a bad weird, but it wasn’t, and that terrified her. It was a good weird, the kind that warmed her cheeks and made her heart flutter in her chest. The kind of weird she had feared would develop the longer she stayed here with the red-haired man.

(Name) had fallen for him. And she didn’t know how to feel about it.

She knows that she shouldn’t like him. He had so selfishly taken her for himself. Kept her cooped up in his home, away from any harm and away from any people. She hasn’t left the house in months. And she should hate him for that.

But she didn’t.

Kirishima is the nicest guy she’s ever met, despite what he’s done. He’s been so accommodating, making sure all of her needs are met and giving her whatever she asks for. He’s respectful too, never overstepping her boundaries and always asking for consent before touching her. (Name) can tell he loves her just as much as he says he does and it made her feel conflicted. She had never felt so much love from another person before, and she would find it sweet if it was under different circumstances. Kirishima’s the perfect guy…but he’s still a kidnapper.

(Name) groaned, burying her head in her hands. She never expected she would actually ever share his feelings! You’re not supposed to be in love with your captor! Maybe she’s just grown insane after being here for so long…

This was all so confusing. She’s dreamed of having a regular relationship for so long, but any chance of that happening has been thrown out the window. Maybe…maybe she should just take it for what it is? It wasn’t all bad staying here with Kirishima, and his place was nicer than any home she could ever afford. She had everything she needed here…and she would never have to worry about expenses again. Not to mention the presence of an attractive man who was completely devoted to her.

 Was it really okay for her to accept these feelings? Obviously no, but (Name) was too far gone to realize that.

She decided she should make it official. Let Kirishima know how she really felt about him instead of dancing around the issue any longer.

(Name) waited until it was time for Kirishima to leave for work. While it was still early in the morning, the both of them were wide awake and ready to face the day. (Name) remembers when she used to hate getting up, latching on to the covers whenever Kirishima tried to drag her out of bed. He had successfully turned her into a morning person, but she wasn’t complaining. It was better this way, as now she had more time to spend with Kiri before he went on patrol. She could actually give him a proper goodbye instead of the tired and mumbly one she used to say when she was still in bed.

“Well, I better get going. Don’t wanna be late,” Kirishima stood in the entrance adjusting his headgear before turning to (Name) with a bright smile plastered on his face. Giving her a thumbs up, he said, “I’ll see you real soon, babe. Have a good day! I love you so much!”

(Name) nodded and gave a small smile of her own. She could already feel her face growing warm as she stuttered out an unexpected response.

“You too, Eiji- Eijiro. I…I love you too.”

Kirishima had only opened the door just a crack before whipping back around. A bewildered look replaced his jovial grin, his eyes searching for any hint of dishonesty in her words. She’s never said it back to him until now and he wanted to make sure she meant it. He let go of the handle and stepped closer to (Name), heart fluttering at the sight of her embarrassed expression. She was just too cute for her own good.

“Do…do you really mean it? You love me?” He asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

(Name) smiled softly and nodded. “Yeah, I mean it, Eijiro.”

Kirishima’s heart soared when she called him by his first name. He couldn’t believe that finally, finally she had confessed and returned his feelings. He never wanted her to stop saying those three words.

Happiness and excitement took over when he rushed to (Name), embracing her in his strong arms. She gasped and laughed when he picked her up and spun her around.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me!” Kirishima cried, giggling with her as he sheepishly put her down. “Sorry, I got a little too excited there.”

“It’s okay,” (Name) said, grinning ear to ear. “I’m glad I put you in a good mood.”

“Oh, I’m more than just in a good mood! I think you’ve just made me the happiest man in the world,” He leaned down to press his forehead against hers then, taking her hands into his. “Do you think…you could say it again? I wanna hear it a thousand times over.”

(Name) chuckled once more, reaching up to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“I love you, I love you, I love you. More than anything.”

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Thanks for reading! Have a lovely day ya'll~

#yandere #yandere mha #yandere bnha #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere eijiro kirishima #yandere eijiro kirishima x reader #yandere x reader #oneshots #drabbles #yandere fic

[theres-a-body-here]

big brother kiri anon again!!

romantic ofc.. eiji thinks nobody is worthy of his quirkless little princess more than himself.. <3

(lots of breeding kink ofc.. and size kink)

and i honestly wanna see what scenario you come up with :3

Yandere!Kirishima x F!Reader

Kirishima is 42, reader is 24

Kirishima loved you

Maybe a bit too much

As far back as you can remember, he's always been protective of you. Protecting you from bullies for being quirkless and deterring any suitors. Even more so now that he's become a high-ranking pro hero. On the top 20 ranking as Red Riot to be exact.

This was supposed to be a fun party.

The other pro heroes put together a large event to celebrate Kirishima's classmate, Deku, becoming the number one hero of Japan. You wanted to opt out, seeing no reason for a quirk-deficient nobody to attend, but your brother pleaded and begged for you to come. You couldn't say no to Kiri.

It was going pretty well, up until Bakugo began to flirt with you. Kirishima saw red. He marched over and grabbed your hand and dragged you away. Before Bakugo could get a complaint and/or insult in, you two were gone.

And that's how you found yourself in this situation. Pressed against the wall of a coat closet at some hero party with your obsessive big brother.

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Eijirou began nipping at your neck with his sharp teeth. Almost as if he was marking what belongs to him. This only made you squirm even more uncomfortably as you wrapped your head around what was happening.

"E-Eiji...what are you doing?" You stammered out nervously.

"I just want my little sis all to myself." He replied huskily biting harder on your skin gripping your waist tightly taking full control of you.

You couldn't help but let out a soft moan as his sharp teeth nipped at your skin, sending shivers down your body. Eijirou chuckled at your reaction before pressing himself closer to you and whispering in your ear.

"You're mine. No one else is allowed to have you."

His words made you blush, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and arousal from the sudden close proximity. You wanted to resist his advances since this was wrong on so many levels but something inside of them made it impossible for you to stop him.

"Eiji...we can't do this..." You whispered back hesitantly.

But he just ignored your protests, continuing to nibble on your neck while running his hand up and down your side feeling every curve with such intensity that made you arch into him even more.

"Don't worry about it." He replied gruffly before claiming your lips hungrily.

As Eijiro's hand slid under your clothes and onto your wet heat, You let out a whimper. He had never touched you in such an intimate way before, and it was starting to make you feel nervous.

"Relax, Princess," he whispered against your lips as his fingers brushed against the fabric of your underwear. "I'm just showing you how much I love you."

His words did nothing to calm you down though, instead making you squirm uncontrollably as his fingers pressed harder into your slick cunt.

"Eiji..." You moaned out softly, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second under his touch.

He grinned wickedly at your reaction before suddenly slipping a finger inside and curling it upwards.

"Oh god!" You cried out louder trying to hold onto him for support.

You tried to resist your brother's advances as he started finger fucking you, but it was hard to form any thoughts when you felt him knuckle deep inside your wet pussy.

But before you could protest any further, he suddenly pressed a second finger inside causing you to gasp at the sudden pleasure which made them cling onto him harder.

"Shh," He whispered softly against my ear while curling his fingers expertly. "Just let go, sis."

You whimpered in response as he continued pumping his fingers in and out making you feel like putty.

As Eijirou pulled his fingers out, you were left dazed and confused. It wasn't until he unzipped his pants that you started to realize what was happening.

"Eiji…what are you doing?" You asked nervously, trying to think straight despite the intense sensations still coursing through your body from his previous actions.

But he just chuckled darkly before pressing the head of his cock against your tightened hole causing you to gasp in pain and realization flooding back knowing deep down this wasn't right.

"You know exactly what I'm doing," he growled into my ear. "I'm claiming you as mine."

You tried to push him away, but it was no use as he held onto you firmly with one hand while using the other hand for support before pushing inside of you completely without any care in the world.

Pain mixed with pleasure seared through your body as you let out a yelp. Kirishima shushes you as he begins to slide in and out of your warmth at a slow pace.

You whimpered and tried pushing your brother away, feeling disgusted with the situation. But Kirishima retaliated by slamming into you all the way to the hilt, making you let out a strangled cry.

He quickly covered your mouth with his hand.

"Shh," He whispered while thrusting deeper on purpose. "The others will hear us if we're too loud, and I don't want them finding my little sis like this now."

You felt tears starting to well up in your eyes as he continued pounding into your pussy without mercy, taking full advantage of how vulnerable you were at that moment.

Suddenly, Kirishima lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist as he pressed your back against the wall for support. You felt a shiver run down your spine as he began to really pound into you with his huge girthy cock. He slides it in and out of your wet heat relentlessly while grabbing onto your hips tightly.

You let out a moan as he hit that spot inside of you every time, making it impossible not to feel pleasure mixed with shame at this taboo act.

"God...you're so tight," Eijiro growled in your ear. "I'm gonna make you mine forever."

"Oh god…Eiji...please stop..." You cried out desperately but it only seemed to fuel him more causing him to pound into you even harder than before, grunting loudly along the way.

The sound of squelching and slapping filled the small closet as Kirishima continued to fuck you mercilessly. You could hear his primal grunts every time he slammed into your wet pussy, feeling disgust and pleasure at the same time.

"You're gonna have my baby, Princess," Eijiro growled fiercely in your ear. "Then no other man will ever want you."

His words made you shudder uncontrollably with a strange arousal. You knew it was wrong on so many levels but something inside of you couldn't resist him any longer.

"E-Eiji...no...please stop..." You begged weakly trying once again to push him away but he just laughed darkly before plunging deeper inside causing you to gasp out in shock.

"No way," He snarled while wrapping his arms around you tightly for leverage, slamming into you even harder than before as if staking his claim over your body.

As Eijiro's thrusts grew harder and faster, you whimpered and clung to him tighter.

“F-Fuck…” You moaned out loudly, feeling like your body was on fire from the intense pleasure coursing through it.

You could feel yourself starting to drool from how overwhelmed you were, feeling his thick cock slide in and out of you repeatedly. You felt slick juices sliding down his cock and onto his thighs, evidence of just how silly he was fucking you.

"God...you feel so good," He grunted out while pulling out almost completely before plunging back inside with a hard thrust causing you to cry out again.

As Eijiro's thrusts became sloppier and more erratic, you knew he was getting close to climax. You tried to beg him not to cum inside of you but it was far too late for that now.

"Eiji! No...please..." You begged desperately as your legs dangled weakly around his waist, weak from the fucking.

But Kirishima just ignored your pleas and continued thrusting harder and faster than before, his focus solely on breeding you like a broodmare.

"Shh...it's too late for that now," He whispered huskily in your ear while grabbing onto the back of your head tightly. “You’re so pretty. I can’t wait to see how beautiful you’ll look pregnant with my child.”

Before you can even respond to his words, Eijiro suddenly thrusts a couple more times before slamming into you all the way and holding still. You whimpered as you felt his hot cum pump inside of you, feeling it fill up your womb with each spurt.

It takes a few moments before he finally pulls out of you. His cock slides out covered in cum and your pussy juice. You feel empty and violated, tears streaming down your face. Kirishima wipes them away with his thumbs.

He leans forward and kisses your neck softly then pants in your ear “after this...”

You look at him wide-eyed waiting for what he has to say next.

“We’re gonna be together forever.” He smiles at you triumphantly before pulling you in for a hug.

Big brothers, am I right?

#bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #yandere male #red riot #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #dead dove do not eat #dubious consent

[fumikomiyasaki]

NIGHT RAVEN COLLEGE:

Monsville:  (Monsters Inc)

Lore

Dorm Trailer

Dorm RequirementsTemplate

Dorm Chair

STORY

CardsCandies and Coffins

Monster forms

Members made by myself:

Leroy Violet, based on Randall Boggs

Henry Lakeside, based on Mr. Waternoose

Mellow Mildew, based on Jeffrey Fungus

Members from other blogs:

Alyn, 

Mitchell Iris,

Giovanni Corno,

Sophia Adraline,

Tamami Nereus,

January Avadmine

Bellamy Beest

Cameron 

Wysterian Dean

Mira Lynn

Ngarra Kubbadan

Wallace Scopio

Tulip Flor Grove

Forodwyn: (Lord of the rings)

Dorm post

Dorm Chair

Members:

Brid Rolfe (Dorm leader, Frodo)

Odel Aradia  (Vice Leader, Gandalf)

Dazos (Smaug) made by Silent-Dragon

-Carol Ann, Ramshackle/ Diasomnia OC 

 Countdown  Adult look

Carols TWST Journey summarized

Chibis  Tsum

Overblot

RSA AND HSA AU

DAC AND WNA AU

Arachninox Carol AU  Monsville Carol Au

Idol Au

Magical Girl AU

Romantic headcanons  Datings HCs !NSFW Alphabet!

The Dating Sim: The Apple Princess

Card Collection

Canon Students:

-Camilla Dawnrose, Heartlabyul Dorm, Former OC

-Bengal, Savanaclaw dorm, based on Bengal Cat

-Eiji Hiranori, Octavinelle dorm, Former oc

-Kumo Starwing, Scarabia oc, Former Kingdom hearts oc

-Meyra Palledino, Pomefiore dorm, former Fire Emblem oc

-Fuan Abyssnor, Ignihyde oc, Former Kid Icarus oc

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Fandorm students:

-Lyla Atsuki, Zipangu dorm, Based on Wasabi

-Bolt Striker, Malihana dorm, Based on Experiment 221

-Grey Braynze, Fangulous Dorm, Based on Ghoulia Yelps

-Eve Alternate, Ectocosma Dorm, based on Tron identity Disk

-Bianca Weiss, Terrovania Dorm, based on Shiro

-Naomi Aqueen, Gracery Dorm, based on Dogora

Coffins and Candies of them

Coffins and Candy part 2

Staff OCs:

Erwin Fowler, based on Dr. Eggman

Seraphim Astrean, based on Sephiroth

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Fanschool:

Hourglass station academy

Homeland origin  Fabios Village

Future headcanons Parenting Headcanons Oc Families Part 1 Part 2

Species Details

List of Sexualities and Poly options for my ocs Heights

NSFW Headcanons: StudentsStaff and Adults

Drunk headcanons Part1 Part2 Part 3

Fantasy AU masterlist   Wild West Au masterlist

Yandere AU Headcanons

Internet names

Idol Summaries

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #twst #disney twst #twst ocs #twistedwonderland #twistedwonderlandoc #monsville #forodwyn

[ystrike1]

In the Cage - By Satou Sanayuki (8/10)

This isn't incest, but it's close. The word adopted gets thrown around, but everybody calls everybody brother. The worst part about this is the characters. They aren't deep. They don't even qualify as shallow, but the plot is rich in intrigue and lies. The insecure yandere loses and the patient one wins.

Haru is an omega who feels unwanted for good reason. He fell for his adopted relative(?) Renji, who left him while they were still young. Renji couldn't claim Haru because he was just a teenager with no authority. He actually left to gain power...but Haru doesn't know that.

Haru's other adopted relative is a classic insecure yandere. He's got a fiance, but he really loves Haru. He claims he loves Haru, but he fools around with said fiance to get Haru's attention. He also lied to Haru, and claimed Renji left because he doesn't like omegas. In this setting they aren't special and heat cycles are kind of gross. So, Haru believes him and he lives as Eiji's lonely side chick.

Renji returns. He's got alpha cash now and he's ready to get married. Haru has been lied to for so long. He doesn't trust Renji. They are kind of fated mates? Fated mates is really more of an obsession thing. Most alphas don't feel the need. Renji loves obsessing over Haru.

He waits for Haru to trust him.

Eiji is jealous of Renji because he's perfect. Eiji is a snob that lets his family control him. He is going to marry a fiance he doesn't love because he has to. He has always known Renji is superior. So, he tormented Haru out of jealousy. Even though his true love is Haru.

Renji doesn't want to kidnap Haru. He wants Haru to be obsessed with him too. He waits for the right moment and he plans around it. He slowly reveals how amazing being loved is to his lonely Haru, who of course falls for it, after years of neglect.

Ok so.

Yuzuki the jilted fiance hires some thugs to bite Haru. It doesn't work. Renji says he doesn't care how soiled Haru is. He's been waiting for Haru, not a pure omega.

Plus points there because he has some class.

More sweetness gets layered on.

But oh...no...oh no! The truth comes out and Haru sees how scary Renji can be. There's half a chapter of hesitation. Then Haru runs to him.

Renji is all about possession. The collar Eiji gave him pisses him off. There are other hints and Haru isn't dumb enough to not notice.

There's no real tension though.

Renji asks for consent. Yeah. That's classy. He gets another point for that. The ending is just what you expect. Eiji goes back to his fiance. Haru lives his life in a plushy birdcage, and Renji is genuinely happy with his partner.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #yaoi #In the Cage

[bakubunny]

tw: dark content (cause yandere!character)

i’m sooo messed up bc of yours & dcsiremc’s yandere writings like i have really bad social anxiety and the thought of an attractive man forcing me to stay home and simply look pretty for him??? while he takes care of me??? like you mean i don’t have to interact with strangers and have panic attacks in crowds anymore, instead i can simply wear cute dresses and be daddy’s little slut???

i also can’t help but want to be such a good girl for them. like if yandere!dad!eijirou told me to sit pretty on his cock at the end of the day, who am i to deny him? if yandere!dad!shouta wants me to take his fingers in my pussy, then i will be there to whimper underneath him you know?

i apologize, i have too many thoughts rn :P

ok ok ok i have been sittin on this ALL DAY. i’ll have you know i screenshot this and sent it to starr when i got it bc i was so shook so THANK YOU nonnie 😮‍💨

re: anxiety, etc. i feel that. like i want to be able to open a window but i’d be the happiest girl if i could stay home all day n look pretty for a cute man who takes care of me and makes me call him daddy. especially if he’s the way starr has written yan!shota (minus the last one where he was mean 🫣).

and you have no idea how shooketh you left us both at the singular idea of yan!dad bf!eiji 😵‍💫 like i almost busted out a fresh draft the moment i read that paragraph bc boy howdy does that make me feel and think so many things.

#🎀 #🔪 #on fridays we share with the class #bnha smut #mha smut #aizawa smut #kirishima smut #aged up characters #tw dark content #aizawa shouta #aizawa shota #kirishima eijirou #kirishima eijiro #x reader #f!reader

[askrikkaiandhyotei]

This is just off the top of my head

#kamen rider #polls #kamen rider revice #kamen rider saber #kamen rider blade #kamen rider kuuga #kamen rider decade #kamen rider build #kamen rider w #kamen rider ooo #kamen rider zi o #kamen rider fourze