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Yandere V + H: Kyoya Ootori

He’s used to playing second fiddle 

Letting his smarts be used to satisfy the dreams of ‘a larger than life villain’

"Watch them run! They don't even know about the side-effect that comes with it!"

"Well dear they do now. I suggest we begin our escape."

"Right...how are we exiting today...again?"

"By boat, dear."

But that’s what makes you special 

You’re well aware that the true villain is he

You’re nothing more than the presenter to his genius

And he couldn’t be happier

Granted you can’t exactly disconnect from him 

But tomahto, tohmato you get to to be a villain don’t you

Than there’s no reason for you to try and separate: 

“W-wait is this the rumored invention that’ll give those big wigs even more money?!” 

Kyoya looked up from his workstation, stopping his holographic modeling. He spotted the scuffed up nature of your costume, focusing back on his invention when he saw no injuries. 

“Apparently so.”

Your fists clenched at your side as you fought the building frustration. But you stood your ground stomping up the hovering steps to his glowing work space. Hands on your hips you tried to garner his attention from behind his spread of monitors. 

“You know that’s completely off brand, right!? Equilizor has always been about helping the little guy!” 

He didn’t look at you, continuing to press at the screen.

“And?”

“And? And what? They’re the enemies here, why should we help them? Unless this is a ploy to wipe them all out I say we terminate the project!”

He smiled to himself still keeping his gaze glued to the bright blue screens running a tentative tongue over his lip. 

“Right…and how would you go about doing that?”

“Who knows, i might just stop being the Equilizor.”

His hands stopped at that. Letting the hum of the monitors fill the silence of the room. He was looking at you, the reflections of his spectacles showing a protesting you. He let the hologram fizzle out, putting his hands on the steel surface of his desk.

“Oh, will you?”

“Yeah.”

He tapped his fingers against the table returning your stare with one of his own. Before leaning back in his chair, carding his hands together barely hiding his irritated smirk.

“Than try it. Go ahead.”

His tone was mocking as he shrugged at you. You pouted at the lack of response, staring into his eyes to test his resolve. Seeing that he wasn’t showing any reaction at all you would do just that. You immediately began flinging off your gloves, your utility belt, and you would have done the same with your mask only stopping when you looked at Kyoya again. Menacing and maniacal the smile wasn’t one of happiness.

“Sure sure go ahead (Y/n). Quit being the equilizor because then you’ll be an average citizen.”

You went to pull off your mask.

“An average. Worthless citizen that has nothing on the Equilizor’s henchman now villain doing whatever he pleases.” 

“A-are you threatening me!?” 

You stepped forward barely backing up in time to avoid Kyoya snapping up to stand over you. Smiling with closed eyes, using the leverage of the steps to force you to stumble downwards. 

“I’m not threatening you (Y/n). I’m informing you of what may happen if my favorite partner decides to skip out on me, things will get really confusing.”

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[jellys-compendium]

Lovebug

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only, Minors DNI)

Pairing: Sinister!Vash x f!Reader Word Count: 7.9K Summary: You've been running for a long time, miraculously evading the destructive storm on your heels. But one fateful night you find yourself trapped and unable to escape the humanoid typhoon any longer. He'll make you regret running from him. Cw: blood, gun violence, side character death, noncon to dubcon, predator/prey dynamics, smut, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, semi-public sex, rough sex, p in v sex, gunplay, choking, vaginal fingering, oral (f!receiving), cumming inside, dacryphilia, yandere, obsessive/possessive behaviour, manipulation, mind breaking, pet names, degradation & praise.

A/n: This is a dark fic. Read the content warnings before proceeding. If this sort of writing isn't your thing, please don't read! I will have a softer fic for Vash coming in the near future. Also, just a quick note that for narrative purposes , I decided to interpret Sinister!Vash as Vash turning evil (not as a separate entity).

The sharp scent of rust lingers in your nose. It couples with the muted dusty air and further serves to dry out your parched throat. Each time you swallow in an attempt to alleviate your thirst, it feels like sandpaper scrapes along your esophagus. Money be damned, you would trade every last double dollar you own for a glass of water right now.

Unfortunately for you, not a single one of the sheriff’s men had come to check up on your sorry state since you’d been caught, cuffed, and thrown into this dingy cell hours ago. They’d locked you in here and thrown away the key as it were. Guess you shouldn’t be surprised, given the bounty on your head.

Heaving a sigh, you lean back against the cold concrete wall of your prison, your movement causing the tattered and smelly cot supporting you to creak and groan. With little else to do, your mind wanders to the earlier events of the day.

How did you get yourself into this mess? 

You’d been so painstakingly careful to keep your head down and profile low in every town you had passed by for the last year. Not a single soul, let alone law enforcement, had ever suspected that you were the former partner of the legendary humanoid typhoon. So how is it that the sheriff of this backwater little town had you figured out the moment you’d set foot in his jurisdiction?

With a metaphorical fine toothed comb, your mind analyzes each and every interaction you’ve had since the morning, searching for clues on how you’d been discovered—but nothing clicks into place. You hadn’t spoken a whisper about your true identity, or about Vash, to anybody since you’d quit and run from his company of outlaws.

On top of that you were careful to cover your tracks, doing everything in your power to erase all that you were before disappearing into the night in a hail mary attempt at a better life—one that wasn’t tainted with lies and blood. 

A gnawing sorrow aches in your chest at the thought of your former lover, and you can’t help but reach up and rub over that hollow space under your breastbone. Deep down you still love Vash more than anyone else but…you will have no part in his cruelty.

You don’t know when it started, but Vash had changed into a person you no longer recognize. Gone was the kind gunman clad in red with a broken smile, and in his place emerged another person entirely. He was vicious, manipulative, and cruel. Taking lives without regard in order to get what he wanted. Within the span of a few months, Vash had truly transformed into the monster that the people of this planet fear him to be—and that had completely and irrevocably broken your heart.

For months you had feared that Vash would pick up on your trail and track you down in retaliation for your abandoning of his little group. But as the weeks stretched on, the suns rising and falling with each passing day, your nerves settled and you surmised that Vash must have had better things to do rather than chase you down.

‘He must have found someone else to warm his bed by now.’

The intrusive thought clings to your mind incessantly, and you desperately attempt to force it away with a shake of your head. No. You’d left that life behind, you’ve left him behind for a reason . 

Vash would have devoured you—consumed you whole and then spit out your bones if you hadn’t left when you did. The way Vash makes you feel is beyond anything you had ever experienced before. He’s intoxicating, addicting, seductive—a devil that beguiles you with sweet whispers in one ear, while holding the barrel of a gun against the other. 

For a time, you had lost yourself in his coils—exchanging your humanity for a burning desire that had scorched your body and soul. But before the humanoid typhoon could corrupt you completely, you escaped.

And…you ran.

And ran,

And ran.

Until that murderous, crimson eyed shadow that followed each of your footsteps surrendered to the sunshine above, and disappeared amidst the blistering sands of No Man’s Land. You were finally free, and although there is a dark and secret part of you that still longs for Vash, you know that you did the right thing.

Abruptly, a distant rumble captures your ear. Perking up, your gaze is led from the dark shadows in the corner of your cell towards the distant door leading out of the jailhouse’s cell room. Your body stills as the roaring commotion gets louder, your muscles sit taut as you listen and try to decipher the noises coming from beyond the bars.

You hear footsteps, shouts and— gunfire .

Gunfire, then screams.

Adrenaline kicks into high gear and you immediately get up from the stained cot, racing towards the door of your cell. Your cuffed hands grasp the cold bars of your prison as more blood curdling screams fill the air. Was it a robbery? Bandits? Or could it really be?

The monstrous possibility of what awaits just beyond that door sends you into a panic. Panting frantically, you use your entire body weight to rattle the bars in a foolhardy attempt to wiggle the cell door free. But of course, the iron door does not budge.

‘No.’ You ram your shoulder against the door.

‘No!’

Your arm screams out in pain as you use your entire body weight this time.

‘This can’t be happening! It can’t be him!’

“Sheriff!! Sheriff!!” You shout desperately. “Let me out! Let me out!”

The terrible thundering of gunshots and panicked commotion intensifies. Pounding footsteps race down the hallway and shake the floorboards just beyond the prison cell door. You shudder when you hear the terrified screams from the men warbling through the wood and concrete, sharp and horrifying but then—silence.

Oh god. They’re all…

Blood pulses in your ears, making you feel faint as the song of more bullets sings through the air. Even from your iron cage, you can tell the shots are precise—every single one effectively ending the lives of the Sheriff's men one by one. Within mere moments, the once lively jailhouse had become as silent as a graveyard. The only sounds you hear now are a single pair of creaking footsteps and…a song.

“Total slaughter~

Total slaughter

I won’t leave a single man alive…”

Oh god—it is him . 

Releasing the bars of your cell door, you frantically begin to look around the dim lit space. A bucket and the cot are all you have to work with. Shit.

The footsteps come closer.

“...La dee da dee die

Genocide~

La dee da dee dud

An ocean of blood…”

You detect a sound of heavy shuffling just outside and you look on, terrified , as the door leading to the jail’s cells creaks open. You freeze, legs nearly giving out from fear, but…it isn’t Vash.

Instead, into the room crawls a man—a man that you recognize as the Sheriff's deputy. He’s breathing hard, petrified little whimpers escaping his lips with each exhale. 

Trapped as you are you can do nothing but watch, wide eyed and horrified, as the man crawls into the room on all fours. His brown vest, white shirt, and slacks are covered with blood. More of it drips from his disheveled hair, leaving a gruesome trail of dark red as he shakingly makes his way across the floorboards and towards your cell. 

The deputy’s face is pale white and pouring sweat as he looks up at you…except he isn’t looking up at you. It almost looks like he’s looking through you.

“M–m–monster…h–he’s a monster.” The man whimpers, his red teeth chattering like tin cans in the wind. Trembling, the deputy reaches towards your cell door with a bloodied hand and his eyes finally lock with yours.

“H—help me.”

The sight of this man near death immobilizes you with terror, but as the man’s fingers wrap around one of the bars of your cell, the urgency in your gut magnifies, overwhelming the piercing fear inside of you. You have to try and save him. You have to.

Moving quickly, you squat down, reaching for the deputy’s hand, you grasp it tightly with yours.

“Give me the keys. Help me open the door so I can get us out of here.”

But the man doesn’t move. Instead he mutters and weeps, his voice strained and high with each incoherent syllable he babbles.

Frustrated and frantic, you bang your hand against the bars, hoping that the jolt will startle the deputy to his senses. 

“Hey! Are you listening?! Give me the keys or he’s going to—”

A piercing gunshot rings through the air and you leap up with a shout as the air rushes out of the deputy’s lungs. The deputy’s eyes turn dull, and you cry out in horror as his body jerks and then falls still at your feet.

He’s…he’s…

“Let’s begin…

The killing time” 

It takes all the courage you have left to lift your gaze and follow the blood stains left by the deputy. Eventually, your eyes land on a black pair of leather boots. Moving upwards, your sight lingers along the familiar dark blue coat tails—their ripped and tattered ends doused with fresh blood. Your attention moves up that infamous coat and finally lands on the face of the humanoid typhoon himself.

Vash the Stampede.

The outlaw’s crimson eyes stare directly into your own, shackling you in place more effectively than the metal cuffs around your wrists ever could. His eyes are intense as they focus on you, possessive and all consuming. It was only a matter of time before he found you, and you were an idiot to think that you could evade him forever.

As if agreeing with that very thought, a sly grin spreads across Vash’s handsome face. Like a ravenous wildcat who had finally caught his prey, the humanoid typhoon exhales a breath of relief and holsters his gun. 

“There you are.”

Vash approaches your cell and all you can do is silently watch as he bends down and yanks the ring of keys off of the deputy’s belt. Vash is methodical as always. Moving like a serpent in water, he never wastes a single movement. Each and every action of his is calculated and designed to lead him towards his ultimate goal.

And tonight, his goal is you.

Vash never takes his eyes off you as he slips the key into its slot with a poignant click. Then with a flick of his wrist the door unlocks, and Vash swings it wide open.

Your body’s response is immediate. Trembling, you retreat blindingly backwards until your body hits the concrete wall of your cell. Vash tsks, following your movements with inhumanly long strides of his own. It only takes a second for him to catch up with you—his body towering over yours once he closes that distance you were so desperate to create.

You jolt as Vash’s hands reach up and grasp your own, leather clad fingers lacing around your trembling digits as he lifts your cuffed wrists to his face. He leans down, and brushes his lips along the cold flesh of your palm, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. 

“Oh my poor little lovebug.” Vash sensually coos, his deceivingly soft and gentle voice echoing along the iron bars. “What have they done to you?”

Gods, you should be repulsed and terrified, but instead of turning your blood to ice, Vash’s touch causes your entire body to instantly be consumed by a sweet and agonizing flame. The cinders that linger in your heart reignite and burn tenfold at the touch of the man that you love so dearly.

“Lovebug.” 

Like a siren, Vash’s hypnotizing whisper lulls away your fear—enchanting you.

“So frightened. You’re shaking like a newborn kitten. Come here, let me hold you.”

As if the choice were yours, Vash pulls your body flush against his. You gasp as the familiar sensation of his strong arms wraps around you and overpowers your resolve. His warm scent, the feeling of his lips as he so tenderly kisses your cheek, the weight of his hands as they glide up and down your back in a soothing motion. All of it brings tears of turmoil to your eyes.

No…this can’t happen again.

“I’m sorry, lovebug. If I had known they would treat you like this I would have come for you sooner.”

Come for you? As in, Vash knew where you’d been this entire time?

Your mind reels at the realization. You had never escaped Vash’s shadow. Instead it had grown so large and widespread that you’d failed to notice it all around you. 

The people who let you on your way and turned a blind eye to your identity, those kind souls who had given you food to eat and a bed to sleep in when you were weary, even the men of this town who had arrested you as an accomplice of the humanoid typhoon. Every single one of them had been an instrument of Vash’s own design.

Vash places a final kiss upon your cheek. Pulling back, he smiles at your dumbfounded expression.

“Let’s get you out of these cuffs.”

Vash lets your hands fall, his fingers flicking through the keyring until he finds the one he is looking for. How Vash knows exactly which key to use, you are not sure, but it’s no surprise when he selects one and slips it into the cuff’s lock. He frees you immediately with a twist of his hand.

The metal cuffs fall to the floor with a resounding thud and your breath leaves you in a hiss as the dry hair hits your raw skin. But before you can soothe your own pain, Vash takes your wrists in his grasp, thumbs gently gliding over the reddened skin as he pulls you closer once more.

Your heart nearly leaps out of your chest when you feel Vash lean in, the heat of his body encompassing as his lips brush against yours.

“Have you learned your lesson? You won’t run away from me again, right lovebug?”

Vash’s sinister words send a shiver down your spine. Goosebumps erupt all across your flesh as the skin on your fingertips tingles. This man has orchestrated every part of your life for the past year without you even knowing about it. What are the limits to his reach? His cruelty? His obsession? How far will he go to claim you as his own?

In your silence Vash releases a heavy sigh, then places a soft kiss on your lips.

“I asked you a question.”

The words catch in your dry and tightening throat. You swallow, lips trembling as you try your best to speak.

“Vash, I—”

Before you can finish, pounding footsteps vibrate through the jailhouse, and it’s not long before four men appear in the doorway with guns drawn and their expressions terrified at the massacre laying at their feet.

The moment the men lay their eyes on Vash, the four of them let out a roar of fury.

“The humanoid typhoon!”

“You bastard!” 

“Kill him!”

But before the men manage to aim their pistols, four gunshots whistle through the air in rapid succession. You didn’t even realize that Vash had unholstered his own gun before the four men dropped lifeless on the floor.

A fresh wave of despair courses through you and your head spins as the humanoid typhoon—the diablo —reholsters his gun and returns his attention to you. His face is calm and unbothered, as if he hadn’t just murdered an entire building full of people.

“Now, where were we?”

Panic stabs through your chest, kick starting your fight or flight. You have to get away, you have to escape him. Being a murderer, an outlaw on the run, isn’t who you are anymore. You’d promised yourself that you would leave that life behind, no matter how much you wanted the man who’d seduced you into that life in the first place.

Clenching your fists to try and subvert your shaking, you start to move your body to the right, readying yourself to pounce around Vash and make a break for the door. But Vash’s scarlet gaze sees through your every move long before you even conceptualize it. He sighs, rolling his eyes before slamming his palm on the concrete by your head, trapping you in his reach.

Your body jolts at the vibrations of the impact. Then Vash leans in, hot breath on your lips as he whispers a dark promise.

“Don’t run, lovebug. I’ll make you regret it.”

No sooner had Vash uttered those foreboding words, more footsteps pound through the halls of the jailhouse. An irritated growl rumbles in Vash’s throat as he unholsters his gun once more and aims it at the door, hissing between his teeth.

“Cockroaches.”

Two more men emerge from the doorway and time slows as you watch Vash’s finger glide seamlessly towards the trigger.

Against all reasonable sense, your body moves. Lightening fast, you launch yourself at Vash, grasping his wrist in your hands and pushing his arm upwards with all of your might. Your sudden movement takes the humanoid typhoon off guard, and the two bullets he had intended to place right between the men’s eyes whistle and lodge into the wooden roof above.

“RUN!”

Using your body to knock Vash off balance, you bolt for the cell door, leaping over the bodies on the floor as the two men in front of you turn tail and run as fast as their legs can carry them. 

Your lungs burn as you follow them, racing out of the jail as if it were about to be engulfed in a raging inferno. Following closely behind the men in front of you, the three of you eventually manage to scramble out of the jailhouse. The cool night air hits your face and you pause. The street is dark and empty, and the two men who had just run out before you were racing towards the light of the neighboring town. 

You desperately want to follow them, to find sanctuary in the safe bustle of a populated town square. But Vash has his sights set on you, and you know you’ll only serve to put more innocent lives at risk if you look for help now.

The sudden sound of eerie humming echoes through the jailhouse behind you. You turn, body trembling and eyes wide as you search the darkness. Then almost as soon as that strange tune had started, it stops. 

A cold shiver of fear tingles down your spine at the foreboding silence. Then out of the darkness you hear Vash shout menacingly, his voice morphing into an inhuman two-toned scream that you’d never heard before. 

It curdles your blood.

“MAYFLY!”

You bolt, stray tears blinding your vision as you scramble like mad down the dirt dusted path in the opposite direction of town. Your breath rushes in and out of you at record speed as you rush towards the abandoned buildings lining the town’s outskirts. If you could just make it there and hide yourself in the shadows of broken and discarded concrete, you might stand a chance. 

But of course, much like a panicked animal with no sense of direction, your path twists and turns as you mindlessly try to find a good place to hide—only to wind up trapping yourself in a dead end. An empty alleyway illuminated solely by moonlight.

“No, no, no!”

You prepare to turn on your heel to retrace your steps but the moment you spin to face the other direction, your body becomes paralyzed with shock. Vash is standing right behind you . Somehow he had silently kept up with you, hounding your steps like a hungry dog from the depths of hell.

Vash smiles.

“Found you.” 

The unearthly flash of his red eyes shines in the darkness before a rush of wind gusts through the night. It’s then that you notice a single distorted, black feathered wing adorning Vash’s back. It stretches magnificently in the moonlight and you notice a gleaming, razor sharp talon adorning the juncture at the top of those cascading feathers. Your jaw drops. You had never seen Vash with wings before.

Vash takes a single step forward and stops when he sees you tremble. He watches you closely, both of you bodies still. And in that quiet moment, your soul is drawn into those deep crimson pools.

Mayfly…mayfly… lovebug …

Inexplicably, the tension eases from your body, limbs becoming still as if every part of you were surrendering to its fate. A devilishly handsome grin spreads across Vash’s lips as he watches your defiant spark finally simmer into nothing but harmless embers.

“Awww, trapped yourself again, little lovebug?” Vash chuckles darkly, his tone mocking. “Poor, sweet thing. You always seem to wind up in a cage.”

Your jaw clenches. How could Vash say that, when he was the one who drove you here in the first place? When he is the very cage itself?

“Y–you murdered those innocent people.”

Vash exhales a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes as the large black feathers on his wing bristle with irritation.

“Innocent? I’d hardly call them that.” The typhoon's playful expression falls and then darkens, and his voice shifts into a tone of dead seriousness.  

“They laid their hands on you.”

Before you can even blink, Vash is before you—a great shadow that looms and blocks out all light except that of the eerie glow of his gaze. Vash’s hands wrap around your wrists, squeezing the raw skin and making you gasp with pain. 

“They shackled you and locked you up in that cold, dark place. They hurt you, lovebug.”

Your molars sink into the inside of your cheek as you try to combat your cowardice with pain. You glare at the man before you, and spit out your next words like venom.

“Only because you had orchestrated it. You’re the mastermind here, not them.”

The sinister grin that pulls at the corner’s of Vash’s mouth confirms everything you had suspected. He truly is…a monster.

With a swift movement, Vash yanks on your wrists and jerks your body closer to his. You gasp, straining against him in vain. The heat that radiates off of Vash’s body slams into your skin as his single black wing swoops down to envelop you further. He’s warm—so warm—an ambrosia unlike any other.

“Clever girl.” Vash whispers before planting a chaste little kiss on the tip of your nose.

You shudder.

“Are—are you going to hurt me?”

Your question isn’t meant to elicit any sympathy, but Vash’s red eyes soften once he hears them and his grip around your wrists loosen. As if apologizing with his hands, Vash’s fingers circle and soothe your abused flesh.

“Oh lovebug, never. I absolutely adore you. I’d never let any harm come to you.” 

Vash brings your wrists to his lips, pressing hot kisses against your cold skin. The flames in your belly coil, reigniting as they are fueled by the rhythm of your heart. Vash is weaving his spell again, coaxing you back into that syrupy sweet web of deceit and rapture. 

And…you’re falling for it. Falling for him all over again.

“But,” Vash murmurs. His hot tongue slipping out of his mouth to swipe along your bruised skin. 

“You should be punished for trying to run from me.”

Air gusts out of your lungs as Vash pushes your body backwards. He manhandles you with ease before pinning your form against the frigid wall behind you. The claw at the juncture of where his wing bends pierces into the concrete with a terrible scraping sound and pins your wrists to the wall above your head, rendering you completely helpless.

Then, Vash’s nimble fingers undo the button of your slacks.

Jaw dropping, you cry out with rage, cursing Vash and kicking your feet against his legs as you try to fight back. But it’s as if you are battling against a tornado. Nothing you do phases him, and in one single, practiced movement, Vash rids you of your pants, leaving you in nothing but your shirt and underwear.

“Vash!” You screech, nailing him with another swift kick to the shin. “How could y–”

Words are stolen from your lips and your body completely freezes when you suddenly feel the glide of cold metal between your legs. You look down, and your heart nearly stops when you realize Vash has placed the barrel of his gun flush against your panty covered pussy.

The sound of Vash’s dark laughter turns your blood to ice. He leans forwards and presses his burning lips against the corner of your mouth.

“Ever played Russian roulette?” He whispers.

Eyes wide with panic, you turn your head to look at Vash—silently pleading for him to reconsider, to show you mercy and let you go. But Vash’s expression is calm and resolute.

“How about I make you a deal.” He muses. You watch, tense and breathless, as Vash’s thumb caresses the hammer of his .45 long colt. 

“If you can come before I get to the last bullet in the cylinder, we’ll consider your punishment served, alright?”

No. No, no, no, no.

“Vash, please—”

Brushing aside your protest, Vash presses the gun harder against your cunt, grinding the top of the cold barrel between your folds. You gasp sharply, arching against the icy friction as Vash pushes the gun further between your clenched thighs.

The rear sight bumps against your clit and you whimper as a rush of heat gushes between your legs. Vash grins at your reaction, thrusting the gun harder against your tender flesh. 

“That’s it, lovebug” Vash coos. “Feels so good doesn’t it?”

The hammer of the gun clicks, and you have to stifle a pathetic squeal before it can escape. Vash’s smile widens, eyes alight with excitement—then he pulls the trigger.

Blank.

Your body sags.

“One.” Vash purrs.

You squeeze your eyes shut, forcing yourself to focus singularly on your goal. You have to come before Vash gets to that last bullet. You have to.

Hot puffs of air leave you open mouth in desperate whines as you start to piston your hips against the barrel of Vash’s gun, rubbing your swelling clit and folds against the harsh metal at his command.

A pleased hum rumbles in Vash’s chest as the obsidian feathers above you shudder with delight.

“Yes,” Vash breathes, leaning down to sample your flesh. His sharp canines tease along the column of your throat, and the feeling of his hot breath fanning across your skin makes you shiver and mewl. Your pussy twitches, nipples hardening as you start to melt in his hands.

“Good girl.”

The cylinder of the gun turns and you groan, grinding your pussy harder along that metal length. All logical thought disappears as the intoxicating pleasure of Vash’s game overpowers your mind. Like a worm on a hook, Vash has you in his grasp—he always has.

Another click of the trigger, another blank.

“Two.”

Vash’s mouth latches onto your throat now, his tongue and teeth caressing and nipping your skin as his free hand rises up to grope your neglected breast, pinching and teasing at your puckered nipple with greedy fingers.

Lewd moans fall from your lips as jolts of pleasure ricochet through your body. A desperate plea of Vash’s name fills the air as you slick drips from your fluttering cunt, lubing up the gun between your folds.

“Mmmm,” Vash moans, pink tongue languidly licking at his bottom lip. His eyes are glued to the spectacle before him. 

“That’s it, rub that pussy, baby. You’re so fucking sexy.”

Vash’s gun clicks once more. Thankfully, it’s another blank.

“Three.”

Only three more changes remain, and one of them is deadly. Knowing this, your movements become more desperate, grinding yourself against Vash’s gun with fervor as sweat begins to pour down your brow and back. Your body trembles, and you try not to think about how you must look, humping Vash’s gun like a bitch in heat.

Oh god.  

You’re scared but you’re positively throbbing for Vash’s touch. You haven’t been touched once since you’d escaped his clutches, and despite everything that has happened and the new life you had chosen, you are still so foolishly in love with him.

The people of this land may have been the ones you have chosen to side with, but Vash is the only one in your dreams. Vash is the only one who can make you feel like this. He haunts you and corrupts you. Fucks you and devours you.

Vash is the diablo you just can’t shake.

Releasing your throat with a hungry growl, Vash’s mouth travels up to passionately kiss your lips. You moan wantonly, accepting his tongue with unrestrained lust as you attempt to arch your body closer to his. Vash’s tongue swirls in tandem with yours, groaning into your mouth as he readies another shot. You whimper against him, fingernails digging into his feathers.

“Vash…”

Click

Blank.

“Four.” Vash pants, his tongue plunging into your mouth once more, matching in time with the thrusts of his gun. Paradoxically fucking you brutally and sweetly at the same time.

Vash angles his gun upwards, teasing the metal shaft against your entrance. And gods, you know you should be terrified—fighting him tooth and nail for not only your dignity but your life. But as the now warmed and lubed metal of his gun plays with your entrance, all you can do is arch and moan like a whore.

An alluringly dark chuckle rings in your ears as Vash’s grip on your breast tightens. You gasp as he pinches your nipple and rolls it harshly between his fingers.

“Wishing it was my cock, lovebug?”

You shake your head back and forth, and Vash’s grin widens.

“Don’t lie, of course you are. You’ve always been such a dirty little slut for me.”

Vash pinches your nipple harder—a punishment for your little lie—and you cry out as the cylinder makes another round. This time, Vash doesn’t wait, he immediately pulls the trigger, eliciting a yelp of fear from the depths of your lungs. 

Sure enough, it’s another blank.

“Five.” Vash chuckles. He releases your breast, and you watch as his hand travels down to the front of his pants, palming the thick hot bulge that sits just underneath his coat.

“Oh, one more baby. You’ve been sooo lucky so far. Think you’re gonna cum before this gun blows your pussy sky high?” 

Your words tangle in your throat, so you elect to nod rapidly instead. Your teeth sink into your lip as you furiously rub your cunt along the length of the gun, purposefully catching your clit on the metal grooves at the base with each thrust.

Fuck. Fuuuuck.

Almost there. Almost there!

The cylinder turns one final time as Vash’s finger glides sensually along the trigger. He kisses you again, his tongue diving deep into your mouth, drinking in everything you have to give him. Vash swallows your scream, and then pulls the trigger.

…

Nothing.

Both your hips and the gun still, and Vash laughs gleefully at your confused and near delirious expression. He grins like a cat who had just eaten the canary, and then presses a tender little kiss to your lips.

“Six.”

Vash pulls the gun out from between your legs, the barrel glistening in the moonlight with your slick as he brings it up to your line of sight.

“Hmm, soaked it right through your panties didn’t you? What a little slut.”

Vash's long pink tongue snakes out from between his lips, and you watch—mesmerized and aroused to high heaven— as he licks the barrel of the gun clean. Vash’s eyes never leave you once as he purrs with satisfaction at your taste. 

When he’s finished, Vash holsters his gun then wraps that now free hand around your throat while the other lands heavily on your hip.

Your breath stalls as the fingers on your hip snake around and down into the waistband of your flimsy cotton underwear, body jolting as they slip inside and reach all the way down to your messy pussy. 

“Vash,” You whimper as his leather clad fingers toy with your swollen clit. 

“Vash…”

The wing that holds your hands captive disappears, and you sigh with relief as your arms fall and land on top Vash’s shoulders.

“Hold onto me little lovebug,” Vash coos, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your forehead.

“Fuck, you are so cute.”

Without reserve, Vash plunges two of his fingers into your sex. Your back arches, and you moan loudly as you wiggle your hips in an attempt to take his thick fingers deeper. You need him. You need him so desperately you feel like you’re gonna break.

Saccharine praise falls in hushed whispers from Vash’s lips as he curls his fingers inside you, hitting your g-spot as he thrusts into your sloppy pussy ruthlessly. The wet squelch of your flesh lovingly sucking his fingers echoes across the empty hallway—indisputable proof oh just how much you want him.

“So wet. Gonna come on my fingers, lovebug? Think I should let you?”

You nod your head frantically, legs straining as you stand on the tips of your toes, thrusting against his hand with a wild cry—your cunt pulses and then practically weeps into his palm.

“YES! YES! Vash—please, please, let me come. Pleeease. ”

Oh, fuuuck. You’re so close. You’re gonna cum, just a little more. 

Vash smiles that dazzling handsome smile of his as his fingers tighten around your throat, cutting off most of your air and making your head spin. Your cunt squeezes around Vash’s fingers as he thrusts them inside, only for him to bully your g-spot until you cry.

“So pretty when you beg, baby.” Vash coos, licking a fallen tear from your cheek. 

“But…”

His fingers slip out of your puffy walls, and you cry out with frustration, fists banging against his shoulders like you’re a toddler throwing a tantrum.

But Vash just laughs at you, and before you can give him a piece of your mind, he slides off your ruined panties and hoists you up into the air. Your back presses against the crumbling wall as your thighs come to rest on Vash’s shoulders.

He’s so strong.

Monster…

Without delay, Vash’s mouth dives between the twitching folds of your sex, and you scream up into the starless sky.

God, Vash always knows just how to pull you apart. He always manages to find that frayed and loose thread of your willpower, wrap it around his lithe fingers, and then pull it oh-so-gently. The reward of watching you as you unravel before him must have been the sweetest euphoria, because he kept doing it. Again and again.

“You taste so good.” Vash growls hotly against your sex. 

“Admit it, no one can treat you as good as I do.”

Vash’s tongue flattens along your pussy, red eyes making contact with yours and holding you there as he slowly and sensually circles his tongue around your clit.

“They don’t know how to worship this pussy properly.”

“Vash,” You beg, throat tightening as you choke on your tears. “Please, let me come. I’m aching.”

Wordlessly, Vash laps your clit into his mouth, giving it one harsh suck before snagging it between his teeth. You cry out, fingers burning into his white locks as he releases you.

“There, there lovebug. Spread your legs wider. You can take my tongue for just a little bit longer, right?”

Begrudgingly, you do as he says, and Vash groans as you spread yourself open just for him. The humanoid typhoon dives in again, lapping hungry stripes along your cunt—spitting on your little hole and then collecting every drop of his saliva and your slick that he can gather before readily swallowing every drop.

“I haven’t tasted you for a whole year.” Vash growls against your folds, the tip of his nose rubbing forcefully against your clit and making you see stars.

“It was torture being without you.”

Vash begins to thrust his tongue into your sex, sloppily eating then sucking your throbbing flesh into his mouth. With his body, Vash passionately coaxes out every hidden little secret you’d buried deep. You scream with rapture in his hands, more tears falling freely down your face as you rapidly unravel in Vash’s hands.

“Vash, don’t stop! Please, please, I’ll do anything! Anything you ask! Please!”

But just as you’re about to reach your climax, your pussy clenching sweetly around Vash’s talented tongue, the heat of Vash’s mouth slips away.

The wail of despair that is ripped from your throat echoes pathetically into the desert air.

Vash chuckles at your anguish, giving your pussy one last cheeky lick before lowering you back to the ground. 

The moment your feet touch the floor, your body sways, unsteady and dizzy from the unfulfilled pleasure that Vash had ransacked through your body.

But Vash holds you steady as he pushes his coat to the side and unbuckles himself. Your half hooded eyes fall to the place where he’s touching but before you can catch a glimpse, Vash positions you facing the wall, ass out and hands up—bracing yourself. 

You shiver at the loss of Vash’s warmth. Your trembling doesn’t escape Vash’s notice, but before he decides to comfort you, Vash gives your cunt a healthy slap.

You shriek, tossing a fiery glare at him over your shoulder. Infuriatingly, Vash gives you a flirtatious wink before pressing his body flush to yours and draping himself over you. His black wing and blue coat envelop you and shield you from the moonlight above.

“Cold?” Vash’s hands wrap around your waist. “You’re trembling.”

You don’t respond, your lips pressing together into a thin line as you push your body backwards, rubbing your pussy against his bulge with a wordless demand. You want Vash’s cock. You want him to soothe your ache, to fill you up and make you forget your own name. 

Vash exhales a pleasured sigh as you rub yourself against him, his hands moving from your waist to circle around your back. He traces your spine with the care a sculptor shows his masterpiece. Vash’s scarlet gaze drinks you in with awe as you arch needily under the pressure of his fingers.

“Don’t worry, lovebug. I’ll keep you warm from now on.”

The sounds of rustling fabric and the satisfying pull of a zipper elicit a flicker of heat in your core. You look back, a moan falling from your lips as you catch a glimpse of Vash’s perfect cock. He’s achingly hard, his beautiful pink head leaking a gorgeous, glistening trail of precum down onto the globe of your ass.

Licking your lips, your gaze captures his. Even in the dim light, you can see that Vash’s cheeks are flushed as he breathes heavily.

Then, without so much as a word, Vash leans back and shoves every single inch of his throbbing cock inside of you with a single thrust.

Your head flies back as you scream his name in ecstasy. Without missing a beat, Vash reaches forward to grab a fistful of your hair, and the two of you moan in unison as Vash begins to rut feverishly into your sex.

“V-Vash! Vash! Vash!”

Your bodies straining and hips trembling, Vash bears down on you like a storm, claiming every inch of your soft flesh with indiscriminate and unrelenting hunger. The slap of his hips forces your body forward, and you brace yourself against the crumbling wall with all your might as the typhoon ravishes you from the inside out.  

It’s not long before your orgasm builds up again. Fuck, you’re so close—twitching and milking Vash with each brutal thrust inside your walls. And Vash knows how turned on you are . He can feel how your slick insides squeeze and massage his cock desperately, the pounding of your heart under his fingertips, the delicious gasps of pleasure he pulls from the depths of your depravity.

And with one more savage thrust you finally come, screaming and quivering as your body succumbs to wave after wave of unimaginable, white hot pleasure.

But Vash doesn’t stop. He fucks you through your orgasm, holding your hips steady as he keeps pounding into you from behind, using you like a fleshlight for his pleasure.

“More.” Vash growls, fangs nipping sharply against the skin on your back. 

“Give me more!”

You gasp for breath, fingernails scratching against the deteriorating concrete as your pussy squeezes down on him, helplessly barreling your entire body into another orgasm even as you finish the last. The cry of pleasure you release is guttural, primal and sinful as your cunt pulses around Vash's cock once more—desperately sucking, wanting to milk him for all he’s worth.

Vash stills for a moment, moaning openly as he savors the sensation and sight of your helpless body at his mercy. Vash’s chest burns with satisfaction as he feels the pleasure rolling off your skin. Pleasure that only he can give you. 

With a jerk of his body, Vash pulls his cock out of you. Then in a swift series of movements he pulls you upright and turns you around to face him. Your legs are practically jelly and utterly pliant to his whims as he hooks his arms under them and hauls you up in his arms. In response, you wrap your arms around Vash's neck and bury your face against his chest.

Vash buries his cock inside you to the hilt again, and your toes curl as you wail from the overstimulation. Surprisingly, Vash’s thrusts start slow, grinding into you languidly as you whine. The humanoid typhoon hushes your mewling sobs while he fucks you, pampering every part of you he can reach with his tender kisses—like the calm before the storm. It’s not long before Vash grows impatient however, and his pace rapidly quickens as he gives in to the raging lust inside him.

You.

His obsession.

His lovebug.

He’ll never let you go again.

“So good f’me.” Vash moans, fingers digging into your ass as he bounces your harder and faster on his cock. The lewd squelches and ring of cream that forms at his base the evidence of your sinful yearning.

“Gonna make you scream and squirt all over my cock, how does that sound?”

Vash’s unrelenting pace doesn’t falter as he chases your shared highs. You are powerless as you’re pulled into the undercurrent of his desire. Vash slams his dick inside you and his thick and demanding cockhead collides with your cervix. 

A surge of both pain and pleasure knocks the air out of your lungs as you’re sent tumbling into yet another powerful orgasm. Vash grins, utterly pleased with himself as he watches you cry and sing your anguished pleasure in his arms. Then, as if all this weren’t enough, a single large black feather slips between the two of your bodies like a snake, and begins to toy with your clit.

You scream.

“Come again.” Vash commands.

“Vash! S-stop!” You cry out, fat tears filling your eyes as drool falls from your lips from the overstimulation. God, he’s ruining you.

“I–I can’t come anymore! I can’t!”

Vash slams you against the wall, stabilizing you against it before one hand reaches down to pinch your clit, while his other hand wraps around your throat and squeezes.

“I’m not asking you. Come on my cock, now .”

Vash thrusts his shaft pitilessly inside you, the head of him ramming fiercely against your g-spot again before plunging all the way inside you. Your body can’t take it, the pressure between your hips releases, and you howl like an animal as your pussy pulses and gushes, squirting all over Vash’s cock as you come. 

An unabashed, obscene moan falls from Vash’s lips when he feels the rush of your pleasure in liquid form.

“That’s it, my perfect little slut. Sooo perfect. Look down and watch your pussy make a creamy little mess for me.”

And Vash still doesn’t stop. He continues to pound into you, fucking your through your orgasm yet again. He’s determined to thoroughly and irrevocably break you. And as you cling to him for dear life, the words that Vash had spoken earlier that night ring loud and clear in your mind.

“Don’t run, lovebug. I’ll make you regret it.”

You should have listened, but it was too late now.

Near delirious and exhausted, you practically fall limp in Vash’s arms, but Vash doesn’t let you tap out. Not yet. He pulls your head back, forcing you to look him straight in the eye, then he whispers,

“You are mine, do you understand? Your thoughts are mine. Your body is mine. Your pussy is mine…”

Vash slams back inside you with a force that nearly has you passing out. Then, he seals his lips with yours, tongue swirling and consuming everything he can reach.

When Vash releases you, you gasp for breath as his pace resumes.

“Your heart is mine.”

You swallow, your mind nothing but pleasured static and love drunk fog as you stare at him. That devilish smile returns to Vash’s face. He truly is incomplete without it.

“Admit it, lovebug.”

Your body trembles and in a desperate attempt to relieve yourself of this torture, the words escape you in a rush.

“Yes. I love you, Vash.”

Vash’s entire body shudders as he purrs at your confession. His dark wing drapes over the both of you as he claims your lips with yet another passionate kiss.

“Atta' girl.”

Surprisingly, Vash’s pace slows to a gentle grind. Slowly and languidly he rubs himself inside of you, as if he’s savouring you like a worshipper at a temple. The final orgasm that you share isn’t explosive like the ones you’ve had before.

It’s tender and sweet, washing over the both of you in gentle waves. Vash releases the softest and most beautiful moan as he comes, kissing you breathless as he fills you up with wave after wave of his hot cum.

For a brief moment, you wonder if this is the first time Vash had found release after you left. Had you been the only one to…

As your climaxes subside, harsh pants fill the air. Both you and Vash melt into each other’s arms, utterly destroyed and exhausted. Your sex throbs with a terrible ache, and to help relieve some of your tension you wiggle your hips, sliding Vash’s cock out half way in an attempt to get a breather.

But Vash growls, and shoves his cock all the way back inside you, grinding up against your cervix and making you whimper.

“Keep it all inside you, lovebug.” Vash murmurs softly. 

The humanoid typhoon claims your mouth with one more toe-curling kiss, and the two of you moan, slowly indulging in one another’s taste. Sucking and licking, until finally you have to pull away for air.

Vash pouts, but then he pulls back, electing to admire your love drunk expression instead.

“Didn’t you know?” Vash whispers, leaning back in to rub the tip of his nose against yours. 

“Lovebugs stay connected to their mates for life.”

You pause and digest those words. While they may seem romantic on the surface, deep down you see the foreboding promise they hold. Pulling away from Vash’s pampering, you respond.

“Lovebugs don’t live long. They die right after they mate.”

It’s Vash’s turn to pause, his expression quizzical as he looks into your eyes. But after a few beats, a sickeningly sweet smile spreads across his lips. It’s the kind of smile only a god of death could have.

“You’ll be the exception.”

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#trigun #trigun stampede #trigun maximum #trigun fanfiction #trigun x reader #vash x reader #vash x you #vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede x you #vash the stampede #vash smut #trigun smut #vash the stampede smut #jellywrites

[falling-heights]

Yandere Tien Shinhan that's obsessed with his darling, please?

"I d e s i r e t h e t h i n g s w h i c h w i l l

d e s t r o y m e i n t h e e n d .

T h e u n f e d m i n d d e v o u r s i t s e l f ."

Tien is similar to Piccolo in his approach to dynamics. Tien acts as your guardian. In his eyes, it's his responsibility to watch over and protect you. However, unlike Piccolo, Tien at least has enough nuance to treat this dynamic like an actual relationship, and the ability to be romantic and to recognize romantic gestures.

This doesn't mean he is overly successful by any means, but he, at the very least, is completely self-aware of how relationships actually work.

Tien finds romance to be an awkward scenario. While having very little experience with relationships of this sort, he may find difficulty engaging or flirting with someone that he is interested in. This lack of suaveness may feed Tien's aggressions, and he may find training as an unhealthy cope for such frustrations.

Though he may ignore you, and avoid you, he's really just shy. Training gives him the opportunity to think with a clear mind, and with little distractions (you) around, he would be able to focus. Although, of course, every reason that he does this is because of you. He both needs to escape from your pull and to better himself for you.

This, of course, leads to a dilemma. He trains to get his mind off of things and to shake that nagging feeling he gets around you. And yet, the more he uses this coping mechanism to escape, the harder it becomes to clear his mind. Morning, evening, night. Whether sleeping, training, eating, all he can ever end of thinking about is you. There is no more escape for him. It's consuming him. He desperate for this torment to end. He sees you with eyes wide open, your image seared in his mind when they're closed. Any man would go mad at the thought. His mind is his own prison.

Having you, to him, at this point so far past his breaking point, is the only way to save himself from true insanity. Being with you, physically, brings his woes such peace. It's like your some little therapy pet for him. He needs you, he's desperate for you to be that anchor for him. And god forbid something ever happen to you. This all started because of his concern for your safety. If that were ever breached, then this man would be beyond saving.

#yandere #dbz #dragon ball z #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere dbz #yandere dragon ball #yandere dragon ball z #tien #tien shinhan #yandere tien #yandere tien shinhan

[familyromantic]

What's your shipcest dynamic based on your name & birthday

First letter of your name:

A. Villain x hero

B. Grumpy x sunshine

C. Beauty x the beast

D. Overly flirty x shy

E. Partners in crime

F. Rivals

G. Optimist x pessimist

H. Best friends

I. Yandere x willing victim

J. Idiot x idiot

K. Idiot x smart

L. Supernatural x human

M. Boss x worker

N. Horny x horny

O. Bicker all the time but love each other

P. Celebrity x fan

Q. Jock x nerd

R. Popular x loner

S. Angel x demon

T. Mean one x Always apologizes for them

U. Madly in love x oblivious

V. Hate everyone but each other

W. Kuudere x tsundere

X. Royals

Y. Big soft x small scary

Z. Practically the same person

Your birth day:

Older brother x younger sister

Older sister x younger brother

Twin brother x sister

Half-brother x sister

Older brother x younger brother

Older sister x younger sister

Fraternal twin brothers

Fraternal twin sisters

Identical twin brothers

Identical twin sisters

Half-brothers

Half-sisters

Father x daughter

Mother x son

Uncle x niece

Aunt x nephew

Uncle x nephew

Aunt x niece

Father x son

Mother x daughter

Grandmother x grandson

Grandfather x granddaughter

Grandmother x granddaughter

Grandfather x grandson

Self x self

First cousins male/female

First cousins male/male

First cousins female/female

Distant cousins male/female

Distant cousins male/male

Distant cousins female/female

#a: mine #r: all #shipcest #proship #proshippers please interact #ship dynamics #tw:incest #mine is partners in crime gf gs... Rick and morty? (didn't watch)

[sketchesandnonesense]

God I hate seeing pr o s h i p posts so much. Bc like. All the ones that get popular have the nuance of an unbaked potato.

Like.

if someone writes a story where bad stuff happens like pedophilia n shit, and it's v obviously not romanticized

im uncomfortable, but whatever. Not my thing, I'm gonna move right along.

If it's romanticized and "shipped", then im stealing shit from your house.

Ships are meant to be "i ENJOY seeing this happen and these characters together"

n if you try n say otherwise you don't know fandom shit or you're twisting words because it's what's nifty. Ships are something you enjoy seeing to the extent you're giving it a lil name or some shit so you can find MORE. that is the point. that's how it's always been. I've been in fandom for far too fuckin' long n never seen it used otherwise.

And it's fucking creepy if it's a ship w/ a minor and an adult. Drawing romanticized ship art n writing fic where it's totally normal and okay and there's none of the moral and ethical issues is gross.

That kinda shit is what led me to being groomed twice n almost taken advantage of. Because my teenage ass would see that shit and think "oh well it's fine if they understand eachother soooo well and they REALLY love eachother"

like.

Yeah yeah dont censor yourself for kids or whatever but also like.

if VNs in the yandere boyfriend genre can put disclaimers that they contain shit typical of the genre you can put a disclaimer on your trash ship shit lmao

I'm not gonna send anyone hate over it bc fuckin'. I just do not care enough. But I am gonna avoid you and send only the most rancid vibes your way. I will feel nothing if I hear you fell down a manhole.

this kinda shit just fuckin pisses me off so bad lmao.

One of those things that makes me actually violently mad because so many pr sh people are like. SO fuckin high horse-y like "haha im so cool and unique bc im PrObLeMaTiC lmao get triggered snowflakes <3 ur a stupid idiot if ur uncomfortable fiction doesn't affect reality sweaty <3 even if u mention how ur life was actively harmed by this kind of thing idc <3 me jacking off to underage characters is more important than anything else <3"

like

"lookit me im so ACCEPTING and MORALLY SUPERIOR than these PURITANS"

when like.

the "puritans" are just "hey can you not be weird about underage characters n shipping them w/ adults?"

like. do your kink shit. Do your questionable relationship dynamics between grown adults. explore darker subjects. just don't romanticize adults fucking minors.

the bar is in hell but some people love to play fuckin limbo

#no reblogs and typed it funny to avoid The Discourse #I do not give a Shit #'oh it's a coping mechanism' then keep it to yourself #theres lotsa dumb arguments n im exhausted #do you i guess but if people dont wanna be near you dont get fuckin' surprised

[routeless-writer]

Kink Request List ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

This is an alphabetical list of kinks for requests and their availability. Please check the availability of your kink before requesting. If a kink is not on this list and you would like to know whether or not I will write it, feel free to dm me and ask. I will add it to the list for future reference after. This list will be updated regularly.

Anything with stars (✨) next to it is a favorite of mine and I will be more than happy to write it. Anything with a caution sign (⚠️) next to it is a potentially triggering kink for me or for others. This does not mean I won’t write it, but it will require warnings. Anything with a knife (🔪) next to it I refuse to write under any and all circumstances, and I would prefer to not be asked about it in any way, shape, form, or context.

Last update: 2/12/2024

A

Ageplay/age regression (in sexual context): not allowed (though simply the title of daddy/mommy is allowed, and age gaps are fine. i.e. Lilia or Comte x young adult MC.)🔪

Anonymous sex (glory holes, one night stands): allowed

Angry sex: allowed ⚠️

B

Bathroom kinks: never allowed🔪

BDSM: allowed ✨

Biting: allowed✨✨✨

Blindfolds: allowed

Blood play: allowed (used a lot in ikevamp/Lilia writing)⚠️

Body Worship: allowed ✨

Body Writing: allowed ✨

Branding: not allowed

Brats/brat taming: allowed✨

Breathplay: allowed⚠️ (includes choking)

Breeding: allowed✨

C

Chastity belt/cage: not allowed

CNC: allowed depending on context⚠️⚠️⚠️

Collaring: allowed✨

Cumplay: allowed✨

Cybersex: allowed

D

Dacryphilia: allowed✨✨✨

Daddy/mommy kink: allowed without ageplay aspects

Degradation: allowed✨⚠️

Dom/Sub and power dynamics: allowed✨

Double penetration: allowed

Drool: allowed✨⚠️

Drugging: (see dub-con) allowed depending on context ⚠️⚠️⚠️

Dub-con: allowed depending on context⚠️

E

Edging: allowed✨✨✨

Exhibitionism: allowed ⚠️

F

Feet fetish: not allowed

Finger sucking: allowed✨✨✨

G

Gags: allowed

Group sex: allowed

Gunplay: allowed⚠️ (never written before, though i can make an attempt?)

H

Hair pulling: allowed

Hand kink: allowed✨✨✨

Hard Doms: allowed ⚠️

Humiliation: allowed✨⚠️

Hypnosis: allowed⚠️

I

Ice play: allowed

Impact play: allowed (no face slapping though)⚠️

J

K

Knifeplay: allowed⚠️

L

Leather Bondage: allowed ✨

Lingerie: allowed ✨✨✨

M

Make up sex: allowed

Marking: allowed✨✨✨

Master/Mistress kink: allowed⚠️

Medical play: allowed⚠️

N

O

Omegaverse: not allowed

Orgasm denial: allowed

Outdoor sex: allowed

Overstimulation: allowed✨✨✨

P

Pegging: allowed

Petplay: allowed✨

Piercings: allowed if it’s mention of having piercings/the piercings themselves, not the ACT of piercing someone ⚠️

Pole dance: allowed

Power bottoms: allowed

Praise: allowed ✨✨✨

Primal play: allowed ✨

Q

R

Rope Bondage/Shibari: allowed ✨✨✨

Ruined orgasm: allowed but I’ve never written this before, so it’ll probably suck lol

S

Sensory deprivation (anything not already listed): allowed

Service Doms/Tops: allowed✨

Service Subs/Bottoms: allowed ✨

Size kink: allowed✨✨✨

Soft brat taming: allowed✨✨✨✨✨

Soft Doms: allowed ✨✨✨

Somnophilia: allowed ⚠️✨

Striptease: allowed

T

Temperature play: allowed

Tentacles: allowed

Toys: allowed

Tattoos: allowed

U

V

Voyeurism: allowed depending on context ⚠️

W

Wax play: allowed

Weight play: allowed

X

Y

Yandere: may be allowed in the future?

#mod mezzo #blog rules #not a request #request rules #rules #masterlist #navigation #secret stash

[mango-bango-bby]

NSFW alphabet with our fav blasty boy bakugou?

♡ Yandere Bakugou NSFW Alphabet ♡

Here you go 💕💖💗💝

(Fem!darling)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) ♡

Although Katsuki may seem tough on the outside, he does really care about you so he always wants to make sure you’re ok. Katsuki likes to lay with you for at least ten minutes before he cleans you up. You could try to get up but he’s stronger than you, so just cuddle with him. Sometimes he can get a little bit rough with you and hurt you a little bit.

“You.. you did really good. I-I’m proud of you, baby”

“Why the fuck are you crying? Do you need something? Are you hurt?”

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) ♡

Katsuki loves your thighs. You’ll have hickeys and bite marks over your thighs. It hurts when he does so and he’ll try to make sure they don’t hurt as much. Sometimes there are bruises on your thighs in the shape of his hand. If he really hurts you, please tell him. He doesn’t mean to hurt you, it just kind of happens, he can’t get rid of his rough nature.

Katsuki is very proud of his arms. They’re muscular and large and covered in “heroic” scars. He knows he pretty muscular so he will try to show off in front of you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) ♡

Katsuki’s pretty good with everything, inside you, on you, everything. He doesn’t like wearing condoms, though. So you’ll probably have to take birth control because he gets cranky if you make him wear a condom.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) ♡

Katsuki has jerked off to a picture of you, before he took you. Not something he’s super proud of but he doesn’t really care anymore. He’s also stolen your panties before.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) ♡

Despite pretending like he knows what he’s doing, he’s a total virgin. It’s hard to tell because he acts so cocky and, because he’s watched you masturbate, he’s very good at making you cum. Sometimes he clearly doesn’t know what he’s doing but he won’t admit it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) ♡

Although Katsuki is a bit more of an ass/thigh man, the does like seeing your face and your chest. So most of the time you’re facing him. He does like when you ride him but he likes to control the pace and move your hips for you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) ♡

Katsuki isn’t goofy outside of sex. So what makes you think he will during sex?

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) ♡

Katsuki, despite putting up a bad-boy persona, is a very neat person. That includes his personal hygiene. So his hair down there is very neat and trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) ♡

Katsuki does like holding you close and depending on his mood he’ll be super intimate. Sometimes after hard days of hero work he’ll be less intimate but hats not saying much because he’s still more intimate than most.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) ♡

Katsuki mostly masturbates to relieve stress and not to pleasure himself. Sometimes before he took you he does when he super stressed and pretends you’re with him. He doesn’t masturbate often, especially not after he took you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) ♡

Katsuki is a fairly vanilla person. But he does love being dominant over you. He likes dom/sub dynamics inside and out of the bedroom. Katsuki also loves ‘marking’ this includes, biting and hickeys. All over your body. Don’t worry, he knows sometimes it hurts but he makes sure to gently kiss every bite mark.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) ♡

Katsuki hates the idea of people seeing you (even though you’re trapped in his house) so you will always fuck in the bedroom. Windows shut as well as blinds and curtains. He doesn’t care if people hear you, though. He kind of likes the idea of people hearing how good he makes you feel and being jealous of him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) ♡

Katsuki loves seeing you in his shirts (preferably with no bottoms on) he loves how baggy they are on you, your soft ass and thighs peeking out. He will make you wear his shirt around the house. If you get cold, you can cuddle with him... or more.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) ♡

Once again, Katsuki can not deal with other people seeing you. Therefore he can not share you, maybe if it was with another yandere he could get along with.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) ♡

Katsuki likes giving more than receiving, mostly because he likes showing off in front of you. You’re eyes will probably get watery at the hard bites on your inner thighs but you’ll quickly forget about that when he actually begins eating you out. He does also like getting blowjobs though. Although they are rough, so be aware.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) ♡

Depending on Katsuki’s mood his thrusts are either, slow and hard or fast and hard. If he’s going to fast or thrusting to hard, let him know or tap him on the shoulder and he’ll stop or go slower. He wants you to feel good as well.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) ♡

Katsuki really likes seeing you fucked-out-of-your-mind (aka he’s really trying to prove himself to you) as well as he has a thing for overstimulation. And Katsuki has an incredible amount of stamina so quickies are a no-go

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) ♡

No.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) ♡

This man has an incredible amount of stamina. He can last so many rounds. If you’re someone who’s very sensitive and can’t handle it, he might stop. But he just really wants you to feel good and see how much he loves you. So he’ll continue and just kiss and/or lick your tears away.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) ♡

No. He’s the only one/thing to make you feel good. So, no.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) ♡

Katsuki does love to tease a fair bit. Sometimes his teasing sounds mean but that’s not his intentions. He unintentionally infantilizes you. If he’s being to mean with his teasing, let him know and he’ll stop and comfort you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) ♡

Katsuki is very loud. Lots of groans, grunts, sometimes chocked sobs. Definitely groans in your ear, it makes you shiver when he grunts praises towards you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) ♡

Katsuki is a panty stealer as well as a panty sniffer.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) ♡

Have you seen this man? He’s obviously larger than average in the nether regions. He’s also incredibly muscular, so run your hands down his abs.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) ♡

Katsuki has a very high sex drive but sometimes he just jerks off instead, you need a break every once and a while.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) ♡

Katsuki always waits until you’re ‘asleep’ (sometimes you’re not, you’re just pretending). After you’re asleep that’s usually when he’s the softest. Leaving kisses on your sleeping face and playing with your hair. He usually falls asleep holding you against his chest.

#yandere smut #yandere bnha #yandere x reader #yandere bakugou #yandere bakugo x reader #yandere!bakugou #yandere katsuki #yandere Katsuki x reader

[syrups-fanfic-cafe]

Introduction

Hello! You may have known me as @/Syrups-Writing-corner, and well, you might know what has happened to it. But, I’m back again, this time with a cafe theme and a new blog (cause tumblr staff won’t give me my blog back). Things will be the same as last time, but, I’ll still remake this pinned with everything for anybody who’s forgotten.

About Mod Syrup

Mod Syrup is fine!

I am adult, but I still dk how nsfw will go

I’m a Fundanshi, Himedanshi, Profic, and Anti-hara!

Selfship friendly

Currently questioning gender, probably pangender though, any pronouns besides she/her

Aspiring Mangaka

My Ao3’s are ApathicAuthor (Non-problematic writing), and ProblematicApathic (Problematic Writing).

All my headcanons and imagines will be archived to this book right here. If you want to find my past headcanons from my previous blog, they are also kept there.

What I will write:

Headcanons

Imagines/short fics

Problematic dynamics

Yandere

Canon x canon

Canon x reader

Canon x reader x canon

NSFW/Smut (again idk how well it'll go but I can t r y)

What I won’t write:

Angst without Comfort (angst with comfort is ok)

Things like S/H, Suicide, and Domestic Abuse (will write comfort and recovery headcanons/fics for said topics)

Real Person Fiction/Stuff involving real people

Parasites

Drug Use/Abuse

Anything I find especially gross or unsanitary.

Crossover ships (I now have a separate blog for that

Fandoms I will write for (bold is sources I’m confident writing, italics is sources I’m embarrassed writing, but will still happily write for):

Angels of Death

Animal Crossing

Afterl!fe (yes, even if the fandoms kinda dead)

Baldi’s Basics (+ mod/fangame characters)

Bendy and The Ink Machine

BFDI/BFB

Boyfriend to Death (Both 1 and 2)

Break In (Roblox)

Bugsnax

Cookie run (Both Ovenbreak and Kingdom)

Creepypasta

Danganronpa (all main games + UDG, No fangans)

Deltarune

Doki Doki Literature Club

Doors (Roblox)

Dream SMP (Characters, never the streamers)

Eddsworld

Five Nights At Freddy’s series + Fangames

Friday Night Funkin + Mods

Genshin Impact

Happy Tree friends

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Henry Stickmin Series

HLVRAI

Homestuck

Huniepop (both 1 and 2)

Identity V

Inanimate insanity

Madness Combat

Monster Prom

Mortal Combat

My Little Pony

MyStreet

Obey Me! Shall We Date

Object Terror

Okegom

OHSHC

ONE

Rainbow Friends (Roblox)

Roblox Myths

Riddle School

Saints Rows series

SCP Foundation

Smile For Me

Sonic Series

South Park

Sr Pelo’s Spooky Month

Steven Universe

Tankmen Series

Telltales TWD Games

The Amazing Digital Circus

The Nightly Manor

Therapy With DR Albert Krueger

Undertale + Au’s

Vincent: Secret of Myers

Welcome Home

Yandere Sim

Your Turn To Die

Zardy’s Field

And more that I currently can’t remember :p

Note: if you do not see a source on this list, please ask me first if I write for it, as I only write for fandoms/sources I’m familiar with. Any requests for characters from sources that are not on the list will be deleted.

Blacklist:

Abia from Huniepop

AloeCy/ Aloe Cookie x Cyborg

Romantic Carol x Whitty/Wharol

RaspRose/ Raspberry mousse cookie x Rose cookie

Romantic Bad x Sapnap

Romantic Ruv x Sarv

Sarah from Huniepop

Starving Artist Mod

Starecrown mod

DNI:

Anti/Fanpol

You condone harassment for any reason

Transmed/truscum/terf

Pro-Para

Pro-Consang

Pro-TransID

Any Radqueer/Radqueer adjacent labels

You participate in cancel culture or cringe culture.

Anyways, thank you for reading the pinned, and you can now request something from me!

#☕༻︴get to know me {intro} #☕༻︴care to share? {promo} #☕༻︴tea time {headcanons} #☕༻︴take it to go {imagines} #pro shippers please interact #proship safe #proship #proshipper #tw food #ask to tag

[ryugucci]

⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ CONTENT CONDITIONS.

dark content.

i don’t write dc. it’s just not my cup of tea. H O W E V E R… i follow and interact with blogs that write and interact with dc. so if you came here looking for that specifically from me… you won’t get it, but what you CAN get is recs of good writers that do write dark content. i’ve read their works (both sfw + nsfw) personally and can confirm they’re good at what they do. source? dude, just trust me.

gen content

i write fluff, angst and smut (sometimes all 3 at once), in the form of short fics, fic series, headcanons, requests, or drabbles. the content i write will always be character x female bodied reader unless stated otherwise.

NSFW content

in the smut categore, i write: breeding, use of toys, dom/sub dynamics, brat taming, dirty talk/degradation, mild pet play, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, belly bulge, size kink, cumflation, mirror sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dumbification, light bondage, ass play, clit slapping, dacryphilia, spit kink, edging… yeah you get the gist.

characters i write for

draken*, mikey*, angry*, chifuyu*, shinichiro*, smiley, hakkai, bonten members (derogatorily affectionate), mitsuya, hanma, (squints) [tok rev]

choso*, gojo*, toji*, nanami [jjk]

iwa*, sakusa*, yaku*, kuroo, kenma, hinata*, oikawa, matsukawa, makki, miya brothers, bokuto, akaashi, aran <3 [haikyuu]

notes.

* refers to characters i love to write aka my biases.

expect list to shrink/grow.

all characters will be AGED UP!

content i don’t write.

rape, incest (hard and pseudo), pedophelia, yandere, piss play, vomit, mindbreak, coercion, manipulation, gaslighting, teacher x student, master x slave (don’t even THINK to ask for it), pegging, anal, a/b/o.

characters i currently don’t write content for:

kisaki, naoya zenin, junpei, coach ukai, baji.

notes.

expect list to shrink/grow.

***just because i don’t write dc means i’m some holier-than-thou blog. which means, don’t come in my inbox expecting to shit on dc writers thinking you’ll get a hoorah from me. i will block you. leave people alone.

last updated: 08/13/2021.

#content list #✧; navi.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere V + H: Epel Felmier

He’s your henchman…until he isn’t

When you first start working together its a way out for him

A way to go against society 

Following you: the one who already has been doing villainy for awhile

“I-I want to make them pay!”

“That’s a bad boy! Now come let’s plan. Their demise will be sweet!”

“Like Apple Pie!”

“Yes!”

But Epel’s impatient

He’s rowdy 

He can’t be contained and whatever rules you’re trying to implement are stupid

Therefore he’s going to usurp your villainy

Taking the rug out from underneath you to do things his way

Because no rules and society sucks

But don’t think you can escape anytime soon

No rules don’t mean no loyalty

You agreed to take him under your wing

Now let him take you under his

Don’t struggle it’ll be less painful that way:

“Mwahahahaha!” 

When you awoke to the fizzling of the machine almost drowned out the maniacal laughing of your...no…what used to be your henchman. His adorable face was contorting to maintain his widened eyes and smile, facing the ceiling with the height of their laugh. 

Scanning the room you eyed the fallen heroes no longer mildly struggling but laying still. The splatters of blood near them and various objects are also caked in similar colored substances. It awoke you harder than you would have liked. Registering the stabbing pain in the back of your head, you attempted to pull yourself up. Leaning on nearby debris you slowly tried to inch toward the raised platform.

“Ah (Y/n)! You’re awake? Already?” He tilted his head looking like a turtle with the raised collar of his leather suit. “I guess that’s okay for now. I’m sure you’ll be impressed to see how much I’ve done.”

“W-what have you done?”

He didn’t seem to listen to you or care about whatever you had to say instead he smirked gleefully through the rounded glass of the abandoned planetarium. You slinked to the side of his stage making your way to the window ahead; showing the city. Just below the building you could see stores being looted and people attacking one another. 

“Just a little bit of liquid animosity and suddenly so many are willing to go to up and arms…all at my command.”

You could feel your conscious slipping, no doubt fighting a concussion. Eyelids slipping close you turned around barely able to hook your fingers around the tip of his cape, you pulled.

“Please…Epel…they’ll turn on…you.”

Your knees began to wobble slipping on to the floor, only to be stopped by leather gloves holding you till. He pulled you close warming you face with his excited breaths, smiling at your droopy expression. 

“Awww you’re still worried, I’d let them walk all over me too? No, no never again. I have a way to  curve their chaos.” 

He slowly released you watching with a sly smile as you fell into the clutch of giant leaves. He stood up, pridefully watching his plant monsters cradle your form. He cooed at you doing a light jump for joy at the perfect outcome to his major scheme.

“Go ahead and take them to my garden. We have so much to catch up on!” 

The giant plant creature held you close enveloping you in soft violet petals as it stumbled to the parked ship. Epel took one last look outside before turning to follow suit to the ship. 

“Mhmhmh.”

He stopped his walk, turning to see one of the heroes groaning as they awoke. The villain brandished his bat, dragging it along as he came upon the slowly awaking hero.

“No body’s taking them or my newfound freedom away.”

#yandere epel felmier x reader #yandere epel felmier #yandere epel x reader #yandere epel felmier twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere twst epel #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere v + h dynamic #yandere henchman #Yandere V + H: Epel Felmier #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere villain x reader #yandere villain x henchman dynamic #yandere twisted wonderland x reader

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere V+H: Tamaki Amajiki

Henchman material all the way 

“Th-that’s the perfect plan, (Y/n)! You always think of the best things.”

he tends to have issues with his self-esteem

Easily idolizing those he feels shine brighter than he

Or in this condition create a darker shadow

He sees you as the best villain 

Shakily smiling after you when you praise him for doing his part

He watches how you so effortlessly take down the superheroes with their powerful abilities

All while discovering your powers

But he’ll deny it when he’s teased by the villain’s guild

But he loves your words of encouragement 

“Tamaki, you should definitely go pro!”

“No no, I don’t think I would want to could…”

But you’re not the only one to notice his efforts 

And on a deeper level, Tamaki isn’t all that concerned with anyone outside of his comfortable bubble

The comfortable bubble that only includes you

So he doesn’t mind all that much when he feels compelled to destroy anything outside of it:

“Congratulations Amajiki you’ve been promoted to professional status! Your new lair will be provided to you after you receive your letter of performance from your former employer. If you want to–”

Tamaki hung up the landline, it didn’t mean all that much when his world was crumbling around him. Promotion? From you? What was better than fighting alongside you? Nothing, he knew that much. His frazzled mind began to swim with what actions might have led to the travesty of this ‘promotion’. Was it his defense during the tech heist? Or the role he played in the destruction of the elite team? Or was it–

*Knock Knock* “Hey, you done in there? We’re on a time crunch y’know? Hahaha, crunch. Get it? Cause your name’s Suneater?”

He slowly slugged out of the phone booth letting a wobbly smile curl on his face as you giggled at your own joke. He couldn’t ask for a better sight. Even in your civilian disguise, you glowed like no other and he wanted nothing more than to power that light. 

“I-I’m done.”

“Good, ‘cause my phones blowing up because our partners are calling us!”  

Hearing the emphasis on partners, immediately put him back in the working mind. Letting himself hide his blush in the hat as you pulled him along by your hand. The warmth of your fingers in his threatened to activate his tentacles he had sprouted after his takoyaki brunch. He refrained, instead taking stock of the dingy building the crowd gathered in. 

“Hey hey!” You released his hand to hug your friend who happened to be invisible jumping up and down which you immediately began to catch up. Leaving Tamaki to internally curse out the invisible fiend that took your attention from him.

“Suneater, congratulations on your promotion you’ll be topping the charts in no time once you get started!”

He shuddered with surprise looking worriedly at you, only to find you were beaming with pride. A far cry from the dejected expression you should have made since your henchman was making a departure from your jurisdiction. 

“Yup, that’s my boy! All the calls to the big ones on top really paid off!”

Your jovial confession answered the stabbing question for Tamaki. In the most beautiful, horrible way your encouraging actions sabotaged the future he’s hoped you two would share together. 

“Awww are ya sad, Tamaki? Well, you shouldn’t worry as long as (Y/n) stays in the top fifteen you can always be their partner!”

Like a light at the end of the tunnel, Tamaki had a new outlook on his circumstances. At this revelation, he’d never have to leave your side. Nothing had to be changed! It would be perfect he couldn’t help the smile that twitched on his face. You turned to him chuckling behind your hand.

“Was that what you’ve been worrying about today? Of course, I’d love to be partners with you if you don’t mind me.”

“I-I’d love to!”

Exclaiming louder than he meant to he tried to shrink into the collar of his coat as you and your friend laughed before continuing on into the crowd. 

The rest of the day was draining, speaking to many different villains both new and old faces. Attending seminars and putting petitions down for different inventors; the day was long and all Tamaki wanted to do was to return home with you. Which would have been the fate of you both if it weren’t for the professional rankings. When the announcer called out your name it wasn’t automatically with his…it was with another. 

“In 14th place is a new villain duo: noteworthy ReaderYourName and Hassai Eight Bullets!”

Again the eruption of cheers and hollers as your best headlines were put on the screen along with the other villain’s displayed on the screen. He could feel your worried gaze as an embarrassed huff left your mouth.

“T-Tamaki…I…I’ll be right back..I’m just going to sort this out.”

Leaving your seat he watched as you disappeared behind a wall followed by the villain previously on the screen. His eyes narrowed before following behind. 

“Hassai what’s the meaning of this!?”

“Oh please, I told you I’d send in the request. You’re little sidekick got promoted, didn’t he? It shouldn’t be an issue then.”

“That’s not the point!”

Tamaki watched as you went back and forth about the logistics of pulling this off without your consent before it came to a head. Face to face, closer than he would have liked, your face was contorted with anger while Hassai’s was spread with a devious smirk. Outstretching his hand a hum of electrical crystals sparked in your face making you flinch away backing yourself into a corner, letting yourself be caged by the villain.

“It’s not so bad, don’t you think babe? Where you’re weak,” crackling the crystals in your face he leaned closer into you. “I’m strong! We’ll complement each other perfectly!” 

Ending on the vowel his mouth stayed open letting his breath fan against your cheek. You worried it would have escalated and so did Tamaki. 

“Hey! You’re the lil’ sidekick we’ve been talking about, right? Aww don’t be sad we’ll save it for when they’re back at my lair! Hahaha!” 

He leaves joining the crowd as you slowly walked to your henchman with a sorrowful look on your face. 

“Tamaki…I’m so sorry.”

Your shame and sorrow came off of you in waves as you kept your eyes lowered but Tamaki took the step forward. Pulling you into a hug he bowed your head into his shoulder as he let himself curl around you, tentacles and all.

__________________________________________________

In the weeks following the official rankings, you and Tamaki had not separated. Not long after the convention Hassai failed to follow up on their duties as the villain in the 14th rank leaving the position open for the runner-up. 

“Suneater you take the left flank and I’ll take the right! Don’t let that one with the muscles anywhere near here!”

“Got it.”

You both easily fell into your old routine easily evading the heroes and accomplishing your mission. Having finally put the obstacles on your side out of commission you twirled the Transmitter in your hands before hopping back to Tamaki’s location. Coming from across multiple rooftops you landed on the chimney watching as he dominated his opponents sending some crashing to the ground and others suffocating to death. But one stood out to you–stabbed by a crystal that spasmed electrical shocks over the body the method reminded you of someone.

You stood alert as your partner landed next to you prepared to swing you and himself across the rooftops. He was crouched, already in position before looking back to you; more precisely where you were staring. 

“What?”

“Oh, it's nothing! By the way, got the transmitter in one piece!”

For Tamaki some change was good. But nothing too drastic…he wouldn’t be able to live otherwise.

#Yandere V + H Dynamic #yandere v + h dynamic #yandere villain and henchman dynamic #yandere Tamaki Amajiki #yandere tamaki #yandere tamaki amajiki #yandere bnha #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere suneater #yandere bnha original au #yandere tamaki amajiki x reader #yandere mha x reader #yandere mha

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere V + H: Ace Trappola

Crunchy Henchman Energy belongs to him

He’s pissy, he’s whiney, and he ultimately will listen to whatever you say

Don’t get him wrong 

He doesn’t do this because he loves you so he says

He isn’t following you because he doesn’t have any good plans so he says

Or because he loves to see you happy so he says

Usually coupled with the Spades to his hearts 

He begrudgingly follows your dastardly plans 

A common thing you tend to nag him about is his impulsivity

Like the urge to eternally cripple the hero you were going to simply leave trapped

Or the urge to pour poison into the water supply 

“Why can’t I? We might get lucky and it’ll kill our guy!”

“No Ace! There’s a sense of principle with these kinds of things.”

He’s so used to getting scolded by you he doesn’t feel the need to pull you away

Instead, he’s the one you’re holding back

That’s why he shouldn’t have had to step in

He shouldn’t have to pull you from the edge 

Especially because someone’s given you cold feet:

“What do you mean you’re going with him?! You can’t seriously be thinking of joining that guy! He’s just trying to trick you, can’t you see that?!” 

This was stupid! Bogus! Bologna! 

To be stuck calling out to you from the docking hatch of your hover-craft as the freak in tights stood at the highest spot of the skyscraper holding a hand out to you with that disgusting look in his eyes. He felt like puking at the sight, even worse all he can see is you’re head switching back and forth as you debated. 

Why was there a decision to be made? He was your henchman! Your henchman to your villain! How dare you even look at that arrogant show-pony when he was right here!? How dare you even waver at those insipid baby blues as they offer you a life so far from your own?! 

“But Ace w-what if I really could make more of a difference…being a hero.”

“You can!” The freak interjected making your head snap in his direction. “Please! Just come with me!” 

You swayed with a decision, visibly torn between your henchman and the hero who offered a new life. Ace glared at him, looking down to silently hook his harness to the cargo bay’s safety straps. He eyed the jumpiness of your steps noting that you were not leaning anywhere just yet. He tugged at the harness, ensuring his safety, he began inching closer to you slowly releasing his grip on the hovercraft’s side doors. He was going to grab you. Take his boss back before you got any ideas. Just a couple of feet more. 

You turned back to Ace tears building from under your mask. He couldn’t understand what decision you were making but it didn’t matter; he was close enough to jump. 

“I think I’m going to–” 

Because of its idiot driver, the hovercraft shook, and your lost footing resulted in you tripping. Like the peak henchman, he was he swooped in holding you to his chest as you clung to him. This was the best! He adjusts his feet, cradling you into his chest to create the magical image of your teary eyes looking up at him. He knew it. He knew you’d pick him, in the end. 

“(Y/n)!” 

“...That’s it.” The henchman pulled one of his newest toys. Vetoed by you for being ‘too cruel’ he pulled back detonating the grenade in the direction of the hero who called your name, a name that only he gets to use

“Ace-!” 

You tried, just barely turning in time to watch the explosion of the flaming acid envelope the hero. His screams filled the night air as he melted just as all the plastic dummies had done in the testing stages before; Ace felt that it was a fitting end for a freak as dumb as him; all the better that the hovercraft pulled away blowing the liquidated remains over the city.

It brought a smile to his face.

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Yandere Villain + Henchman Dynamic Masterlist

~An original premise that is about you and your favorite character's dynamic as villains and henchman. Always in support of you until they're not of your villainous pursuit. ~

Twisted Wonderland

Diasomnia

Ace Trappola

Epel Felmier

Boku no Hero Academia

Tamaki Amajiki

Kimetsu No Yaiba

Inosuke Hashibara

Jujutsu Kaisen

Gojo Satoru

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Yandere V+H: Diasomnia

Oddly enough you're the villain in this relationship

As the frontrunner big boss it's an often sight to see you playfully mock your opponents before sending your minions or devastating them with a wide range attack

Having the heroes crash in on your personal time your either seated on an intimidating horned fellow, in bed with a man with silver hair, squabbling with a blushing greenette, or chuckling with the playful general of your operations

Overall you as a villain is one that has your adversaries groaning or extremely worried

On your own your unpredictable, moody, and generally shifty with your motivations

Under the surface though, your actions mask a deeper plot that are run by your entourage that scoffs at the spectating heroes every time you make your escape

They are the true supervillains but the heroes don’t need to know that

Especially when your having so much fun playing with them

Your play sessions are always detrimental more so if your actually engaging with them

Whether the heroes know it or not your always accompanied by someone from Diasomnia

Whoever isn’t secretly working behind the scenes their watching you 

Often interjecting to tell you it's time to retreat 

Not because you’re in danger necessarily but because your bored or you’ve done what you were supposed to 

When you are home with them it's like a daytime job 

It's not your focus, it's not their focus

Because at the end of the day you can’t go out often and they love that

They mostly let you do what you want of course with their silent presence

That is until they can’t be silent any longer:

The sounds of explosions roused you from your nap. Relaxing in the botanical garden with Silver and Malleus you were appreciating the day off. The shaking of the hanging plants shook with the distant explosions. Silver woke just as fast, already reaching for his sword and you, your scythe. Malleus was already at the door waiting for you to dart out of the room towards the sounds. 

Arriving at the throne room you witnessed the armed forces of your opposing nation storming the castle through a hole in its gate. Already Lilia was engaged occupying the elite forces alongside Sebek who was defending the various sprites and creatures escaping through a portal. 

“What are you doing here!?”

You let your villain-persona out, drawing their attention to you as Sebek struggled against your typical opponents. 

“Didn’t think we’d come this far, huh?!”

“Your finished méchant!” 

You commenced in battle swinging dutifully at the ‘hero and their sidekick’ . You were handling them well despite being caught off guard. Blocking left, swinging right, you continued to power up for long range attacks which would have typically weakened your opponents; but this time it didn’t. You didn’t think much of it leading them away from the main traffic flow of the action. Secluding them you had intentions of bringing them down with grand pillars you had picked with Malleus just years before. You gritted your teeth as you rigged the explosions, being sure to keep them within range. Darting off at the sound of the triggers you escaped the black rubble, watching carefully in the floating dust. Not seeing any movement you planned to return to the main room focused on getting back to your family. Running with abandon you failed to react to the dagger shooting from the dark and into your shoulder. Wincing in pain for a moment you didn’t stop pushing, running into the main room expecting to see that your team was prevailing. In a way they were, Malleus was casually sitting on his throne while Silver stood guard casually flinging away arrows and other projectiles. Lilia was also no longer seriously fighting as he carefully watched over Sebek who continued to fight with the remaining elites. You began to make your way to aid Sebek only to dodge the javelin of another army. 

Summoning a magic attack you intended to halt their movements only to be stopped by a blunt force knocking you in the head. The sound was monumental and brought everyone’s attention to your form as you rolled and slid on the rubble riddled floor. The blow was dealt by another elite force armed with a giant hammer. If that wasn’t enough the two you thought had fallen were standing alongside the newcomer. 

“I don’t think you’ve ever met me, doll. I’m quite pleased we’re meeting on these terms.”

“Give it up Ripper! This is your end!”

The hero's words struck a chord with many in the room and you were spurred to rise to your feet. You refused to meet their eyes knowing full-well that they were glowing with an unmerciful anger that would be more devastating than anything you could muster. You figured to be truly merciful you should end their lives if only to save them from the wrath of your family. So you buckled down calling your weapon to you as you pointed your weapon at the group. 

“I can’t allow you to–Agh!”

Your counter was interrupted by another elite who had been previously fighting Sebek who stood alongside the trio. Your cheek burned a searing pain from their ninja star.

“Enough out of you, pig! Now prepare for slaughter!” 

You lowered your weapon beginning to shake as you tried to fight it. You failed, bursting into tears as you let yourself fall to your knees. Maybe it was the definite concussion you weren’t nursing or maybe it was the dagger in your shoulder but that word:

“I-I’m not a pig! Puh-please don’t call me that!” 

You sobbed letting that rack your body as you covered your crying face with your bruised and scraped hands. The heroes’ guards were lowered as they questioned what this meant, assuming they won they began to smile, almost missing the green glow from the horned fae standing before his throne. Faltering at the mere presence his power presented as it began to swell as the sound of your crying seemed to be the only thing he seemed to hear. 

“What was it you said–'' He began to shift, growing to an enormous size with scales forming as the goup of heroes began to falter as they backed away in fear. “Prepare for the slaughter?”

Without restraint the dragon Malleus began to lay waste to any of the nearby elites and then the retreating army. Completely blind with rage he entirely missed the elites who still stood in a formation just a meter away or perhaps he was aware that they’d be dealt with. 

“D-did you know they had a dragon on their side?”

“N-no. What do we do now?”

“Maybe we can make them tell us.”

Taking all but one step towards your still sobbing form before being met with the horrifying presence of the fae general: Lilia Vanrouge. Surrounded by magic wisps of black and red his aura was suffocating, not nearly as powerful as the dragon laying waste to the army they had led but still a force to be reckoned with.

“You really were lucky…they simply wanted to end you with mercy. Now you deal with me.”

His fanged smile morphed with him into a terrifying form allowing him to latch onto the hammer wielding hero subjecting them to some unseeable pain. They hollered as they scratched at their neck then their stomach than their face all while Lilia continued to smile over him. The leader of the elites went to attack the fae only to be stopped by a stray sword plunging into their calf, wincing with pain they turned to see their attacker was your green haired companion. 

“HOW DARE YOU INSOLENT HUMANS! NO DIRT! NO LESS THAN DIRT I’M GOING TO PUT YOU IN THE GROUND! NAY YOU’RE GOING TO WISH THAT WAS ALL I WAS DOING TO YOU!!!”

The remaining hero cowered, watching their companions get tortured by the remaining fae. Frantically looking at the exits all leading to the fiery devastation in the wake of the dragon’s anger. In desperation they turned to you with a plea on their tongue. 

“Hey! Y-you–huh?”

Where you had been crying on the floor was Silver standing as he held you in his arms. Nuzzling the top of your head as you weakly cried into his chest he placed a comforting kiss on your forehead. He glared intensely at the bumbling idiot with the nerve to beg, he sneered, turning you away from them.

“I have no doubt they’ll make you suffer and it will be every bit deserving for the likes of you.”

Making his way to the portal he tried to find comfort in their screams as Lilia dragged them to the duo of corpses forced to suffer the remaining wrath of both Sebek and Lilia. 

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“Mmmh? Silver what happened? Where is everyone?”

“I’m happy you're alright. Malleus has dedicated himself to retaining your honor and Father went to…slow him down before he goes ‘berserk’ as you’d say.”

“Oh-okay but Sebek?”

“In the kitchen, cooking your favorite. He’s been working himself ragged because he was worried for you.” He smiles, carressing your face in emphasis as you tiredly smile back at him. 

Finally trying to gain your bearings you struggled a little to sit up as you scanned the room. The room smelt of cinders and magic as Silver supported you as you sat up.

“I-I’m back in this room? B-but Silver, why? I didn’t look at anyone romantically or even platonically, w-what did I do?”

He sighed, urging you to lay back down as he eyed your wrapped shoulder. Easily over-powering with your already weak struggle you succumbed to the plush of the magically imbued pillows.

“You didn’t do anything (Y/n)...we just…want to make sure we know who you're playing with the next time. Trust us, (Y/n) the moment Master Malleus and Father secure your reign then you can come out again. For now just stay safe for all of us.”

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Yandere V+H: Inosuke Hashibara

“Prepare for the power of the god of the forest: INOSUKE!”

“Behold his glory and wonder. *Sigh* I don’t get paid enough for this”

He’s the boisterous and unpredictable villain

And your the exhausted level-headed henchman

Simply desiring his safety he really has to whine to get you to do more in his schemes

“Come onnn (Y/n) you have to move your arms when you say it!”

“Fine. Fine.”

“From the top!” 

As a villain, he’s destructive and performative

He wants the heroes to tremble when they see him come on the scene

And he’s wild. The will of the forest obeys him, he’s flexible, and his chiseled katanas slice through millions of properties with every attack

As his henchman, you’re usually forced to be the brains of the relationship filling in the holes of anywhere Inosuke misses

A glorified secretary that directs his attacks so that you can afford all his villainy

He doesn’t often thank you 

but usually, his pure joy is enough

And the fat stack he doesn’t mind you helping yourself to

But he does care about you 

A Lot Actually 

that doesn’t truly show until he doesn’t have you:

“Go! Get out of here!” 

Trapped in the bindings of a hero’s capture weapon he listens to you…like he always does; letting his army of mutated warthogs carry him back into the mountainous forests. In the mock silence that his forest-based lair has he can’t help but punch at the bicep in front of his heart. 

“There…There…there’s something wrong.”

He punches at the muscle but it doesn’t change the way his sky-blue eyes still water and his lips quiver. He misses you so dearly. If you were here you would have run your hands through his hair. Patted his back and made his favorite food. But you weren’t here. You were gone. Captured by those stupid worms that loved to challenge his authority. 

Sluggishly walking around the modernized kitchen he opened the freezing box to see your leftovers in there. In the reaches of his mind, he could see you smile before curling your lips around your food as you ate. Spotting the bulky chair you begged he retrieves during his attack on a ‘mall.’

“Ahh~This is the best massage chair ever!” He recalled you moaning after a mission; he remembered his jealousy.

And as he nestled into the spot with the dip of your butt he sorrowfully sniffed in the scent. He ate your leftovers still replaying you doing the same. And when the chair awoke he let his eyes leak as he felt the tension in his back begin to fade. 

Snapping up he threw the empty Tupperware into the wall

“I’m getting them back!” 

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“They haven’t spilled anything…but they don’t seem all that adverse to color therapy.”

“Well, I’m glad they’re having fun.”

The chief doctor spoke with the hero behind the one-way glass. Both watched as you so easily interacted with the other villains in the psychiatric ward. They had made the assumption that as Inosuke’s lackey, you would have been developmentally challenged but it seemed you were quite content. Deciding it was time to try interrogating again the hero nods to the doctor. 

“So, you seem quite comfortable here.”

“Well yeah! Toilets that flush, an actual mattress, and I get to color for hours on end! I never realized I’d miss modern amenities so much!”

“So you don’t live in the city.”

“I know what you’re trying to figure out but I’m not going to break.”

“Ah well, I should’ve known. You are the brains, aren’t you? It’d be a problem if you let anything slip.”

“Haha, I’m not the ‘brains’ if anything I’m the–”

A crash and an alarm began to sound 

Both you and the hero looked around confused

“Is this you?”

“Heck no!”

There were screams from the halls and distorted grunts. Standing protectively in front of your restrained figure the hero brandished their weapon.

“Stay with me, I won’t let anything, agh–”

Before the hero could finish a chiseled blade punctured through his chest to his back. Before painstakingly being pulled horizontally to tear through the hero’s body. Successfully slicing through it, the body falls with two thuds. Leaving you to stand at the boar-headed villain who’s come to retrieve you. 

“I-inosuke?”

“I can’t stand not hearing you for too long. And naturally, as your awesome and powerful boss, I’ve come to save you.”

“I-inosuke you’ve never actually…sliced a person before…Are you okay?”

“Heh?! I hardly noticed. Now watch as I mow down all the worms that continue to keep you away from me!”

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New Idea For Oneshots...

Yandere Villain+Henchmen further known as Yandere V+H Dynamic

In this type of headcannon and/or short story the dynamic of the villain and henchman is explored more so on the yandere factor of the subject themselves. Kind of like the Among Us series it varies who I’m doing and if an ask were to ever specify certain differences, changes, or reader types then that would influence the result. Either way this isn’t just limited to villains or henchmen if need be I might add a superhero counterpart. Just a heads up, for this title name and just a way to bring those asks in!

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