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Can you pls do platonic yandere sanemi x demon child reader (that is also tanjiros and nezukos younger sibling to)

soft yandere!older brother figure!shinazugawa sanemi x child!demon!reader hcs [platonic]

TITLE: " TURBULENCE " — navi.

A/N: this contains huge manga spoilers in regards to sanemi's past/relationships!! also ,, ty for being patient annonie, if ur still there :') also i accidentally posted this b4 i finished it, so sorry if anyone saw that...

PAIRING: soft yandere!older brother figure!shinazugawa sanemi x child!demon!kamado!reader (platonic)

CHARACTERS: shinazugawa sanemi (21), reader (12), nezuko (14), tanjiro (16)

☆ sanemi hates demons.

☆ that much is clear from the spectacle he made of your older sister, nezuko, at the hashira's headquarters with that horrrible temper of his. needless to say, you don't like him at all and he clearly doesn't like you or your sister, either. it certainly doesn't help that master kagaya seems to have a sour sense of humor as you're now stuck with him as your babysitter.

☆ both tanjiro and nezuko vehemently object to master kagaya's orders. the servants of the residence had to literally rip you from the ironed grips of your older siblings, who were screaming bloody murder as if you'd be separated for the rest of eternity. they were certainly being a tad bit dramatic, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't just as upset.

☆ with the deal set in stone, however, sanemi drags you to his home as begrudgingly as humanly possible and condemns you to one of his spare bedrooms. apparently he lived alone (expected tbh) in a traditional style home, complete with the koi ponds and bamboo deer scares. it's nice, you'll give him that, but his nasty attitude doesn't seem to match the beauty of his residence.

☆ although your living conditions are less than ideal, you're old enough to know that staying under someone else's roof is almost never free. you try (keyword: try) to do what you can to help around the house but sanemi is constantly hollering at you to leave him alone or to not mess with his stuff.

☆ he insists you stay in your room and out of his way, but you still tail behind him from afar out of your debilitating boredom. if he notices, he says nothing, and simply ignores you as if you're not even there. at least when you were with tanjiro and nezuko there was always something to do—sanemi is so boring.

☆ sometimes sanemi gets really angry for seemingly no reason and at any given time. he'll storm outside and take it out on the poor practice dummies that litter his backyard, grunting in oblivious rage when he accidentally kicks one of their heads off. you're not sure what it is about you that makes him so angry; you've kind of already ruled it out as his perpetual state of being.

☆ and, well, sanemi doesn't... hate you. you remind him so much of his younger brother, genya, and most of his anger is only borne out of pain. as the eldest of the family he once knew, it's not like the instincts he acquired to take care of his siblings just went away. you simply remind him of who he used to be and the weaknesses that tore his family apart make him inexplicably angry.

☆ considering your resemblance to his late younger siblings (and genya), sanemi does get protective over you in his own ways. sometimes you meddle too close to the windows during the day, so he'll yell at you to move. or sometimes when you're scarfing down the raw meat he gives you, he yells at you to slow down lest you choke.

☆ it may seem like he's not paying attention to you at all, but he's always peeking at you with watchful eyes. he's notices that you like to watch him train but can't be out in the sun, so he hung up a blanket in the branches of a nearby tree without saying a word to you. you smile knowing that you're growing on him.

☆ during the evening, sanemi often catches you out in the garden picking flowers. usually he'd shrug his shoulders and turn his nose up, but he felt compelled to see what you were doing out there all the time. plus, he couldn't have you wandering out beyond the walls.

☆ "what're you doin', kid?" sanemi's booming voice scares you and you drop your basket of colorful flowers on the ground with a squeak. you scramble to gather them again and you're surprised to see a pair of scarred hands helping out, too.

☆ "i'm gonna make flower crowns for when tanjiro and nezuko get back." you answer once all the flowers are back in the basket. sanemi snorts. "flower crowns?"

☆ you nod. "yup! here, i'll show you how to make one." sanemi has zero time to refuse as you grab his hand and pull him down onto the grass with you. you take a length of string that you had stolen from one of his many rooms of junk and began to attach the flowers to it with a clever weaving pattern.

☆ sanemi is fuming in embarrassment as you eagerly teach him how to make a stupid flower crown. this is ridiculous. but why can't he just get up and leave? when you hand him the string of flowers to try it out for himself, your childish giggling is contagious as he fumbles clumsily and accidentally crushes the delicate stem in his callous grip.

☆ in the end, sanemi finds himself enjoying making flower crowns with you, but he threatens you violently with a ruffle of your hair should you tell anyone about it. he would never admit it but as he looks at the crudely made flower crown that you helped him with, he feels a distantly familiar feeling of warmth igniting in his heart again.

☆ the rest of the days you spend with sanemi begin to feel more pleasant than it did initially. sanemi no longer leaves you to your own devices, but instead tries to find things for you to do during the day when you can't go outside. he'll bring you puzzles and teach you how to read with children's folktales written on tarnished scrolls that he said he kept from his old family home.

☆ you're not sure what happened, but sanemi dotes on you now. once you had tripped and split your finger open, and sanemi rushed to your side like it had been your head. it healed within a few seconds, but sanemi still scolded you for walking around unsupervised.

☆ and when you get feverish due to your refusal of eating human flesh, which is often, sanemi tarries by your side day and night in order to make sure you're as comfortable as can be. cold, damp towels on your forehead, fresh raw meat at your bedside, and anything else you want, he gets for you. the worry etched into the lines of his forehead shows how much he cares about you.

☆ by the time tanjiro and nezuko return from their mission to collect you, sanemi doesn't even want to let you go. in fact, you've both grown attached to each other and while you're overjoyed to see your siblings again, sanemi has also become something like an older brother to you. you've grown to love the big residence and his presence.

☆ you're in tears as sanemi pats your head and smiles crookedly at you for what feels like the last time. you beg tanjiro to let you stay longer but he firmly tells you no. sanemi makes tanjiro promise that he'll take you to visit him or else he'll kill him (he's serious).

☆ when you inevitably depart from sanemi (tanjiro has to pry you away from him), he feels about as lonely as the day is long. the residence feels too big without you following behind him like his own shadow, and every time he turns a corner he half-expects to find you doing something to cause trouble.

☆ sanemi takes the flower crown you both made and seals it in a glass jar. he hopes that you'll visit again before it withers, or else he might just go out and find you himself.

#yandere x reader #yandere sanemi x reader #yandere sanemi #yandere demon slayer #yandere kny #yandere demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #yandere kny x reader #yandere #yandere male #yandere hashira #platonic yandere

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soft yandere!genin!sasuke uchiha x reader hcs

TITLE: " BAD ROMANCE " — navi. — read part two.

A/N: i'm clearing out my drafts ,, was in a huge naruto phase when i started this blog!

☆ genin sasuke is pretty mean. he doesn't notice you for your looks, personality, or even your prowess as a young kunoichi. you're just... you. in which, you don't cling to him like sakura does, and you aren't delusional like ino is. you're just okay at first, and there's not much he can go off of when he never really interacts with you. it's nothing personal, really.

☆ although sasuke is typically not a stranger to the prospect of romance, the reason why he doesn't indulge is simply because he fails to understand what romance is. if sasuke is anything, he's aware; of his surroundings, the people in it, and the turmoil that churns inside of him. the more he loves, the more he'll eventually hate, so he gathers that there's no room for it in his life. it's his curse to bear.

☆ genin sasuke would eventually notice you after being placed on team seven together, of course. you're pretty hard to ignore from thereon. in between the bouts of sakura clobbering him and naruto screaming in his face, his eyes are on you. both naruto and sakura wear the extent of their capabilities on their sleeves, but you're hard to read and that intrigues sasuke.

☆ it's not until much later that sasuke notices his feelings for you are much different than before. after all the trouble you've been through together (near death experiences & the dreadful antics of naruto), he feels like he's finally got a foothold on what it is that makes you so interesting. he's not a moron—yes, it would appear that he does like you beyond the "like" that he holds for the rest of team seven. however, it's such a foreign feeling that he's not even sure how to handle it, being that he's never had to deal with it before. does he tell you? does he not? would you even feel the same?

☆ in the end, sasuke shows his fondness for you in more subtle ways. it's not really his style to outright confess. sometimes he'll ask you to spar with him (alone, which he stresses), or he'll happen to have a "spare" tomato (or onigiri, if you don't like tomatoes) on him when you complain about being hungry during missions. if you get ambushed by rogue ninja on a mission, he'll instinctively step in front of you, or if you're out of kunai he'll lend you a couple of his—things like that. he's quite thoughtful when he wants to be.

☆ even under sasuke's merciful tolerance of you, you're not off-limits when it comes to his biting insults and sarcastic comments. normally he doesn't speak much but with you he becomes rather talkative, if you can even call it that. when someone else tries to butt in, sasuke's brooding and murderous glares scare them away. they should really know better than to talk to you when he's around.

☆ sakura obviously hates that you've suddenly become the apple of sasuke's eye when she's been vying after him since their early days at the academy. you're not even that pretty, honestly. but any attempt to sabotage you or make you look like a fool in front of sasuke is thwarted... by sasuke. he always thought of sakura like a whining gnat in his ear so it's amusing to see her cry when he blatantly ignores her for messing with you.

☆ when sasuke leaves the village, you're the first person he visits beforehand. you're asleep but that's just fine; actually, it's perfect because you don't see how he gently caresses your hair and how he gives you a kiss on your forehead. you don't hear him when he finally admits that he likes you. loves you, even. you don't hear him when he says he wishes he could take you with him.

☆ but don't worry, he'll be back for you...

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❝ TROPHY WIFE ❞ — yandere!uzui tengen/wives + you're his first wife

SYNOPSIS: suppose you're uzui tengen's very first wife, the one that slipped through the cracks of your unwanted arranged marriage with him. along with your disappearance went his heart, and now you must bear the consequences of a man who loves his wife far beyond her understanding—so much so that he would kill for her, die for her, and do anything to make her stay. — navi.

WORD COUNT: 5.7k

NOTES: mdni! (cw: non-con) this is an arranged/forced marriage au. it's meant to be one-sided. it took me quite literally forever to finish this lol ,,

PAIRING: yandere!uzui tengen x wife!reader

CHARACTERS: uzui tengen (19-23), reader (18-22), suma (19), makio (20), hinatsuru (21)

I. TO BE WED

imagine being uzui tengen's very first wife.

your hand in marriage was promised to him by your parents, who owned a tax-collecting business that was often the target of hostility from the impoverished people of your hometown. tengen routinely passed through your village on demon slayer business, so your parents could always rest assured knowing he would take care of the violent stragglers that sometimes loitered outside.

ironically being poor themselves, they had little to offer the hashira as payment for his noble duties; well, that "little" didn't exclude you of course, their only daughter who's failed to find a husband far past the age of when other girls were normally wed. you're still young, fertile, and moderately attractive, but your strong disinterest in potential suitors often drove any chances of a wealthy marriage away.

however, after being introduced to tengen, the man you'll be forced to marry out of obligation, you begin to regret being so stubborn after all.

admittedly, tengen found you to be pretty plain at first. you're poor so you can't exactly dress flashy, and you come from a no-name family with little legacy. your parents swore up and down on your domestic efficiency—hardworking, great cook, a tame disposition—and, well, at least you're kind of cute, too. tengen is intrigued by your potential the most.

your parents force you to do whatever you can to get close to him. the truth is, though, you don't really have to do anything with the way he seeks you out himself. he often shows up at your door asking for you, and your parents have no qualms about dragging you out of your room to make you go out with him.

he takes you to the nicer parts of town and pays for dinner or buys you flowers and little trinkets from the shop vendors that line the streets. it doesn't help that the elderly people running the stands egg you on, saying things like "what a lovely young couple" or "your children would be so beautiful!" tengen simply smiles with ease, accepting their praise as if it's second nature. you get rather embarrassed by his shameless indulgence.

there's small talk but you find it incredibly stifling. tengen does a majority of the dialoguing but most of the time your dates get interrupted by his kasugai crow, who squawks at him whenever a demon shows up nearby. he always looks annoyed and promises to make it up to you, leaning down to pat your head like you're his pet dog or something. you hate it and him too, probably.

"i'll be back before you know it, darling," his smile is charming but not to you. "you'll stay right here for me, won't you?"

regardless of your somewhat obvious hesitance to accept his advances, tengen gets attached to you like it was meant to be. the idea of having a pretty little housewife for him to come home to after his draining missions becomes increasingly attractive, and the more time he spends with you, the more he sees the appeal of your being. it must be a miracle that no man has taken you as his wife yet; surely you were saving yourself for a man like him.

unfortunately, though, you don't want to marry tengen.

an arranged marriage? it's simply not the kind of life you envision for yourself. you aren't willing to bet the rest of your days on a man whom you have a slim chance of falling in love with, all for the sake of financial security. but what else can you do? your parents already made it very clear they would disown you if you refuse, and tengen is pressuring you to your death with his sweet words and annoyingly thoughtful presents. you're stuck.

eventually, the incessant nagging from your parents and weeks of endless courting from tengen sway you so sooner. you fold like a cheap hand fan and succumb to your fate, to a future you knew from the very beginning that you would come to despise.

he's the only suitor you have at this point. it's not like you have a choice. and the one choice you do have just so happens to be him, a man who is the nearest thing to a perfect match as you're ever gonna get. you should be happy. thankful. he'll give you the world if you just give him a chance.

at least, that's what he told you.

II. THE SOUND HASHIRA

your parents are so happy to send you off.

they're completely honored that their letdown of an only daughter is finally getting married—to a well-known and wealthy shinobi at that. it's the only time they've shown any pride in you, yet it really only leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

after your brief introduction to the head of tengen's clan, everything moves so quickly. just a couple weeks later, you're already signing a marriage contract in which you and tengen become official newlyweds. and before you know it, you're packing what little belongings you have to your name and moving in with him, begrudgingly and regretfully so.

the day you arrive, he shows you around his overwhelmingly gigantic residence; the courtyard full of cherry blossoms and koi ponds, the huge kitchen, and the bedroom where he'll eventually fully claim you. there's lots of other rooms too, but they're either empty or reserved for his weapons and training gear. he tries to hide it but he's obviously so over the moon that you're his wife now. he doesn't even notice your misery through his elated delusion of love.

in hindsight, you didn't realize how difficult it can be to share a space with someone you hardly know. you find everything awkward but tengen doesn't, like always. to him, you're so obedient and polite— such a good girl. you take whatever he gives you; kisses, hugs, subtle gropes here and there, and all of his sweet compliments and gifts. you don't argue with him or raise your voice, you fret over his injuries and make his favorite foods. you're observant, collected, and mature.

he didn't have a type before he met you—you're all he can ask for in a woman, really.

tengen is unexpectedly romantic. he constantly boasts about his strength and fighting skills in order to impress you, and he never stops mouthing off about how he'll prioritize you over himself. he puts consistent effort in getting to know you: what you like, don't like, your favorite color, and any other inkling of your personality that he can manage to wrestle out of you. he seems to have gotten the impression that you're shy or something.

flowers are a constant and you're spoiled with fancy, expensive kimonos and jewelry. had you married tengen under literally any other circumstance, you'd find his advances on you endearing but, unfortunately, he just comes off as clingy and unbearable. any woman would die to be in your place yet you can't even find it in you to want to be in your own place.

what do you think of him, though? well, he's handsome, you'll give him that. you don't deny the appeal of his good looks and flashy, fitted clothing. he's strong, established, and knows what he wants. despite your obvious distaste towards his gifts and grandiose personality, it's not to say you're ungrateful that the man you're stuck with is exceedingly well-off and capable of protecting you. you can't say he's a bad guy.

however, he's a moron.

he fell for you fast. a couple months have already passed since coming to live in his residence. tengen requests to have picnics whenever you go with him to visit his siblings' graves on his off days. of course you have no reason to refuse; as much as you dislike him, you're not heartless. they're important days, so you swallow your pride and pack a bento spread you know he'll like.

tengen will confide in you about the memories of his late siblings, his parents, and his life before becoming a hashira. it's a depressing and heavy weight to shoulder, but you still play your role of the loving, supportive wife with your lingering touches and comforting words. you use these outings as opportunities to gain his trust by being vulnerable.

except, this time, the effect you seem to have on tengen is magnified to the point of no return.

he pulls you into his lap and you're suddenly flush against his rock hard chest, trapped in a suffocating hug. you don't know what prompted his sudden affection; perhaps it was the warm atmosphere you crafted or the intimacy of the moment, but the way tengen holds you so close is telling. he's about to say something you've been dreading since the day you met him.

"i love you." tengen confesses, nuzzling his face into your neck and sighing as if he'd just released the weight of the world off of his shoulders.

you knew it. it's the first time he's ever said it to you and you'll never forget the wave of nausea that hit you as you glanced up to see him staring back at you expectantly. your heart is pumping out of your chest and your face is flustered—not because you're flattered but because you're ashamed. you feel his hands squeeze your shoulders, almost like a warning, and his grip begins to feel claustrophobic after your prolonged silence.

you have no choice but to reciprocate.

"...I love you too." your voice is quiet, hesitant, and tengen gently teases you about being shy when you refuse to look at him anymore. he's not right but it's true that lying invokes shame.

he almost seems overwhelmed by your response, as if he hadn't just nonverbally threatened it out of you. you don't dare to sneak even a glance at him. he tightens his embrace around you and goes back to burying his face abashedly into your neck, mumbling sweet words against your skin. his body wraps around you like a vice, trapping you in the prison that is his dreadful existence.

you decide, in that very moment, that there was nothing in the world you wanted to do more than run away.

III. A DIRE MISTAKE

one fateful day, you catch wind of the news that tengen is being assigned on a mission quite far away, somewhere down in the southwest. 

you're so lucked out that you thought it was a trap at first—a ploy to catch you in your undying desire to leave your husband for good. but when the day of departure arrives and tengen peppers your face with last minute kisses, you know for sure that there's no chance he's caught on to your resentment towards him, nor the plan of escape you've been devising all along.

your eyes are teary when tengen releases you from the last of his spine-crushing hugs and he cooes at your cute crying face. honestly, you're tearing up out of joy because your one and only chance to escape has literally fallen into your lap in a pleated handbasket, but you'll let him believe otherwise. you at least owe him the courtesy. 

you already know you don't stand a chance against tengen, at least physically. he can overpower you like nothing and he's so tall that he towers over you, constantly caging you between those muscled arms of his. there's almost nothing you could do against a man like him—well, unless you count poisoning, but you were above murder when it came to getting what you wanted. 

as soon as tengen passes through the looming gates of the residence and disappears down the winding road, you scramble to gather a few belongings before making your way out through the back. there's a twinge of fear that grips your gut but you press on, determined to put as much space between you and that wretched place you were expected to call home. 

the moment you escaped, you flipped your identity. chopped your hair off, powdered your face in white make-up, and wore headscarves wherever you went. you fled as far as your feet would take you, only stopping to rest in a small village when your aching body could take you no further. you hardly spoke to anyone and left nothing behind that could possibly be traced back to you or be used to pursue you. 

it's obvious you can't go back to your parents; they hated you when you lived with them, and they'd hate you more if you returned. they'd sell you out to tengen in two seconds flat, then ruthlessly shame you for running away from a marriage you wanted no part in. the only option left for you is to create a new life for yourself somewhere far, far away. 

and that's exactly what you do. you find a little town on the outskirts of the red light district, where business is booming and it's easy to disguise yourself beneath the constant foot traffic. you go undercover as a seamstress, working in a homely tailor shop under the supervision of the owners, who are a kind older couple that are quick to regard of you as one of their own. 

time marches on and the jarring memories of tengen do as well. you makes friends with the regulars that come by the store often. you've learned the valuable trade of mending clothing and sewing traditional patterns. you've even developed a crush on one of the men that come by often to repair his work uniform.

your life is finally the way you've always wanted it to be. 

meanwhile, tengen copes—barely. days pass. weeks. months. you're still yet to be found, even with the help of all the hashira and the shinobi of his clan. it's as if you disappeared off the face of the planet. he's completely devastated. did you run away because he was gone for so long? were you feeling neglected? did you just want his attention? surely you wouldn't just up and leave when he'd been so loving; he truly couldn't think of anything that would prompt such an extreme reaction. 

as expected, he doesn't come up with a justification for your disappearance. how could he? you could be dead by now with the amount of demon uprisings that have been happening lately. or you could even be halfway across the world right now, laughing at how easily you had fooled him. eventually, his sadness melts into anger. you may be gone now, but it won't be for long. 

wherever you are, he'll find you. 

IV. 'TIL DEATH DO HIM PART

in the following years, tengen's next three wives are chosen specifically by the head of his clan.

and, in the head of the clan's words: "the sound hashira's decision-making must be incredibly poor if he chose a wife who would dare flee from him." the statement only fans the flames of his growing wrath for you. 

however, his new wives—suma, makio, and hinatsuru—are all beautiful and talented kunoichi who admire him to their very cores. as ungrateful as it sounds, there isn't a day where tengen wishes one of them were you. they've worked so hard to try and fill the gaping hole in his existence that was left by you, but it hasn't really been working. he needs you.

they're kind, caring, nurturing and most of all, strong. they've trained all their lives to be kunoichi. he knows he shouldn't complain but they just don't cook like you, look like you... aren't you. of course he loves them, but he could never forget the way his heart shattered the day he returned home to find you nowhere in sight. your disappearance left him in utter shambles. did you ever think about that when you left? you're so unbelievably selfish—is that the kind of woman you turned out to be? 

his wives constantly question his lovesick behavior. tengen never hides anything from them; in fact, he'll sometimes go on long, borderline maniacal rambles about "the wife who got away." to suma, makio, and hinatsuru, you're an enigma that's broken the heart of their husband, and they're not sure what it was about you that makes him act this way. jealousy sparks—if there's a way to get you back to make tengen happy, they would do it, but maybe you're better off gone after all. 

and it's not like tengen didn't search for you. oh no, he looked everywhere within reason. his duties as a hashira kept him chained to his missions near the demon slayers' headquarters, but that never stopped him from interrogating people when he got the chance. any woman that looked even remotely similar to you was sure to be stopped in the middle of the street for further investigation. 

master kagaya is exceedingly understanding of the situation, and he bears obvious concern for his beloved sound hashira. while he's sympathetic of the loss of his wife—it's no matter to be taken lightly, of course—tengen must first be loyal to his occupation as a hashira, and that means going on missions in spite of his mourning. 

and his newest missions leads him to the red light district. 

so tengen goes. he knows his place when it comes to master kagaya, so he has no reason or authority to deny orders. regardless, it's a harrowing and tedious task. drunk concubines practically throw themselves into tengen's arms as he strolls past the many underground sex clubs that line the filthy streets. he has zero interest in any of the debauchery that goes on here, and he especially feels nothing when shoving them away from him with excessive force. 

he scours the area for anyplace that looks decent enough to step foot in, as well as a place where he won't get immediately harassed by ran through harlots. turning down a quieter side street where some storefronts have been shuttered, he happens upon a small seamstress shop sandwiched between two restaurants that look as if they've closed early for the evening. 

shrugging, tengen wearily thinks it's as good of a place as any to begin his intel gathering on the upper moons' whereabouts. he saunters towards the front entrance and a young woman dressed in traditional geisha wear passes him on the sparsely populated road, her wooden sandals clacking against the ground. he can't help but think her hair looked similar to yours and his heart twists painfully in his chest. 

tengen seems to be constantly haunted by the thought of you, forming an obsession in his mind that won't go away until he has you back. until he knows your safe, with him, just like you were meant to be. until he sees you. 

no, literally, tengen sees you, right in front of him. 

through the window of the upscale seamstress shop, he sees you conversing with a man at the front counter, laughing heartily at a joke he must have made. tengen quickly crouches beneath the display window to spy on you, his heart pounding out of his chest at the events that are currently unfolding. he must be mistaken. 

he peeks above the lip of the window to catch a glance and, sure enough, it is you. you're alive and well, almost glowing beneath the low, intimate lighting inside the shop. 

he finally found you! he can't believe it. the grin that's stretching across his face is so broad. he'd recognize your face anywhere, even if it's caked in geisha makeup and your hair elaborately styled. you’re beautiful and he’s captivated by your beauty just as he was the day that he met you. 

he's so unbelievably ecstatic with the way his hands are clamming up, his feet shuffling in the dirt and... 

what?

creeping over the ledge of the display window once again, tengen's eyes immediately grow dark. there's a man there. talking to you. his wife. 

in the midst of your conversation, your eyes absently float over to the window. it's there that your gaze clashes with his, and a blood-curdling look of terror overtakes your features. is that… tengen? 

there's a shift in the air. what happens next, tengen doesn't recall, but when he comes to there's blood on his hands and your hair is bundled up in his fist as he drags you past the threshold the of the shop’s entrance. he looks over his shoulder and on the floor, spread eagle, lies the man without his head. the scene is gruesome.

he killed him. 

tengen looks down at you with a solemn gaze. for some reason, he doesn't even care. the emotions running through him are almost too much to bear. do you know how much your disappearance has destroyed him? do you know how much he's suffered because of you? do you even care? 

he doesn't understand why you're crying. it seems like you were happy enough to whore around with other men in his absence. the thought drives him to the brink of insanity. how much longer do you plan on humiliating him? 

there's too much to be said. tengen's mouth is agape and he's so upset at you that he can't find the right words to express himself. instead, he collapses to the floor beside you and embraces you in his longing arms. he smells your hair and feels how your body shrinks against his—it's all exactly how it used to be. it's exactly as he remembered, as he dreamed of. 

and now, as tengen scoops you up into his arms to take you back home, another dream of his will be fulfilled tonight. he knows exactly what kind of punishment is befit for you. 

V. A JUST PUNISHMENT — (NSFW: NON-CON)

"tengen-sama! you're ba-" 

a woman with colored bangs and a ponytail attempts to greet tengen as he enters, but she's cut off by not only the expression on his face but also the strange, disheveled woman he's hauling behind him. 

he drags you across the cold, laminated wood floors into the bedroom by your hair and peels the delicate, silken layers of your yukata back, exposing soft flesh and ample curves. tengen is so starved of your touch—of your voice, your scent, you. he'll make you pay for what you put him through. he'll make you stay this time. 

you can't even fight back. you're so afraid of what's going to happen that your body refuses to move, to speak. and even if you could, there was no way you would win against a hashira, of all people. 

tengen starts by pushing you to your knees. when his hands begin the hasty work of undoing the belt of his kimono, you already know where this is going and it makes your stomach churn in volatile sickness. he eagerly slides his under pants down and from the top of its elastic band springs his semi-hard cock, which nearly hits you in the face. you gasp at the sheer size of it; that is not gonna fit inside of you.

"don't look at me like that, [name]. clearly i was too lenient with you back then. i should've disciplined you..." he trails off as he stares into your pleading eyes. he smiles but, in it, is no mercy.

"c'mon, baby. you'll be a good girl and open your mouth for me, won't you?" 

you refuse. no, you wouldn't even dream of it. you've never done anything sexual with a man before and you certainly aren't going to wi—

tengen suddenly reaches down and grabs ahold of your now tangled hair with one of his large hands. it takes barely any pressure before your mouth is pried open by the force of his fingers alone, and his now engorged cock head is being stuffed into your warm, unyielding mouth. 

you can only let out a choked cry at the vile intrusion. 

"that's it, baby, good girl.." he praises, stroking your head with his thumb as he slowly inches his pulsing cock down your throat. 

your screams are completely muffled. tengen begins to pick up the pace, letting your drool be the lubricant that allows his giant dick to slide in and out of your tight throat. it hurts so bad that you try to bite down and free yourself from this act of vulgarity, but tengen doesn't allow it. he instead tugs your head back by the grip he has on your hair, forces his cock all the way in, and holds you there until you decide to behave yourself. 

you can hardly breath. lewd, wet noises fill the room as tengen gags you almost to the point of unconsciousness. the vibrations from your screaming must have been making him feel good, though, because it takes just a few minutes before he's shuddering in orgasm as he bottoms out and cums, which you have no choice but to swallow. 

he pulls out of your mouth and you're mortified, but even more so when you see how he's still hard. his cock is covered in a thick layer of your saliva and his cum drips onto your exposed chest in globs that make you cringe in disgust. you think you're going to throw up. 

and you almost do, if it weren't for tengen picking you up from under your arms and tossing you onto the plush bedding. your legs are forced open and tengen slides his twitching cock against your pussy, slowly and teasingly. you begin to fight against him but he easily pins you down long enough to push his fat cock head into your tight pussy. 

tengen pounds you into the plush cushion of the futon all night long. you've given up struggling and crying, only mewling in pain as the brutish man stretches your virgin pussy wide. he ruthlessly kneads your breasts with his calloused palms and overstimulates your clit with his fingers until you cream and squirt repeatedly all over his dick. you can do nothing but lay there as he roughly moves your body into various positions and fills your womb with his seed—there's no way you won't be pregnant after this. 

all the pent up rage that tengen was forced to weather after your disappearance is released in that very room. he sounds like a crazy man with the way he lapses in and out of fits of rage where he's cursing at you with his hands around your throat, then slipping into pleasure induced "i love you's" as he dumps yet another load of cum deep inside of you. 

"h-how does it feel, my love?" he groans, reaching over to caress your flushed face. "mm, you sound so cute making those noises. lemme hear you scream, darling."

and oh, you sure do scream. for him to stop, to get off of you. that you've had enough. that you hate him. over and over again you scream, you cry, and you struggle, but it does you no good. he only seems to thrust faster the more you beg. is he getting off to your desperation? he must be by the way his cock pulses at any form of physical resistance from you. 

you thought it would never end. he's almost insatiable. your tears have long dried up—for the most part, anyway—but the skin on your face feels raw from tengen "lovingly" wiping all your tears and snot away while simultaneously pounding a you-shaped hole into the futon. you feel disgusting. you don't even have the strength to make a sound when he spanks you for the hundredth time, moaning heatedly about how you've been such a bad, bad girl. 

when it seems like he's finally spent, he doesn't pull out. instead, he collapses on top of you with his cock still twitching inside your sloppy, ruined cunt while drawing you in for an unreciprocated kiss. he whispers praises in your ear and gently strokes your face, cooing at how much you're trembling against his much larger form. 

"i should've done this a long time ago. maybe you wouldn't have left if i dumped my kids into you sooner." 

eventually, his softened cock slips out of you and a gush of warmth runs down your legs; you can already feel a soreness settling in your pelvis. tengen sighs contentedly at the sopping squelch that sounds when you snap your legs shut in order to roll as far away from him as possible. he roughly wraps a muscled arm around your waist and pulls you back towards him as soon as he sees your attempt to create distance. 

"i missed you so much, darling," tengen mumbles against your skin breathily, offering a soft smile. "did you enjoy your welcome back?" 

he's making fun of you. you refuse to even look at him. it's to be expected, really, he can't imagine how bad it must feel to think you actually got away from him as you lay in his arms once again, right where you belong. you need to learn your place; no wife of his will disrespect him like you did ever again. if you have to be an example of that, then so be it—youput this on yourself, after all. 

leaving you with a final kiss, he gets up, wraps a towel around his waist, and goes to let his other wives into the room to help clean you up (they've been waiting patiently ever since you showed up, curious about the woman who supposedly "stole tengen's heart," as he put it). you're still naked and exposed with tengen's cum leaking down your thighs but you don't even have the mental capacity to care anymore. all three of the girls look shocked at the state you're in, but they don't comment and rush to get you in the bath. 

they're all very pretty, of course. when you emerge from your haze of disorientation, you're left reeling at the fact that tengen had amassed three whole wives in light of your absence. well, not that you have any right to be surprised considering your short lived emotional affair. you're still in mourning over what had happened to him. 

regardless of your fragile state, the three women swarm you with questions that prod at your past: who you are, where you're from, and how you met tengen. you don't even have half the mind to reply. you can only stare at your tear-stricken reflection in the soapy water, ready to burst into tears yet again at the horrible predicament you've found yourself in. 

what can you do now? sit around and get bred by tengen? rot away in this dreadful house for the rest of your life? the other wives seem to catch onto your unresponsiveness after a couple dozen of their questions go ignored, so they sit quietly and gently wash you clean. they look genuinely worried for you—not that their pity will undo the damage that's already been done. 

makio will scrub your back and grumble about how jealous she is while suma and hinatsuru fret over the small bruises that are now beginning to form around your hips from tengen's manhandling. suma washes your hair next, commenting on how beautiful it is, while the other two move onto rinsing the soap from your body. they wrap you up in a fluffy towel when it's over, and a shiver wracks your spine when their hands guide you to another room, down the hall, with a clean bed ready for you to rest in. 

you don't really know who they are but since they're dressed like kunoichi, it's obvious that they don't share the same mindset you do, or were forced to be wed to tengen like you were. you can't ask them to help you escape from this hell, not a chance. 

even as you lay in the criminally comfortable futon with new silken pajamas, a cup of cold water at your side, and a warm blanket, sleep doesn't find you. 

and with tengen around, you're certain it never will. 

VI. A HAPPY EVER AFTER (EXTRA)

a few months later, your pregnancy symptoms are in full swing.

tengen is as protective as ever and the other wives have already grown attached to you despite your bitter and unforgiving attitude towards them. you learn quickly that they're all very... obsessive, constantly hovering over you and going to overbearing extremes to make sure you don't do anything that would physically strain yourself in any way.

hinatsuru and makio follow at your heels like guard dogs while suma takes charge of most of the cooking and cleaning. she keeps the peace most of the time and holds makio back when she's attempting to murder hinatsuru over something childish. you're never in the mood to talk to them, however, and they often try to bribe you with your favorite sweets (which is intel that they've gathered from tengen) in order to get you to participate in their activities.

unluckily for you, tengen had decided to completely retire from being a hashira following a particularily harrowing encounter with an upper moon demon (even after you tried to subtly guilt trip him into not doing so). he insisted that you and the baby were "more important." you know that it'd be difficult to escape with the other wives around but to add tengen on top of that makes it surely impossible. 

every morning, the dreadful man himself meets the four of you in the kitchen and will beam proudly at the sight of his adorable little harem. he goes down the line and gives affection to each of his wives individually, in the way they prefer, and saves you for last as you're his "greatest prize," or whatever he said. you're just completely exhausted and you resent them all from the deepest depths of your heart. the least you can do is make it obvious. 

tengen finds your rebellion adorable. everything about you is and even moreso now than when you left him all those years ago. he'll grab you by the jaw and force you into a quick one-sided kiss, pulling away with that fond smile of his. his fingers ghost over your swelling tummy but his very touch makes you feel so awfully sick. you'll roughly push him away and he's so out of his mind that he attributes your justified anger and moodiness to your "pregnancy hormones." regardless, he's happy. it's you who's going to bear his child. it's you who first said you loved him too. as long as you live, you're bound to him as his wife. nothing can come between a man and the woman he loves; uzui tengen certainly made sure of that, didn't he?

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere tengen x reader #yandere uzui tengen #yandere kny #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #yandere demon slayer x reader #yandere male #uzui tengen

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yandere!incel!tomura shigaraki + foreigner!darling who can't speak japanese

TITLE: " RENT-A-GF " — navi.

NOTES: nsfw (18+ only) below the cut (non-con!! somnophilia!!) reminder: this is merely fantasy, i don't condone. will prob proofread someday lol. enjoy!

PAIRING: yandere!incel!shigaraki tomura x foreinger!reader

GENRE/AU: shigaraki is rlly misogynistic and delusional, age gap (you're older), reader is a substitute english teacher who got kidnapped by bwad gwuys and is now... yeah

CHARACTERS: shigaraki tomura (21), reader (24)

let's be for real: shigaraki was born to be an incel.

and incel!shigaraki is shamelessly self-aware of this, indeed. when he's not out terrorizing innocent citizens with his villainous coups, he takes to the internet to fulfill his insatiable need for an adrenaline rush. gorey video games and brutal death metal makes him light up in glee, but sometimes it's just not enough.

so, instead, he's a frequent on the dark web, diligently scouring sites that specialize in obscure female porn collectives that cater to his twisted kinks. incel!shigaraki glowers at the pictures of stupid, slutty women who prance around in sexy lingerie, but still gets a hard-on because he wishes he had a woman who would do that for him and him only.

and what shigaraki wants, he gets. on another sweaty night in his dark bedroom, he's boredly clicking through the hundreds of entries of women who are being sold for, what he thinks, too high of a price. not that money would ever be a problem for him; if he felt compelled to, he could just kidnap the girl he wanted all over again. so, no, it's not the price—it's what he thinks they're worth based on his attraction to them.

and, so far, all of them are worthless.

you see, the conundrum is that incel!shigaraki has a thing for foreign girls. don't ask why, he doesn't know. maybe he finds it cute that they're so clueless about his culture and language, and he's the one who'll control the narrative that rules their ignorance. maybe it's so cute how they wear their perpetual confusion on their face at all times, like a bratty kid who can't navigate the world without mommy or daddy by their side.

of course, though, women could hardly do anything on their own anyway. every time he came across one they'd wail and cry as he grabbed them by the hair and threatened to kill them if they didn't shut the hell up. they'd beg for their lives or scream for someone to save them, but it would only piss him off more at how useless and brainless they tended to be. he just couldn't help but decay them—they were so noisy and whiny, it wasn't his fault.

obviously, shigaraki has neither patience nor experience with women. in fact, he can probably count with two fingers how many times he's had a non-violent interaction with a woman in his entire lifetime. the mere thought of this drives his insecurities to the brink of rage, but it's not his fault women are so unbelievably tasteless in their choice of men. it's their fault he has to go to such lengths to find a decent woman worthy of his presence.

but imagine his delight when he happens upon a listing of you, an immediately attractive foreign woman who used to be an english substitute teacher of all things. he clicks through your pictures with a renewed vigor, his interest piqued as he studies your unique features. eagerly, he scours through your posted information and it turns out that you happen to be exactly the kind of woman he's looking for.

it's a done deal. the transaction takes less than a few minutes and incel!shigaraki couldn't be more pleased with how smoothly it went. he'll have to leave a good review later on, when and if the woman he's just bought has satisfied him.

it takes just one night before shigaraki finds you literally dropped off at his doorstep like an amazon prime package. you’ve clearly been pampered with the way you’re clad in a skimpy maid outfit; your nails, hair, and makeup are all dolled to perfection. you look exactly like you did in the pictures.

and clearly you're wise beyond your years. you don't speak much because of the obvious language barrier, but you do seem to understand a bit of elementary japanese. shigaraki is delighted by your small mutterings of broken japanese—it’s unbelievably cute. sometimes he'll force you to speak in japanese just because he loves watching you struggle with your limited vocabulary.

incel!shigaraki gets attached to you. you're very attractive in his eyes, and he's completely ecstatic that you're all his. a woman he can do whatever he wants with, and no one would dare question him. the immense power trip sends him over the edge.

that being said, the first couple of weeks are still rather... awkward. you're not happy about being in the situation you're in, but you're smart enough to keep that to yourself. you don't fuss when shigaraki orders you to fetch him liquor or tidy up his filthy room, nor do you complain when he commands you to cuddle with him or keep him company while he plays video games.

"[name], c'mere," he'd bark at you, eyes still glued to the tv screen.

"be a good girl and keep my lap warm, hm?"

he'll force you to wear cute lingerie sets like he's seen the women on porn sites do. somehow you look so much better though, and it feels as though you're teasing him with the way you bend over so much while cleaning. the outline of your pussy through the small fabric that stretches over it has him horny in a matter of seconds. you're such a tease, aren't you ashamed? you just can't seem to stay in line.

however, despite all your obvious sexual innuendos towards him, shigaraki gets no relief. he's resorted to jacking off whenever you go to sleep but no matter how hard or how much he cums, there's an itch that can't be scratched with masturbation alone. and the way you're so shy around him is adorable, sure, but your little playing-hard-to-get act wasn't cutting it anymore.

the remedy? incel!shigaraki starts slipping sleeping pills into your food and drinks.

and it doesn't take long for shigaraki to develop a routine of visiting you while you're sleeping. partly to check up on you and assure himself of your presence, but mostly to creep around the edges of the bed and feel you up. you sleep so soundly that you don't even twitch when he fondles your soft breasts or runs his spindly fingers over your curves.

he almost doesn't want to disturb you; you look so peaceful, totally different than the frightened little faces you muster when you're awake. but the bothersome tightness stretching his boxers taut against its stitches makes it hard to resist his urges. anyway, you're simply doing the only thing a woman is good for: using your body to please him.

his breath is hot and heavy, laced with lust and selfish perversion as he defiles you to get himself off. some nights he just sits and admires your beauty, caressing your face with clumsy, inexperienced fingertips. some nights your shirt is pulled up so he can marvel at how nicely your breasts sit in whatever color bra he forced you to wear.

other nights his cock is nestled between them, thrusting like his life depends on it, chasing that euphoric high he gets when he finally spills his seed across your hardening nipples. and other nights shigaraki is even more daring—cute pajama pants and panties below your knees, face buried between your thighs as he explores every inch of your sweet cunt. he knows it's wrong, but so what? he's a villian, that's what makes it feel so right.

when you make faces in your sleep, he's filled with so much genuine affection—it's almost as if you're telling him he's doing a good job. you love it, don't you? he so desperately wants to hear you cry his name in that precious accent of yours and run your hands through his hair as you lavish your praise upon him for making you cream so many times.

he can't keep his eyes off you. so soft and compliant. you're so pretty while he's stuffing his cock into you and relentlessly flicking your little clit, not stopping even when he feels you clench around him like a vice as you orgasm over and over. not stopping even though you're drooling all over the linen sheets and he's came twice already.

"that's right... y-you gonna cum again? you gonna—ngh—cum all over my cock, you dumb whore?"

shigaraki watches with glassy, intrigued eyes as you squirm ever so slightly, face warped into one of undeniable pleasure as he ravages your gushing pussy. you're such a good girl for him, letting him use you as he wishes.

you're the woman he's chosen to give his virginity to. he's so happy and content that when he cums inside of you for the third time, he doesn't pull out. instead, shigaraki gently maneuvers your body so he can spoon you from behind, whispering tender "i love you's" as if he knows what that means. absently grinding his hips because your warmth is so comforting around his sticky, softening dick.

as much as shigaraki wants to stay and pound you into the mattress all night, the sleeping medication doesn't last forever. not to mention the mess you've made; the sheets are completely ruined and your clothes are strewn about on the floor, long forgotten. it's hot in your room and it stinks of his cum and sweat, but it doesn't really matter. the only thing on his mind is you and how he'll ruin you again tomorrow night.

for now, though, he rewards you for being so good by cleaning you up, smirking whenever you unconsciously nuzzle up to his touch. when your clothes are back on, he plants a tender kiss on your forehead and admires your flushed face from the shadows of your bedside. when the sun begins to rise and you stir in your ignorance, he'll sneak out and act as if nothing ever happened.

incel!shigaraki who doesn't deny that you're just another stupid slutty woman, but you're the only woman he'll ever want to cum inside of. when he returns to his room, he remembers to pull up your archived listing on his computer and dazedly taps away at his keyboard.

"10/10 recommend"

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere bnha #yandere bnha x reader #yandere-bnha #yandere shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #yandere mha #yandere hcs #incel shigaraki #yandere shigaraki x reader

[eskumii]

soft yandere!incel!izuku midoriya + darling who's a famous pro hero

TITLE: " SHE WANT ME FR " — navi.

NOTES: literally ascended into the air mid sleep cycle to write this and it's kinda different than what i usually write so forgive me i'm feeling a little silly goofy rn ,, nsfw below the cut!! idk why this keeps not showing up in tags :( so frustrating, i reposted like three times already man edit: works now lol

PAIRING: soft yandere!incel!izuku midoriya x pro hero!reader

GENRE/AU: izuku is quirkless and works a boring office job, rookie pro hero!reader, izuku is a pervert + woman hater + literally delusional smh

CHARACTERS: izuku midoriya (20), reader (19)

imagine incel!izuku who's obsessed with you, a promising new pro hero just barely debuting into the infancy of her career.

incel!izuku who, at first, isn't interested. you're another female pro hero, so what? he's rather partial to it; you're only really getting attention because you're a female. once everyone sees past the pretty face and nice thighs, you'll be irrelevant.

incel!izuku who falls in love after seeing one leaked picture of you pre-pro hero era, where you're makeup-less with messy hair and in pajamas. having been uploaded to one of the deep web forums he frequents, he expected an overwhelming amount of hate but, instead, everyone thinks you're even more attractive. izuku stares at the picture long and hard—actually, maybe he's beginning to see what they mean. he bookmarks it and revisits it often.

a few days later, it's his new lock screen.

incel!izuku who keeps a journal full of all the information he's gathered on you so far; from height and weight to your favorite food and color. he watches all your interviews and jots down the timestamps in which you do something cute—not that he doesn't just rewatch the whole thing later, anyway. he'll vehemently deny being a fan of yours because oh, you're not that cool, but at least you're cute! he can't possibly let people know how far into the rabbit hole he is, not a chance.

incel!izuku who begins scouring the internet, looking for erotica content about you to consume. sometimes he'll even write his own, pouring out his fetishized fantasies onto the notes app of his phone. how he'll tie you up and have his way with you—whether you want it or not—because a woman should always take responsibility for being so carelessly screwable!

he totally jacks off in a bathroom stall during break at work because he gets so turned on while scrolling through your pictures when he's supposed to be filing papers. he'll sigh in relief when he finishes all over his phone screen, which displays a picture of your face, before cleaning up his mess.

truthfully, izuku knows his growing obsession with you is unhealthy. but, but, he was the same with all might when he was a kid—there's no harm in looking up to a pro hero, is there? besides, you're a woman, so it's only natural your slutty, skin-tight pro hero outfits would give him such raging hard-ons when he doesn't want them to! aren't you ashamed of yourself, walking around in such tasteless outfits? if you were his wife, he'd never let you leave the house. ever.

incel!izuku who's such an avid fan that he collects everything that's you-themed. he buys all your limited edition merch: shirts, posters, trading cards, cups, body pillows. you don't even want to know how many he's had to replace from cutting holes in them and pretending they're you when he's horny. a huge portion of his salary now goes to catering his embarrassing addiction to you. you should be grateful for having such a loyal, loving fan, no?

as if reading his thoughts, your management team announces that you'll be having a fan meet-up. izuku is so ecstatic that he's among the first people to pre-order tickets the second they're released. he dreams about shaking your hand or even giving you a hug, and how your soft your body will feel against his. he can't wait to touch you and just be near you; he's not sure he'll be able to control himself.

when the meet-up day rolls around, izuku queues up in the line and waits his turn to meet you. he's almost trembling by the time he reaches the table where you're sitting, smiling so adorably at the little kid that's rambling to you excitedly. the sight is precious—he wants that to be his kid one day.

a few minutes later, it's his turn. izuku walks up to the table, stiff as a board, and crouches down so he's eye-level with you. he's blushing intensely and your eye contact with him is making him feel so hot. you smile at him, and he begins to feel a touch light-headed.

"hi! thanks for coming," you reach out for a handshake. "so sorry the line's so long, we didn't expect so many people to come out!"

izuku can hardly speak. unsure of what to say, he simply nods and shakily reaches out to grab your hand, the anticipation almost sending him over the edge. and when your hands do finally intertwine, he immediately and unexpectedly gets a boner. a euphoric feeling runs through his body like lightning, striking his heart as if an arrow. seeing you in person is so much better than the pictures.

as you go to pull away, you can't. his grip is so tight that you literally have to wrench your hand away. he's staring at you with such a concentrated focus that you're not sure he's blinked even once since he came up to you. you're a bit weirded out now, so you try to end the meeting quickly.

"ah, well, uhm, what's your name?" you ask hesitantly, popping the cap off your marker so you can sign a poster for him.

did you just ask for his name? his name?

"i-it's i-i-izuku midoriya!" it comes out of his mouth in a shrill tone and it sounds like nails on a chalkboard to you.

"i-zu-ku... mi-do-ri-ya..." you repeat his name slowly as you sign both his name and your signature at the bottom of the poster.

each person gets five minutes with you. izuku doesn't say much. it's completely awkward for you when your questions go unanswered and you're instead being stared through with those jade green eyes of his. when five minutes is up, you wave goodbye and blow a complimentary kiss, as it's apart of your trademark. you literally couldn't wait for it to be over.

izuku doesn't take his eyes off of you until he's escorted out of the room by the staff. his heart is beating out of his chest right now; did that even really happen? did he actually touch you? it sinks in slowly but surely. he did! he touched you! your hand was so soft and fit so perfectly in his. like it was meant to be. and the way you looked at him? he resists the urge to palm himself through his jeans.

you're such a sweetheart, too. not like other low IQ women who just ignore him when he's trying to be nice to them; come on, you even asked for his name! you really are different from the rest. not to mention how good you smelled, it's a sure sign you know how to take care of yourself. he'll have to find out what perfume you use so he can spray it on his body pillows.

he just can't wait to go home and brag about it all on his online forums and the fan sites he's recently joined!

but first, the tightness in his pants is increasing to crazy levels of uncomfortable. he excuses himself to the bathroom to take care of it, still giddy from the fact he had just been face-to-face with you mere moments ago. as he unzips his pants and begins almost violently rubbing one out, he stares intently at the poster you had given him with bated breath and a gaze ripe with lust.

that's right, incel!izuku uses the hand you shook to jack off, just to cum all over the poster that you gave him. he's literally drooling as his fist is rocketing along his sensitive length, milking himself for all he's worth. shuddering in pleasure from his orgasm, he smiles dazedly at the poster of your face now slick and sticky with his semen.

what a bad girl, making him go to such lengths! making him so horny and needy with your alluring eyes and adorable smile! how dare you steal his heart and walk around looking the way you do, knowing he can't have you the way he wants. what a whore. you should be the one getting him off and making him feel good!

it's all your fault, darling. don't blame him when he breaks into your house while you're sleeping next.

#he's literally so ooc #yandere izuku x reader #yandere izuku midoriya #yandere bnha x reader #yandere bnha #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere mha #my hero academia x reader

[eskumii]

Part two of yandere big bro Eren let's say reader has a secret boyfriend and one day Eren sees them on a date.

soft yandere!older brother!eren yeagar hcs (part 2) + how he reacts to you having a secret boyfriend [platonic]

TITLE: " LEARN YOUR LESSON " — navi. part one.

A/N: this took me so freakin long, i am so sorryy ToT i just got back from visiting my grandma, who's not doing so good. life can be rlly unexpected but i'm back baby!! the ending is kind of rushed bc i totally word vomit all over these hcs and can never find a good ending point lolol :( so idk sorry if it's just not that great. i hope u enjoy it anyway!

PAIRING: soft yandere!older brother!eren yeager x little sister!reader (platonic)

CHARACTERS: eren yeager (19), reader (15), reader's boyfriend (16)

☆ it's not often you meet guys your age—or anyone at all, really—inside of the little section of wall maria you live in with eren. after your disaster of an experience at the corps boot camp, you find that the trauma of attempting to befriend people has yet to leave you.

☆ you can't really recall ever making friends with anyone when you were younger; in fact, the only people you could actually consider friends are armin and mikasa, but even they get stonewalled by eren if they hang around you too often. you still don't understand why he's like that, but his overprotectiveness seems to have bred your tendency to be incredibly sneaky. now that's something you can thank him for in the very near future.

☆ of course, though, eren is naturally your closest "guy friend." you tell him everything, he's been there for everything, and he probably knows you better than you know yourself at this point. however, there is one thing you'd rather not talk to him about: your love life. you pretty much had no female influence in your life except mikasa, who somehow had even less capability of showing affection than eren, and what little memories you had of your mother were now fading into obscurity.

☆ your near non-existent social experiences leaves you lonely. you're at the age where romance should be the peak of your explorative endeavors, yet you don't have a single romantic anything under your belt. the thought of being lonely forever makes you sulk, but the day you receive an unfamiliar knock on your front door is the day you meet the end of your demise. it's the new boy from down the street.

☆ eren had stepped out to get some groceries for dinner, so that left you up to your own devices for a little bit. usually he told you to never open the door for anyone who knocks because 1.) he has a key, and 2.) if it's not him, you shouldn't be talking to them, period. something about him being concerned you'd get taken advantage of or kidnapped or murdered—he rambled on about the possibilities for like thirty minutes, you recall. anyway, it would be rude to not answer the door while someone is home, so you did the unthinkable: you opened the door.

☆ and standing before you was quite possibly the cutest boy you had ever laid your eyes on. he's a head taller than you with dark eyes and ash blonde hair, his lean form clad in modest yet stylish apparel. you're both frozen in place, staring at each other with varying degrees of embarrassment. you're suddenly all too aware of your homely pajamas and unkept hair—frankly, you assume he must think you're the ugliest thing he's ever seen.

☆ "uh, um.." he stumbles over his words. "i'm lukas roth. i, uh, just moved into the house that's, like, over there." lukas points to the once vacant house that sits at the very end of your block. renovations for that house were put on hold for so long that it remained abandoned for years, so it was surprising to hear it was finally moved into. excitement wells up in your chest at the prospect of a potential new friend.

☆ "hi, i'm [y/n]!" you stick a hand out for him to shake. "welcome to shiganshina." lukas stares at your hand, face flushing red as he moves to grab it. his hand is large and warm and you're totally internally freaking out at the skinship. you're basically holding hands! though as quick as it happens, it's over, and lukas is back to looking frazzled. he honestly looks like he wants to run away.

☆ "my mom wanted me to give the neighbors these." he sheepishly pulls out a bag of brightly decorated sugar cookies from behind his back, "uh, i hope you like them..."

☆ you're literally ascending. graciously taking the bag of confectionary treats from him, you excitedly begin to engage in conversation, completely disregarding your former shame of your disheveled appearance. he seems to loosen up after a bit of back and forth, thankfully.

☆ your small talk ends abruptly when you hear a woman's voice calling for lukas down the street. he bids you goodbye with a charming smile and promises to visit you again sometime (he stresses the "only if you want, though..." very shyly). the grin on your face is telling and you, of course, welcome it with vigor.

☆ as if on cue, eren emerges from the opposite side of the street. there's no time to duck back inside as he's already spotted you, and he immediately looks like he's going to chew you out with the way a dark look passes over his features.

☆ "who was that?" eren asks, glaring holes into the back of lukas's head as he walks down the block to his own house. "don't talk to weirdos when i'm not home. didn't i tell you not to open the door if it's not me?" you roll your eyes at his annoying demands and step aside so he can come in. he's carrying a bag of vegetables judging by the stems of green onion that peek over the top.

☆ you wait until lukas disappears from your view before you shut the door completely. you gush through a brief recount of the short conversation you shared with him, clasping your hands together excitedly. you even tell eren about how he asked to hang out (which you regret almost immediately after he sends you a sharp, unforgiving look). it just that you've never heard someone say that to you like, ever, so it's only natural that you can hardly contain yourself.

☆ now wait a minute, he asked you to what? eren watches with an exasperated deadpan as you practically float around the room in bliss, the cutely ribboned bag of sugar cookies with pink frosting dangling from your hands. he knew this part of your adolescence would come at some point, just not now. as much as he hates being the bad guy, there's no one else around who'll "crack the whip," so the speak. especially when it comes to boys and dating.

☆ "you're not hanging out with that boy, [y/n]." eren sets the bag of groceries down on the kitchen counter then leans against it with his arms crossed. you open your mouth to argue but you can't even get a breath in before he cuts you off. "no. that's final. you hear me?"

☆ you sit through dinner mumbling under your breath, but eren pays you no mind. is he being irrational? well, he doesn't deny it. a lot of things he does may seem irrational, but there's always a method to his madness. eren knows how boys are at your age and if they're anything like he was, they can only pursue you romantically over his dead body.

☆ as he expected, you don't bring it up for the rest of the night or even the rest of the week. all is well in paradise it seems, and the earth is still spinning on its intended axis. you're acting normally, joking around with him normally, and just... being you normally. honestly, it's a cause to be cautious—eren would be lying if he said he didn't at least somewhat expect an outburst or pushback of some sort. you are his sister after all, the hard headedness and rebellion runs in the blood.

☆ eren begins to grow kind of suspicious of your behavior. you're going outside a lot more with the excuse of doing laundry down at the river (even though you'll be carrying a basket that clearly has like two socks that don't even match) or needing some fresh air. he's not necessarily opposed to you going outside, just as long as he knows exactly where you're going and if it's an area that's within walking distance. eren pretends to find it incredibly bothersome if you were to wander off somewhere unfamiliar, but really that kind of thing makes him panic.

☆ and it's not like you're really breaking any of the rules he's given you. you come back before your curfew and you make sure to tell him where you'll be and for how long. he's at a loss, really. there's a nagging feeling in his gut that tells him you're up to something. however, unless he can find some solid evidence that proves you've been breaking the rules, he can't punish you without looking like an idiot.

☆ on one unfortunate day, eren follows you. it was bound to happen, of course, especially when the excuses you give him get lamer and lamer. nothing can bypass his ultra instincts. so right after you bid him goodbye and the front door shuts behind you, he leaves through the back and skillfully tails behind you. and to his utter and complete surprise, you don't go to the river. no, you don't even leave the block.

☆ instead of going down the path that leads to the river, you stop in front of lupin or luca's house (he hasn't even bothered to remember the kid's name) and knock on the door. you're giddily rocking on the balls of your feet, laundry basket secured between your arm and waist. not even a few breaths later, the door swings open and the boy he saw a while back leans down and kisses you on the mouth.

☆ yeah, okay, now he's furious.

☆ let's just say that eren is not happy with you. he's more frustrated at the fact that you lied to him rather than you having a boyfriend. which is almost equally as bad but lying to him is still worse. he's sort of hurt that you didn't seem to feel comfortable enough to tell him about your little relationship (of course he would have opposed it but at least it's miles better than going behind his back). it looks like the only reasonable explanation for your behavior is that this boy has been influencing you to do these things and betray his trust.

☆ that night, eren is waiting for you in the living room. he's seated on the couch with his arms crossed and legs folded, looking very, very upset. you already know what it's about, but you're totally prepared this time. you won't let him interfere with your love life—you refuse.

☆ you and eren engage in yet another argument. you're screaming at the top of your lungs about how controlling he is and how you just want him to leave you alone for once. he's yelling about how boys are no good and that lukas will just break your heart once he gets bored of you. it hurts your feelings and ends with you locking yourself in your room while eren apologizes, somewhat disingenuously, through the door.

☆ despite your passionate efforts, your theatrics don't work. look, honestly, you were foolish to think you could win against eren. you're not aware, but he's already pulled some strings and now the roths' are conveniently needed somewhere in Wall Sina. that boy is no good for you; it's become evident in the way you're acting.

☆ within the next few days, you receive the sudden news that lukas is moving away again. he doesn't tell you why or where he's going, but he looks obviously distraught and annoyed. you try to visit him but whenever you do, no one answers the door anymore. one time you had seen him down by the river but when you called out to him, he ignored your existence entirely and walked away. you're completely heartbroken from his negligence and silence.

☆ once again, eren takes the upper hand. he'll bring you sweets and comfort foods to soothe the heart that he inadvertently broke. you cry over lukas for a while but eren is there to cheer you up. you don't even get a chance to say goodbye to him when he moves the next week, only allowed to watch through shades of the window as he disappears into the horizon. you feel as though he's taken a part of your heart with him.

☆ eren told you not to hang out with that boy, but you did it anyway. he was right. and he hopes that, this time, you've learned your lesson.

#eren yaeger headcanons #yandere x reader #attack on titan headcanons #aot x female reader #yandere aot #yandere #yandere attack on titan #eren yeager #yandere eren yeager x reader #yandere aot x reader #yandere eren yeager hcs #aot platonic hcs #eren yeager platonic hcs #older brother eren yeager

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I don't know if you're fine with wlw content but if you're not then you can make the reader neutral gender of course. Can I request a Koyuki x reader where the both of them are cuddling with each other trying to get warmth due to how cold it is for them? Headcanon please?

soft yandere!koyuki (kny) hcs + how she reacts to cuddling for warmth

TITLE: " YEARNING HEART " — navi.

A/N: this contains huge manga spoilers, specifically in regards to akaza's backstory! #justice4koyuki :") tysm for the req, flower!! 🌸 these got kind of angsty (??) i went and reread akaza's backstory so i could characterize koyuki properly and woo that pain cut deep again LOL. she's like barely yandere in this but i tried, she's just too sweet. not proofread.

PAIRING: soft yandere!koyuki x caretaker!reader

CHARACTERS: koyuki (16), reader (17)

☆ three months ago, koyuki's father, keizo, saved you from your almost inevitable fate of getting beaten to death in a back alley after you had ran away from an arranged marriage. though you had nothing to offer him in return for his heroism, you still had your skills as a practiced housewife that you knew would be highly desirable to anyone. and after finding out about his sick daughter, you pleaded with him to let you be of service to her.

☆ keizo was eager to accept your help. you found out he was the master of a dojo with no students of his own, which forced him to look for work during the day in order to provide for both koyuki and himself. but just like that, you took a load off his shoulders by dedicating everything you had to caring for his daughter. he might've been more grateful to you than you were to him, if that were possible.

☆ to be honest, the first few weeks of caring for koyuki were kind of awkward. not that it really surprised you—you were a stranger who suddenly forced your way into her life with the intention of being her caretaker. it's quite an intimate position, so you were respectful of her space until she got a bit more comfortable with you, which didn't take long at all, really.

☆ although koyuki was a little shy at first, she warmed up to you very quickly. maybe it's because of the fact that you're also a girl, or maybe you're just someone who's naturally easy to get along with. either way, koyuki often finds herself confiding in you with everything. she might even say that she was developing a crush on you; you're such a pretty young lady and she's surprised that you aren't married yet or at least looking for a suitor. from what she's noticed, you're not interested in any of that in the slightest. somehow that makes her happy, as bad as it sounds.

☆ a few of your duties consist of helping her bathe, comb and style her hair appropriately, dress her, and obviously make sure she's fed and takes her medicine (which she hates the taste of). although koyuki insists that she can be independent in all of these things, she doesn't protest when you help her out anyway. sitting inside all day can be boring, so most of the time you'll try to entertain her by reading her books or old scrolls and teaching her how to make origami, if she feels well enough to (even if she doesn't, she tries to push through it because she likes spending time with you).

☆ you often make her little origami hearts and slip them onto her meal trays; ironically, things like that make her heart flutter. she doesn't know why, but your nurturing nature makes her wonder what it'd be like if you were her actual wife, making her food and giving her little origami hearts in a different context. she gets embarrassed when you catch her daydreaming, even though you would never guess that they're about you. she despises her sickness more than anything and often wonders what it would be like if she had met you in another life. the world is cruel, isn't it?

☆ the day you open up about your past to koyuki is also the day she single-handedly falls in love with you. you're strong. you're not afraid to stand up for what you believe in, even if it means losing your family and a chance to be wealthy through an arranged marriage. she admires you from the bottom of her heart and that feeling only grows stronger and stronger with each passing day she dwells in your presence. she looks up to you—more than a friend and more than her caretaker.

☆ sometimes koyuki will start crying, seemingly at random. she apologizes constantly about things that don't bother you at all ("i'm sorry you have to keep changing my clothes during the night. :( you must be tired." "i'm sorry you had to clean up the tea i spilled." "i'm sorry you aren't able to go to school/make friends because of me.") she worries so much about how you're feeling that she doesn't take her own condition into account. you'll hold her in your arms and let her hair loose so you can run your fingers through while she sniffles.

☆ you'll attempt to console her by saying that none of that matters to you and it's your job to do things like that for her anyway. that you want to do this for her. eventually she stops crying but she somehow always looks unsatisfied by your responses. were you only doing it for her because of her father? even though koyuki does apologize with sincerity, she loves the fact that you fret over her and that she's who your attention is on all the time. she knows it's selfish but so is her sickness; no one knows when it will overcome her, so she doesn't really have time to waste with being selfless with her feelings.

☆ with keizo working for most of the day, you and koyuki are often left alone but you're familiar enough with your surroundings to cope. one day, however, keizo doesn't come back when he usually does. winter season is quickly approaching and temperatures are beginning to drop as the sun goes down with them. usually keizo took care of chopping the wood for a fire but since he's not around, there's nothing for you to burn. koyuki can't handle extreme weather very well, so you have to think of something quickly.

☆ conflicted, you debate on whether or not you should try chopping some firewood yourself. you've never picked up an axe in your life so, naturally, you wouldn't know how to wield it properly, either. plus, you shouldn't leave koyuki by herself; you would be devastated if something ever happened to her while she was in your care. she's become someone important to you just within the few short months of knowing her.

☆ you navigate to koyuki's bedroom where extra blankets are neatly folded in her closet. you take them to where she lies on her futon in the foyer, a warm, wet towel on her forehead. you take it off and place it into the bowl of water by her head before piling the blankets on top of her. it seems that the weight woke her up, as she's now staring at you with those half-lidded, pink eyes of hers. you always thought they were really pretty.

☆ "[y/n]-san?" koyuki mumbles. "it's cold..." she nestles deeper into the blankets but even with the extras, it must not be enough. you frown and ponder on what to do, but koyuki beats you to it. "do you think you could m-maybe... lay with me? i'm sure it would be warmer if we stay close together."

☆ it's not a bad idea. you carefully lift the blankets up and slide underneath, laying so close that both your arms are touching. neither you or koyuki say anything for a long while—the light from the sun fades almost completely in the time that you spend underneath the blankets with her. a chill settles on the wooden floors of the dojo and just as you're about to fall asleep, a trembling voice awakes you. koyuki's been working up the courage to say something, anything to break the silence.

☆ "[y/n]-san, i like-" koyuki blurts. "i..." her voice seems to falter and you look at her in confusion, silently urging her to continue. koyuki's conscious halts her confession dead in its tracks. was this the right thing for her to do? what if you didn't feel the same way? what if she gets in the way of you finding a real spouse? her fears are rational but her feelings towards you aren't less than.

☆ "hm? what's wrong, koyuki-chan? are you still cold?" you pull the blanket tighter around the both of you and snake an arm around her shoulders. she stiffens like a two-by-four wood plank under the close proximity, and you get the impression that she's uncomfortable. still, you have to be close in order to transfer your body heat, so you press closer until you're both flush against each other, faces just inches away.

☆ a shoji panel at the front of the dojo suddenly slides open, startling both you and koyuki. you try to move away in order to not project the image that you're doing something inappropriate, but a warm hand wraps around your wrist to stop you. you look back at koyuki in shock, but the panic that's blazing in your chest is quickly expelled by the gentle gleam in her eyes.

☆ "please stay, [y/n]-san," she whispers, face flushed red as she fiddles with a strand of her hair. "i like... being this close to you." surely you can't reject her now.

☆ now it's your turn to blush. you hesitantly lay down again and scoot closer to her, wrapping the blanket back around the two of you. it's warm, hot even, and koyuki takes the initiative by wrapping her arms around your waist and snuggling close. she's smiling bashfully but she really looks like she's enjoying herself; more than when you read to her or taught her origami. slowly, you rest your head on top of hers and smile, too.

☆ "ah, there you two are. sorry for getting back so late, i'll go-" keizo pauses as he catches sight of both you and koyuki bundled up in a blanket with her face buried into your neck. his eyes soften and he smiles knowingly at you, who's trying to hide under the blanket, before quietly exiting to chop some wood for a fire.

☆ but, honestly, with the way your arms are tightly embracing her, koyuki doesn't seem to need it.

#yandere demon slayer #koyuki x reader #demon slayer x reader #yandere demon slayer x reader #yandere koyuki x reader #yandere koyuki #yandere demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #yandere #yandere x reader

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yandere!kny main trio (tanjiro, inosuke, zenitsu) hcs + sharing a darling

TITLE: " YOURS, MINE, OURS " — navi.

A/N: this is set after the manga's ending but there are no spoilers. :) i promise i'm working on reqs, i kinda just had this sitting around so i decided to finish it! (skull)

PAIRING: yandere!kny main trio (tanjiro, inosuke, zenitsu) x reader

CHARACTERS: kamado tanjiro, agatsuma zenitsu, hashibira inosuke (not specified but aged-up)

☆ you're so in trouble if you manage to get all three of them to fall for you.

☆ it all began when you stumbled upon tanjiro's humble adobe, hidden within the thick foliage at the top of a mountain. you're severely injured from an unlucky scavenging accident and have managed to venture quite aways from your hometown. with a fractured arm and multiple bleeding wounds, you didn't think you'd make it far enough to find anyone for miles. that is, until you impede upon the lives of three oddly powerful men living in the middle of nowhere. aren't you lucky?

☆ at first, you weren't sure how they were going to react to a random woman appearing on their doorstep begging for help. however, they were surprisingly open and welcoming—tanjiro and zenitsu were, anyway. inosuke, not so much. in the following weeks, you get to know them a little better and they allow you to stay in their home until your arm heals up. you offer to help around the house in order to level the debt you owe them for basically saving your life but, sweetly (or strangely) enough, you're instructed to sit still and rest while they take care of you.

☆ tanjiro has the most potential to be your favorite because of how kindly he treats you. he was the one who initially bandaged up your wounds, cooked your meals, and even washed your hair when you couldn't reach due to your fractured arm. it's embarrassing, but tanjiro is very respectful of where he touches you, as well as where his eyes wander. needless to say, he dotes on you the most and is overall such a sweetheart. he's very attentive to your needs and often knows what you want before you say it; he's observant and mindful of your likes and dislikes. you find comfort in his presence and he gives surprisingly good advice.

☆ he's technically the "man of the house," as it's literally his house, and he truly does act like it. he spends a surprising amount of time chopping wood to make charcoal to sell in the town that sits at the base of the mountain. you feel hesitant to ask if you can accompany him while he works—you already feel like a burden with how much he does for you, but he never seems annoyed by you, ever. though, he only allows you outside as long as you promise to sit in the shade and not walk off on your own without his or the others' supervision. it's a bit... extreme considering the scale of your injuries, but you've learned to do as he says. tanjiro is just looking out for you; you're so grateful to him.

☆ you already know that zenitsu would immediately try to wife you up. out of all of them, he is by far the most clingy and possessive. when you're not around, he cries because he misses you. when you are around, he cries because he doesn't want you out of his sight. due to his tendency to be loud and expressive, zenitsu is never, ever ashamed to constantly fill your head with sweet compliments (he has no shame, actually). most of the time he'll ask to hold your hand or hug you—he needs to have some kind of skinship with you in order to be satisfied. he does try to show off for you but he's often outshined by inosuke, who enjoys one-upping him while doing even the most menial tasks.

☆ sometimes if he gets too grabby-feely you have to smack him away, but any attention from you is good attention to him. he has a weird way of worming himself into your heart. zenitsu is always the one who cheers you up when you're bummed out about your injuries, or if you're feeling particularly homesick. he's constantly doing silly things to make you laugh or just react to him in any way; he'll even go as far as hurting himself (dramatically crying over a paper cut or a minor scrape..) in order to keep your attention on him. he loves it when you pat his hair or reciprocate his affections, even if it's just for a little bit. a total [y/n] hog!

☆ inosuke is very ignorant when it comes to romance. at first he tried to fight you to assert his dominance and superiority, but after realizing you were injured, he promised to at least "wait until the woman was healed" after much persuading from tanjiro. though clumsy in his advances towards you, he's earnest and genuine; he's never afraid to tell you what/how he's feeling in any given moment. that being said, he may blurt things out that fluster you ("TAKE OFF YOUR STUPID CLOTHES, WOMAN!"). generally, inosuke is never trusted with you when it comes to doing the delicate things like cooking or cleaning, but he does give you piggyback rides literally everywhere and anywhere. he's rather bashful in his own way.

☆ inosuke likes it when you're close to him—preferably with as little layers as possible—as he's sensitive to touch and finds it comforting to feel your warmth against his. and even though he gets your name wrong sometimes, he does try really, really, hard to remember it. he even offered that you write it on his loincloth so he doesn't forget (what a sweetie!). he gives you "gifts" that he finds when he's out training in the forest, like a pretty looking rock or anything that resembles a flower (he once unknowingly uprooted a clump of weeds for you). everything about romance is new to him, so he wordlessly relies on you to guide him a lot.

☆ when it comes to sharing, the three men have a very difficult time. they devised a plan to alternate which days you'll spend with who and for how long. you tried to question why you can't all just hang out together, but they protested so strongly that you'd think you said something cursed. tanjiro tends to be the voice of reason, but zenitsu can also be (ir)rational in his own way. for example, he'll totally agree that you should be able to pick who you want to hang out with but point to himself as the best choice when the others aren't looking. inosuke doesn't like to share at all, so he throws a tantrum every day that he isn't the one who gets to spend time with you. leave it to zenitsu to hold him back while tanjiro guides you away with a sheepish smile.

☆ as your injuries heal up, everyone does their fair share in helping you around and catering to your needs. need to change your bandages? tanjiro insists that he should do it. oh, you said you liked that sunflower in the backyard that one time? inosuke's gonna pick them all for you! wait, your body is sore from doing the physical therapy exercises they force you to do? don't worry, zenitsu will be there with lots of hugs, massages, and warm towels! honestly, they spoil you to the point of it being overwhelming.

☆ and overwhelming it certainly becomes. by the time your wounds are healed and your fractured arm is out of its makeshift cast, you pitch your idea of going back to your hometown to them during dinner one evening. you express your immense gratitude to them, saying you don't know how you'll ever be able to repay them in any meaningful way, but you will definitely come visit often. when you're finished, the silence that follows is absolutely deafening.

☆ zenitsu starts wailing not even five seconds after you're done talking and inosuke results to shouting unintelligible words at you. you sit there with your mouth agape as both men show their distaste to your idea in their own ways. you look to tanjiro for help, who remains eerily calm with crossed arms and closed eyes, but he simply says nothing. zenitsu grabs onto the bottom of your yukata, yelling through snot and tears, "[y/n]-chaaaannn!! you can't leave us!!" inosuke looks like he's ready to explode with the way veins are bulging from his neck and arms. it seems like he's ready to pounce on you if you move away from the table.

☆ "[y/n]-chan," tanjiro suddenly sighs, his voice serious yet gentle as if talking to a child. "are you sure you want to go? maybe it's best if you stayed a while longer. you still aren't healed enough to make the trip down the mountain."

☆ you frown at the suggestion, not sure why you would stay when you feel like you're pretty much back to full health already. "well..." you trail off as zenitsu nearly squeezes the breath out of you, now clinging to your waist and burying his face into your obi. you pat his head with a sad smile; of course you don't want to leave your new friends behind. they've been kind to you but it's about time that you got back to your old life now. your family must be worried sick.

☆ "it's dangerous out there, what if you get hurt again? we aren't going to be there to help you," tanjiro then motions towards the other two, who are sulking at the thought of you leaving. "look at how riled up zenitsu and inosuke are. we've done so much for you and you're just going to leave? don't you like living with us?" tanjiro looks... annoyed. frustrated, even. it's the first time you've ever seen him look like that; you don't understand what the negativity is all about. shouldn't they be happy you're getting out of their hair?

☆ you look up at him, unsure of how to answer. in a way, he's right, but surely you can't stay here forever. your eyes shift from tanjiro, to zenitsu, and finally to inosuke, who's gone awfully quiet after his initial outburst of anger just a few minutes ago. "i'm sorry, everyone. and you're right, tanjiro, you all have done so much for me... zenitsu and inosuke... really, like i said, i don't know how to repay you. " the hand that's stroking zenitu's head drops to your side and he whines at your withdrawal.

☆ another voice suddenly chimes in. "i know how you can repay us." to your surprise, it's inosuke's baritone rasp that draws everyone's attention. he had taken his boar mask off in order to eat, so his devious smile isn't obscured by anything. you can almost feel your heart sink into your stomach at what he says next.

☆ in short, in exchange for saving your life, they also wanted to keep and control it. after that night, they refused to let you leave the house and you're constantly guarded by one of them to ensure that you don't try to make a run for it. you're incredibly miserable but tanjiro still gives you those sweet smiles of his, zenitsu still clings to you like a koala, and inosuke still spoils you with "gifts" and piggyback rides. nothing's changed except the fact that they somehow treat you better than before.

☆ you're told to not resist their advances and to simply give in to their vying for your love and attention. that's right, just let them take care of you, okay?

#yandere kny #yandere demon slayer #yandere tanjiro #yandere zenitsu #yandere inosuke #Yandere demon slayer x reader #yandere kny x reader #yandere tanjiro x reader #Yandere inosuke x reader #Yandere zenitsu x reader #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #Yandere demon slayer headcanons

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Can I request some Yandere! Platonic Older Brother headcanons for Armin Arlert? Maybe make then fluffy please?

Thank you for your time! Have a great morning/night/afternoon! :D

soft yandere!older brother!armin arlert hcs + how he reacts to you seeing thru his manipulation [platonic]

TITLE: " ALWAYS US " — navi.

A/N: no stop bc i've been working on this since i posted the eren one hehe. i was literally going to post this yesterday but i fell asleep!! tysm for the req :)) i can't decide if it's cute or cringe to use "onii-chan" or like other japanese honorifics for siblings in my writing so i only used it once lol

PAIRING: soft yandere!older brother!armin arlert x little sister!reader (platonic)

CHARACTERS: armin arlert (22), reader (18)

☆ armin would be a complete softie when it comes to having a little sister. he's already quite mellow in personality and affectionate with the people he's fond of, so naturally he extends this towards you tenfold. he's a very devoted and involved older brother.

☆ he's so clingy. literally bothers you all the time and wants to hang out whenever he gets the chance. gives you so many hugs and head pats, it's like he doesn't understand the concept of personal space. whenever you tell him to chill, he gives you this kicked puppy look that makes you feel guilty—you always end up giving in to his affections. sometimes you feel like the older sibling instead.

☆ he's definitely an overthinker but that results in him being rather thoughtful. he's the type where if you tell him you like something, he'll go buy it in bulk the next day. he's never forgotten a birthday. he scribbles down your likes and interests so he doesn't forget them. if he travels somewhere he can't take you, he'll bring back souvenirs and gifts for you. armin does make sure that you know you're loved and cared for.

☆ he's a complete worrywart though. he cares so much about your well-being that it stresses him out. when he's away for expeditions and is forced to leave you back within the walls, he's constantly paranoid that something will go wrong while he isn't there to protect you. he hates that feeling more than anything.

☆ he can also be insecure of himself at times, so having someone who looks up to him really makes him feel strong and needed. your opinion of him matters the most out of everyone else and he feels warm inside whenever you praise him or express your gratitude to him.

☆ armin is actually quite lenient with you but it's partly so he can keep your perception of him in high regards. he's not one to chain you down with rules, but that of course has its limits. since he's so sweet and so patient with you, you would never even guess that he acts the way he does to be able to subtly manipulate you into obeying him.

☆ like oh, you wanna go spend the night at a friend's? but, but—he's been working so hard to provide for you, shouldn't you spend more time with him instead? there's nothing your friend can do that he can't! he knows you like the back of his hand and he's very good at getting you to do as he tells you.

☆ armin has a huge problem with babying you. whether that's due to the fact that you're his only remaining kin or simply just from the trauma of losing so many comrades, armin can't help himself. despite the fact you're grown now, every time he looks at you he sees the little sister that always looked up to him for guidance and direction. his world would literally crumble if you were to ever fall into a state of mind where you disliked him.

☆ and that is his downfall.

☆ though you didn't inherit a lot of the brains that he did, you're not entirely stupid. you caught on when things started getting a little too much. you went out to the market on your own without asking armin first and returned home late in the evening, just before he usually got home from corps work. but... to find him already there and absolutely fuming—yeah, you just knew something wasn't right.

☆ "[y/n]!" armin rises from his seat on the couch, blue eyes ablaze with an anger you didn't even know he was capable of. "where've you been? i've been worried sick." he stops in front of you and grabs your shoulders with a firm, unrelenting grip. you're shocked that he made it home before you, he's never home this early.

☆ you're not sure what to say to that, honestly. it's not like you did anything wrong. you harshly pull yourself from his grip, an annoyed look surfacing your features. your feet ache and you really aren't in the mood to hear armin's annoying lectures about "asking for permission to leave the house" right now. aren't you an adult? you don't need to do that anymore.

☆ "[y/n]. don't ignore me. sit down, i'm talking to you." armin uses the same commanding tone you've heard him use with the lower-ranking cadets when they aren't taking their duties seriously. irritation drills right through your chest. you are not a kid and you are not a little soldier that he can just order around when he pleases.

☆ you don't even bother to look at him as you make your way to your bedroom instead, completely unconcerned with your older brother's antics. he can argue with the wall for all you care.

☆ armin is genuinely speechless. mouth-open-arms-dangling kind of speechless. did you just... ignore him? he almost starts laughing to himself; what is this, your little rebellious stage? that's actually adorable. he watches humorously as you disappear down the hall to your room and slam the door shut behind you. he chuckles to himself and shakes his head, brushing off your blatant disrespect as you having a bad day or something.

☆ he won't lie and say that what you just did didn't hurt him a little bit. regardless, armin decides to let you brood in your teenage angst for a while. it's a phase that you'll get over, right?

☆ wrong. in the following days, you continue to ignore him. he'll walk into your room with your pink apron on and an abomination of some kind of food on a plate, announcing proudly, "i made you dinner! :D" ignored. while you're hanging up laundry, he'll come up behind you with a cute smile, "[y/n]-chan.~ let's go to the market today, i'll buy you those sweets you really like!" ignored. nothing, literally nothing he does is getting through to you.

☆ armin can't believe his charm isn't working on you anymore. what happened? were you catching onto him? the thought nearly makes him stumble and he grabs onto the edge of the kitchen counter to hold himself upright. no, you were too naïve, too innocent, too lacking in basic cognitive skills to catch on. still, though, why were you so adamant on disobeying him? it's never been a problem.

☆ truly, it doesn't take long for armin to lose his patience with your little "rebellious phase." he decides that maybe he's been too nice and forgiving with you, or perhaps it's you who's grown complacent with his leniency towards you. so what does he do? he comes up with a plan to win you over: operation "force [y/n] to spend the weekend with him" commences.

☆ of course, armin would never do or say anything to you with inherently malicious intent. he takes the weekend off from corps work to plead with you until you finally give in to coming out of your room and speaking to him again (told you he's devoted). the rest of the weekend is spent doing things that he knows you like; you bake a cake together (you're more than annoyed when he clumsily spills the flour everywhere and breaks eggshells into the mix), he offers to braid your hair and make flower crowns, and he even suggests you both go and have dinner at your favorite food stall in town.

☆ although you want to not enjoy yourself, you end up enjoying the bonding time anyway. it's... sweet, just like the how you've always known armin to be.

☆ by the end of it, you can hardly say you're mad at him anymore. you start to think that maybe it was an overreaction and you were wrong to be mad over such a little thing. actually, you're not even sure why you got so mad in the first place. you know that armin's overbearing nature is only because he's trying to help you, not hurt you. after all, it's always only ever been the two of you so you can't really blame him for being the way he is, can you? you have to be there for him, too.

☆ "um, so, you're not mad at me anymore? you were super mean the other day..." armin prods carefully, gazing at you hopefully. you're both walking back home after he took you out for some pastries. you pretend to ponder, crossing your arms and turning away, but moments later you tackle him into a hug. "of course not, onii-chan. sorry for being mean to you, it was silly. forgive me?"

☆ armin's heart almost bursts in his chest and he quickly reciprocates your affection, tightly embracing you. of course you're not mad anymore; you fell right where he wanted you, again.

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[eskumii]

Hey could you do a piece where eren Yeager spanks the reader and cuts her hair as a punishment? Love your work!

yandere!eren yeagar punishes his darling + aftercare hcs

TITLE: " WHAT A GOOD GIRL " — navi.

A/N: first req, tysm anonnie!! :D a little nsfw/intense sadistic themes (?) + s4 lore, kinda. this is soo much longer than i originally planned it to be loll, forgive me, i'm in love with meanie eren. >v>

PAIRING: yandere!eren yeager x reader

CHARACTERS: s4 eren yeager (19), reader (19)

☆ eren is definitely the type to punish his darling this way. everyone knows he has a temper that causes him to do things he sometimes doesn't think through but, as he's aged, his maturity doesn't allow him to be entirely delusional. as a yandere, eren is very strict and protective of his darling, especially one who's weaker and smaller than him.

☆ you're not sure how it happened, but you met eren for the first time when he had just arrived at marley. you offered to show him around town and even invited him into your home for tea with the cute twirl of your hair around your finger. how could he say no? you were being nice and of course he knew that—you were just being too nice.

☆ eren took it upon himself to start visiting you frequently. at first it was a couple times a week, then it was every couple days, then it was everyday. he ended up confiding in you about a lot of things, though he kept it vague, you were always there to hold his hand and offer him soothing words.

☆ the anger he felt towards the marleyans began to ebb away because of you, but it was sooner replaced with a bitterness at how people like you were so kind and trusting of people you didn't even know. you should really know better—eren's going to be the one to teach you, of course.

☆ it takes little to make eren snap. along with the stress of all his personal scheming, seeing you talking to another man outside of your apartment building and twirling your hair around your finger abashedly is a sure way to get him absolutely pissed. his apathetic mask breaks and, soon, his towering figure is hastily storming over.

☆ "oh, eren! i didn't know you were coming... today..." you trail off when you notice his dark expression. it scares you and you step back once he comes up behind the guy hitting on you, who is also still babbling away obliviously despite the apparent danger that lurks just an arm's length away.

☆ next thing you know, the guy is flung to the floor and eren delivers a skull-fracturing kick to his head. the guy goes limp immediately. is he dead? horrified, you nearly scream, but eren quickly grabs you by the arm and drags you into the building up to your apartment room (which you didn't lock up, again. aren't you just so hopeless without him?). a few bystanders gaze curiously at the commotion, but no one bothers to intervene.

☆ eren locks the door and allows you to crumple to the kitchen floor as he searches through your drawers for something. while he's doing that, you manage to gather the courage to shout at him, demanding to know what his problem is and to get out of your house. he ignores you completely.

☆ turning back around, he crouches down to where you're near hyperventilating on the floor to twirl his finger through a strand of your hair, like how you would do every so often when you were around him. "you love your hair, don't you?" he whispers, green eyes brimming with some apologetic sentiment you don't quite understand.

☆ eren suddenly clamps a hand over your mouth and pushes you back against a bottom cabinet, his long legs moving to straddle you. your eyes are blown wide as he reveals the tool glinting in his other hand to be a pair of sharp, metal scissors. he then begins to chop your hair off, mercilessly cutting chunk after chunk with reckless abandon. you feel like throwing up.

☆ you start kicking at him, screaming into his palm for him to stop, shoving against his muscled torso and doing anything—anything at all to get away from him. he starts apologizing, over and over, a slightly pained expression twisting his handsome features as he continues to hack off your once well-kept tresses. it's for your own good, he repeats.

☆ when you're near defeated, eren stops. your hair is all over the place. you're both breathing heavily and the silence that blankets the room is almost palpable. you wonder what happened to the eren you met just a few weeks ago. you don't know what went wrong but if there's one thing you know for sure, it's that you need to run.

☆ unfortunately, it seems like eren is already several steps ahead of you. by the time he's gotten off of you and you're pulling yourself up to make your way to the front door, he's already dragged a chair from your dining table into the threshold of the kitchen entrance and blocked your only path to freedom. you're doomed.

☆ you gasp as he grabs you by the forearm and manhandles you until you're bent over his lap. he wrestles both your wrists into one hand behind your back and steps over your dangling legs with one of his own. you don't even have time to fight back as he takes a fistful of your ankle-length skirt and pulls it up, exposing the plump swell of your booty clad in lace-lined panties.

☆ at this point your face is flushed, eyes brimming with tears and body stiffening as he begins to gently knead your soft flesh. you don't even know what to say; he's not saying anything, either. with the way his hands skillfully trace over your skin in tantalizing patterns, you hardly have half the mind to process what's going on anymore.

☆ finally, though, you regain your ability to speak when you feel his fingers hook underneath the band of your panties, threatening to pull them down. "no! p.. please stop, eren! i just—i don't know what i did to make you so m-"

☆ slap!

☆ you squeak as eren suddenly brings his hand down, leaving a biting sting on your right cheek. "tell me, [y/n]," eren rasps, burning holes into the back of your head with an unjustified frustration. "do you let every man into your life so easily like this? hm?"

☆ you let out a cry as he lands another harsh smack; your struggling is almost pointless as his grip tightens on your wrists. you grit your teeth at the burning it leaves and you weakly kick your feet in a last-ditch, futile attempt at resistance.

☆ he spanks you again, harder this time, and you can barely stifle the noises you're making at the pain. the calloused man leans down close to your ear, his warm breath tickling you as he caresses your inner thigh. "answer me."

☆ you see him raise his hand to strike you again out of the corner of your eyes. fearfully, you blurt out an answer in hopes it will appease him and free you from this embarrassing position. "no! only you... just you, eren."

☆ you can't see the way his eyes brighten and the smile that stretches across his face, ear-to-ear. he bends over to plant a kiss on the top of your head, a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest at your response. "yeah? that's my girl."

☆ and then he begins to spank you, ruthlessly. he makes you count; cruelly, he restarts at least three times when you aren't able to keep up. he'll pause every few spanks to give you a break, fingers tenderly dipping between your thighs or fondly tracing over the rawness of your skin. you've given up trying to get away at this point—eren overpowers you easily.

☆ by the time you count to twenty, you're sobbing. tears and snot dampen the leg of eren's jeans but he doesn't seem to mind. he lets go of your aching wrists and watches as they fall limp at your sides, completely helpless under his control. he carefully twists you around and slips his arms underneath you to pick you up and carry you to your bedroom.

☆ eren gingerly lays you on your side then sits next to you, cooing soft praises and sweet nothings in an attempt to calm you down: "you did so well for me angel, you know that?" "shh, don't cry anymore, it's all over now." "i'm so sorry baby. i didn't want to hurt you, i'm only doing what's best for you."

☆ he'll tuck you into the blankets and wipe your face clean with a warm, damp cloth, cradling your head and shushing you until you stop crying. you don't have the strength to push him away or even say anything; you can hardly look him in the eyes. still, eren peppers your sweaty forehead with kisses, not at all bothered by your lack of response or reaction.

☆ "did you learn your lesson, [y/n]? i don't want you to act that way for any other man," eren mutters, reaching over to grab your face and forcing you to look in his direction. "understand?"

☆ he squishes your cheeks, amused at how cute it makes you look. you're ashamed and embarrassed but with the way his other hand trails along your hip, silently warning you as it brushes against your sore backside, you can only nod in submission at his command.

☆ eren gives you a small smile, eyes softening. "what a good girl."

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── ESKUMII'S MASTERLIST ♡

› all my works in one place, for your convenience. please enjoy! ໒꒰ྀི ๑˙―˙๑ ꒱ྀིა

› last updated on: (sun. march 03, 2024)

› (★) = nsfw, mdni.

— ATTACK ON TITAN

⤷ " I'LL PROTECT YOU " — soft yandere!older brother!eren yeager hcs + how he reacts to you joining the corps [platonic]

⤷ " LEARN YOUR LESSON " — soft yandere!older brother!eren yeager hcs (part 2) + how he reacts to you having a secret boyfriend [platonic]

⤷ " ALWAYS US " — soft yandere!older brother!armin arlert hcs + how he reacts to you seeing thru his manipulation [platonic]

⤷ " WHAT A GOOD GIRL " — yandere!eren yeagar punishes his darling + aftercare hcs [spanking & cutting her hair] (★)

— DEMON SLAYER

⤷ " YOURS, MINE, OURS " — yandere!kny main trio (tanjiro, zenitsu, inosuke) hcs + sharing a darling

⤷ " YEARNING HEART " — soft yandere!koyuki hcs + how she reacts to cuddling for warmth

⤷ " TROPHY WIFE " — yandere!uzui tengen/wives + you're his first wife (★)

⤷ " TURBULENCE " — soft yandere!older brother figure!shinazugawa sanemi x child!demon!reader hcs [platonic]

— NARUTO

⤷ " BAD ROMANCE " — soft yandere!genin!sasuke uchiha x reader hcs

— MY HERO ACADEMIA

⤷ " SHE WANT ME FR " — soft yandere!incel!izuku midoriya + darling who's a famous pro hero (★)

⤷ " RENT-A-GF " — yandere!incel!tomura shigaraki + foreigner!darling who can't speak japanese (★)

— JUJUTSU KAISEN

› wip.

— HAJIME NO IPPO

› wip.

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soft yandere!older brother!eren yeager hcs + how he reacts to you joining the corps [platonic]

TITLE: " I'LL PROTECT YOU " — navi. part two.

A/N: my first post. :) going thru extreme eren brainrot rn, this was such an impulsive write. love me some tatakae. these hcs are quite long, i've actually never written any before lol! i've also never written for eren so my interpretation of him may or may not be accurate. this is just how i see him.

PAIRING: soft yandere!older brother!eren yeager x little sister!reader (platonic)

CHARACTERS: eren yeager (19), reader (15)

☆ you're eren's younger sister by four years.

☆ it's no secret that eren's been hardened through a traumatic past and was forced to learn what it means to grow up in even more compromising circumstances. with you as his younger sister, there was little he could do to shield you from the horrors of reality as a kid himself, but he always made sure you were happy, safe, and fed.

☆ however, it's not like that anymore. eren is older. he's stronger. he knows how to protect you now, and he makes it a priority to be the big brother he knows you need. you have no one else, after all.

☆ you, on the other hand, are rather less inclined to his overprotectiveness. he's a brooding man who stands six feet tall and can easily squash anyone, but he's soft like putty when it comes to you. he's always doting on you, it seems: "quit running down the stairs, you'll hurt yourself." "it's cold outside, put a jacket on. *wraps a scarf around you*" "hold onto me, it'd be annoying if you got lost."

☆ whenever you tell him to stop babying you, that you're grown now, he just pats your head and gives you a shadow of a smile that somehow seems threatening. you huff and smack his hand away, leaving him to fondly watch as you stomp away like a spoiled brat. you'll always be his innocent little sister.

☆ as your older brother and last true kin, eren feels obligated to be strict with you. no boys, no staying out past curfew, no friends he hasn't approved of, and certainly no going outside the walls. did i mention no boys? it's all for your safety; he constantly keeps a watchful eye on you.

☆ the day you decide to pursue the idea of joining the corps is the day that stoic eren loses his cool. you argue, going back and forth about how it's your decision or how only he knows what's best for you. he can't protect you out there and there's no way he could live anymore if you ever got killed by a titan. you're being so selfish!

☆ it seems that eren can't accept that you're growing up. in fact, you're now the same age he was when he became apart of the survey corps. in his eyes, you're still the little girl whom he held in his arms as you sobbed after mother died, bandaged the scrapes you got from playing in the rocks by the river (even though he told you not to), and pretty much raised you all this time. you should listen to him—no, you're going to listen to him and he'll make sure of that.

☆ after days of arguing and trying to persuade you to not join the corps, eren suddenly gives in. you find that utterly suspicious but you decide not to try your luck any further. giddy with excitement, your enlistment into training commences immediately and you're sent away to boot camp within the next couple of days. eren waves you off a little too happily.

☆ needless to say, it could not have gone more terribly. your first day there is spent alone—no one dares speak a word to you, even when you approach them with your sweetest smile and the intent to befriend them. it's not that big of a deal, it's only the first day, everyone's nervous, right? maybe you should give it some time. at least, that's what you told yourself.

☆ and you were so completely wrong. it doesn't get better. at all. no one sits with you during any meal. no one chooses you as their training partner. gosh, no one even claims the bunk bed that's above you. you're avoided like the plague and honestly, it kind of hurts your feelings. you didn't do anything to deserve this.

☆ but if you thought that was bad, it gets worse. about two weeks in, the other trainees suddenly begin to bully you. they take your clothes while you're in the shower, they strip your sheets and throw them into the nearby river, and some have even begun to physically push you around.

☆ everyday is another day that you miss eren. with tears in your eyes as a kid harshly shoves you to the ground during a training session, you begin to wish that you listened to him. and as he begins to kick you in the stomach, you don't think you can handle it anymore.

☆ so imagine the glee on your face when you're told that you are not at all adequate enough in skill nor combat ability to become a soldier and receive orders that you'll be sent home soon. you're a little bit disappointed deep down, but you're starting to think you were never cut out for this in the first place. your big brother was right all along.

☆ eren is a conniving fiend. he's got connections all over the island and, if he wanted to, he could destroy the whole thing if he so well pleased. pulling a few strings to make sure you never pursue a career in the corps was nothing. you had to learn the hard way, unfortunately. he doesn't blame you; he thinks it's adorable how much you resemble him when he was your age.

☆ the day you come home, eren is standing in the threshold of front door looking a little bit smug. he opens up his arms for you and you abandon your belongings to run into the safety of his embrace.

☆ you cry and sob into his chest about all the horrible things you had to endure at boot camp. eren cooes soothing words into your ear as he crouches down to gently wipe your tears and stroke your head. it reminds him so much of when mother died, how you depended on him completely. he hugs you tighter.

☆ "shhh, it's okay [y/n], don't cry." he rubs your back as you hiccup through your recounting of boot camp, "i'm here, you're safe now."

☆ you pull back a little to look him in the eyes, face damp with tears and snot. "i'm sorry, i should have listened to you..." and you squeeze him tighter, shoulders shaking as you struggle to pull yourself together.

☆ eren can't hold back the small, twisted smile that tugs at his lips. "didn't i tell you i know what's best for you? you should never have to fight—i'll protect you," he wipes away the rest of your tears and leads you inside, where he had already prepared your favorite comfort food. ruffling your hair, you smile tearfully at him and he smiles back.

☆ "i'll take care of you, alright?" eren certainly has become the big brother you need.

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[eskumii]

: ̗̀➛ hi, i'm kumi ! ♡ twenty-one. sleepy uni student.

: ̗̀➛ this blog contains dark yandere content !! if you're sensitive, pleass read at your own risk. you have been warned.

: ̗̀➛ if ur here, ur weird, and that's ok. i say to you, my love: welcome & please enjoy your stay. — [n]sfw, mdni. 18+ ꒰ strictly rec. ꒱ ♡

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— ABOUT ME ✩⡱

› i go by kumi on this blog. i'm a twenty-one year old uni student (i cry myself to sleep every night :3). i am almost exclusively interested in writing & consuming yandere content.

› i'm half black + filipino (blasian). english is my native language (currently learning svenska: tack så mycket för att du läser!).

› a huge handheld console modding nerd. i love otome games (collarxmalice, varibari, code: realize, hakuoki, etc.), mmorpgs/jrpgs (persona series, final fantasy, blade & soul) + many other games like animal crossing, ace attorney, dark souls & skyrim! if u couldn't tell, i like everything sanrio !! ♩ ⁺ ┄ (☆﹏☆)

— RULES ✩⡱

› this is a yandere blog. i only write yandere au's!

› i advise minors to not interact. some of my content is not suitable for people under eighteen.

› i don't include extensive tw's and, naturally, yandere content can be very triggering (dub/non-con mostly). please be mature and understand that what i write is fiction and i do not condone this toxic & immoral behavior irl.

› i will write adult characters according to their canon age and others will be aged-up should i specify so. if you have a problem with that, kindly block me.

› my dms and asks are always open. feel free to message me any time but please refrain from asking personal questions.

: ̗̀➛ what i will write:

nsfw when i feel like it. fem!reader only. platonic yandere(s). angst, anything taboo/dark. age gaps. love triangles/harem. specific physical/character attributes (chubby!reader, shy!reader etc.). i'm generally open to any topic but please message me if you're unsure.

: ̗̀➛ what i will not write:

male/gn!reader. yuri/yaoi. character x character, oc(s). gross nsfw stuff like scat, vomit, or gore kinks.

— REQUESTS ✩⡱ [status: open]

: ̗̀➛ anime i will write for (for now):

naruto, hunterxhunter, demon slayer, attack on titan, jujutsu kaisen, boku no hero academia, hajime no ippo

› i tend to have commitment issues when it comes to writing, so if you do request from me, please be patient. i am a full-time uni student who does this for fun. please don't harass me if i am unable to fulfill your request when you want.

› character request limit is 2 to 3. i will mostly be doing lengthy headcanons and one-shots.

› i'm tired of boring yandere prompts. give me something crazy or weird, i don't care. as long as it's interesting, i'll write for it.

› have some manners. saying "please" and "thank you," or leaving a nice comment goes a long way.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ that's all, thank yew so much for reading this far. ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

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