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bratdesire · 3 years

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All Bark and No Bite

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Noncon, lowkey incel Tsukki, yandere ( i think?), degrading language, knifeplay, misogyny, slut shaming, brat taming, slapping, belting, mentions of blood, choking, emotional manipulation, belly bulge, overstimulation, painful orgasm, unprotected sex, general meanness, time skip spoilers?

Genre: Smut (gross)

Author’s Note: This is mean, nasty Tsukki brain rot and I had no reason at all to write this. He’s a fucking beast in this and I apologize for nothing. Hopefully someone likes it tho. As always, thank you to my betas @sempiternal-amour, @kidwine, @india-katsuki!!

Word count: 3.9k

Summary: Tsukishima teaches his roommate’s bratty girlfriend a lesson or two.

Please heed the warnings, it’s dark in here ;;;;

Tsukishima has hated you since he laid eyes on you.

You personify everything that he despises, from your big bratty mouth, to your typical bitchy attitude, to your ridiculous wardrobe which must only consist of tiny crop tops and slutty skirts that barely cover your ass.

Most of all, he hates that you never fail to give him a raging hard on anytime you’re around. But it’s really not his fault, not with the way you prance around his and Kuroo’s apartment in your tiny, indecent outfits and surely not with the sinful moans he hears you make through the thin wall between their bedrooms. He knows you know exactly what you’re doing.

You can’t not know.

He knows you’re trying to tempt him, test his resolve. He doesn’t miss the way you make sure he’s looking when you bend over in your too-short skirt, panties conveniently missing. You’re always mouthing off to him, trying to goad him into an argument, knowing Kuroo will always come to your defense.

You’re trying to push him until the thin, fraying thread that is his self-control snaps.

One day, it does.

You’re standing in the kitchen, boiling some pasta for dinner when Tsukishima unlocks the front door. Great, he thinks, he’s had a long day full of stressful negotiations for the museum and now you’re here to sour his mood even more. Usually Kuroo is there to smooth out any tension that develops between you, quickly defusing any arguments before you start full-on screaming at each other, so your conflicts have never risen above that threshold.

But Kuroo’s not here, as Tsukishima learns from you in your annoyingly snarky tone, “Tetsu won’t be home until late tonight. He told me to tell you he said to fuck off if you bothered me.” You’re smirking, feeling superior in the belief that you’re safe from his wrath because you’re his roommate’s girlfriend and he wants so badly to wipe that smirk off your face, preferably by belting you until you bleed.

“I didn’t ask, brat,” Tsukishima sneers, narrowing his eyes at you as he passes on the way to his room. He’s trying to keep a calm, collected persona, but you just get under his skin in a way that no one else does. Usually he lets those types of comments go but he’s just so tired, so tense, and so fed up with your attitude that his bubbling anger threatens to break the surface and boil over. He breathes in, breathes out, breathes in, breathes out. He can tolerate your unruly behavior for at least a few hours until Kuroo gets home, he tells himself. He truthfully doesn’t care about his relationship with his roommate, Kuroo just offered him a cheap place to stay after high school graduation, but he knows that if he did hurt you he’d have to find a new place to live and that would just be a headache that he doesn’t want to deal with.

After changing out of his work clothes and putting on sweatpants and a t-shirt, he makes his way down the hall and back into the kitchen to make himself dinner because he sure as hell isn’t going to eat anything you make. Girls his age never know how to cook, only knowledgeable in spreading their legs for any alpha male that looks their way.

Much to Tsukishima’s irritation, you’re still in the kitchen piddling around like the clueless bitch you are, incapable of boiling a simple box of pasta without the water boiling over and making a mess of the stove. He lets out a groan of exasperation, walking over to where you’re standing in front of the stove to remove the pot from the burner.

“Can’t do anything without fucking it up can you, brat?” He growls at you, purposefully clipping your shoulder as he moves behind you to throw the ruined pasta away. He knows he’s baiting you into an argument and that you’ll take the bait, but the knowledge that Kuroo won’t be home for a while makes him want to see how far you’re willing to go without your boyfriend present.

“You’re such a fucking asshole, you know that? No wonder no one likes you,” you huff, leaning against the stove and crossing your arms. The action squishes your breasts together and he can see the faint outline of your areolas through the thin material of your shirt.

“As if I care about what a useless brat like you has to say about me.” Tsukishima scoffs and he can see your anger in the way your shoulders shake.

“You barely fucking know me, who are you to call me useless?” You push yourself off the stove and take a step closer to him.

“I know enough about you to know that you’re useless.” He can feel his resolve fraying more and more as each word leaves your bitchy mouth.

“Oh, I’m useless? Didn’t that little ginger boy you played volleyball with in high school get on the Japan National team while you work at a museum?” You’re smiling triumphantly as if you’ve won this battle of wits, but Tsukishima can rattle off insults in his sleep and this isn’t his first time putting someone in their place.

“You know Kuroo only keeps you around because you’re pretty and you’re a warm, wet hole waiting for him to fuck when he gets home.” He crosses his own arms this time, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

“So you think I’m pretty?” You’re snickering at the reddening of his face and the twisting of his delicate features and it fills him with so much rage that the thread...

Just.

Snaps.

He’s on you so fast that you can’t even blink before he has you pinned to the countertop, one hand squeezing the back of your neck and the other twisting your arm painfully behind you. Tsukishima relishes in the little yelp of pain you make when he twists your arm back farther.

“Absolutely not. Your slutty cunt is the only good thing about you and even that has probably been stretched out by all the cocks you’ve taken.” His voice is calm, collected, as if he were discussing the weather and not verbally abusing you while he has you pressed into the countertop. Your fight-or-flight response triggers and you start kicking and screaming, thrashing against him in a blind attempt to wrench yourself from his grasp.

“What the fuck are you doing? Fucking asshole get off of me and let me go!” The hand that’s holding your arm quickly grabs your other wrist while his other hand wrenches you upward by a painful grip in your hair. Your back is now pressed against Tsukishima’s chest, wrists restrained by his long fingers and head bent back so your eyes meet his. They’re cold, unfeeling and send a sickly chill down your spine that makes you still immediately.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll be quiet and calm down. It’ll be easier that way for the both of us.” The monotony of his voice is even more sinister in this moment where you’re completely at his mercy. Your eyes widen in horror as you feel his cock pressing against your ass and it causes you to start fighting him again, no coordination in the way your muscles move in your frantic movements. You’re screaming, just hoping somebody will hear you, somebody will come save you.

Your hopes are meaningless when you’re so small, so vulnerable. Tsukishima knows no one will come for you and he knows you’ll never be able to overpower him. You’re completely at his mercy, whether you choose to comply or not.

“You know, even if nobody comes for me now, Tetsu will be home later and I’ll tell him everything you did to me.” You’re confident that the threat of your boyfriend will deter him from taking his abuse any further. You struggle in his grip to hold yourself a little higher so you’re more eye level with him. “He’ll kill you if he sees one hair out of place and I tell him it was you.”

How cute, you still think you have control of this situation.

“I’ll just deny whatever you claim that I did or didn’t do. Who do you think Kuroo will believe? Me, his longtime friend from high school, or you, his whore girlfriend he met a year ago?” A smug smile tugs at his lips, knowing he’s planted a seed of doubt in your mind that Kuroo will believe you.

“Tetsu loves me! He’ll believe whatever I tell him.” He can’t tell if you’re trying to convince him or yourself.

“You really think Kuroo loves anything more than your tits,” he uses one hand to grope at your breasts, “or your ass,” the other hand sliding down to fondle at the supple flesh. The feeling of his long, thin fingers on your body causes you to start fighting again, but this time your arms are free so you start flailing them blindly, hoping to stun him long enough that’ll give you enough time to get away. You manage to twist around and smack him in the face and almost wriggle out of his grip but as luck would have it, you don’t get away. You won’t get away.

Rage takes over his features, his muscles tensing and flexing. Tsukishima quickly raises his hand and brings it down across the left side of your face. It takes a moment for you to realize that he slapped you, confusion slowly morphing into an expression of sheer, unadulterated fear. The horror that dawns on you, overtaking your features, warms his heart.

“If you’re not going to behave and continue to be a brat, I’m going to treat you how a brat should be treated.” He drags you, kicking and screaming, down the hall to his bedroom. He wishes you’d shut the fuck up, but that’ll be taken care of soon enough.

Kuroo thinks you’re his sweet, innocent girlfriend but Tsukishima knows better, knows what you really are. You’re a mouthy, bratty whore who needs to learn her place and he’ll be the one to remind you what you are.

Once you’re in his bedroom he turns and uses one hand to lock the door. How pathetically weak you are that he only needs one hand to restrain you. He digs around with one arm underneath his bed, slowly getting frustrated before he finally grabs what he’s looking for.

Handcuffs.

He grabs your arm and fastens a cuff to your wrist, tightening them just enough so the cold, hard metal digs into your flesh. It only takes a few moments of your incessant struggling for redness to bloom across the skin of your wrists and Tsukishima can’t help but smile at the sight.

“What kind of sick fuck just has a pair of handcuffs lying around?” You’re scared, he can hear it in the way your voice shakes, but you’re trying to act tough and he can’t help but roll his eyes.

Tsukishima hauls your body over to his bed, forcing you to follow him if you want to prevent fracturing your wrist. He forces you onto the mattress, body bouncing with the impact. With the other cuff in hand, he fastens it to his headboard.

“The kind that’s going to beat your bratty ass into submission before I fuck your stupid cunt.” He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your flimsy, tiny shorts and pulls them down your legs. You start thrashing harder, trying to slow the movements of his hands but your efforts are futile.

“Stop! What the fuck do you think you’re doing a-asshole!?” You’re on the verge of tears, eyes welling up, bottom lip trembling. You shut your legs as tight as you can in an attempt to impede his quest to remove what’s left of your clothing, but you both know that won’t stop him.

Your entire body stills then seizes up when you see the glint of a box cutter blade in Tsukishima’s hand.

“W-What’re you planning on doing with that?” Your wide, terrified eyes are trained on the blade as he waves it around in the air.

“Stop your whining, I’m not going to cut you with it. It’s just to make removing your clothes easier.” He’s looking at you like a parent would look at a child that was throwing a fit, exasperated and tired of your nonsense. “Hold still and I’ll make this quick. I don’t want to get blood on my sheets just as much as you don’t want to get cut.”

You’re cowering from him, trying to scramble away from him despite the handcuffs anchoring you in place. You gasp when you feel the sharp edge of the blade against your hip, not daring to take another breath. Tsukishima slices through both sides of the little bits of string you call panties, revelling in the way your body trembles underneath him. Another long cut is made down the front of your shirt, the box cutter making quick work of the fabric, and his suspicions are confirmed that you’re not wearing a bra. Of course a whore like you wouldn’t be wearing one.

He admires the enticing curve of your breasts, the way your nipples are hardening in the cool air of his room. Your cheeks are wet with fresh, salty tears and you’re sniveling pathetically. He’s almost tempted to tell you that you’re beautiful like this, tied up and naked, crying, but you don’t deserve his praise.

“Turn over, face down ass up. If I have to tell you a second time, I have no problems carving you up with this blade.” The threat has you scrambling onto your hands and knees, the action hindered by your restraints but you manage to turn over and present your ass to him.

Tsukishima unbuckles his belt, sliding it through the loops of his jeans. He takes it in his hand and folds it in half, inspecting its structural integrity to ensure he won’t destroy it as he whips you with it. The belt is real black leather, heavy in his palm and he knows it’ll make pretty welts on your skin.

“Now, it’s time to beat all of that sass and attitude out of you.”

There’s no warning, no pretense before he starts viciously whipping you with his belt and you’re already screaming. If you hadn’t been so difficult, he might have warmed you up beforehand but he doesn’t mind. Your struggle was like foreplay, a little taste before the main course and it has his cock is straining against his pants.

Every broken cry that leaves your throat sends arousal down his spine and he thinks he

should’ve done this sooner.

He would have if he had known how delicious your screams were.

The blonde is relentless, the impact of the belt never lessening, if anything, the smacks become even more ruthless. Your ass is an angry red and he can see some of the skin beginning to split, fresh, warm blood bubbling to the surface around your deeper wounds.

“P-Please stop, it hurts so much. I can’t take it anymore!” You’re fully sobbing now, tears and snot dripping down your face. “I’ll do a-anything,” you choke out between cries, your voice hoarse from overuse.

“Look at you, bawling hysterically from a few licks with my belt. You really are all bark and no bite. How pathetic,” he sneers.

“Tsukkiiiiii! Please, stop. I’ll do whatever you want as long as you stop hurting me.” The way you say his name is harsh and grating against his ears, but he overlooks it in favor of taking what you’ve been dangling in front of his face all this time.

The sound of Tsukishima’s pants hitting the ground makes you stiffen on the bed, slowly and apprehensively turning your head to look at him. Your eyes widen to the size of dinner plates when you see his cock: thick, hard, and leaking precum.

When you feel the dip of the bed underneath his weight, you start shaking and hyperventilating at the realization that this is really going to happen. “You… You’re really going to do this.” You sound so small, so defeated and his chest swells with pride because he did that—he smothered that blazing fire inside you with little more than a few flicks of his wrist.

“Yeah, and there’s nothing you can do about it so just lie there and take it,” he says as he lines himself up against your slit. When he notices the copious amounts of slick drooling out of your quivering pussy, the man can’t help but laugh at your expense. “Are you actually fucking wet from this? Does being fucked against your will turn you on this much?”

Your cheeks burn with shame and disgust because you are wet from Tsukishima’s abuse. It’s wrong, you know that, but your traitorous body doesn’t even feel like your own as it reacts to his touch. No matter how hard you try, you can’t stop the thrusting of your hips to try to catch the head of his cock each time it slots against the tight ring of muscle around your entrance.

“I always knew you were a cock hungry slut. You don't care whose cock is inside this filthy pussy as long as you’re getting fucked, do you?”

You don’t respond, tears welling up in your eyes and leaving watery trails down your cheeks. He’s right. You asked for this—if you hadn’t tempted him, you wouldn’t be handcuffed to Tsukishima’s bed, waiting for him to defile you.

“I asked you a question,” Tsukishima snarls, fisting your hair in your hand and delivering a sharp spank to your ass. “Tell me how much of a disgusting whore you are.”

“I-I’m a—hiccup—dirty slut that loves t-to get fucked,” you stutter, the words like acid, foul and caustic on your tongue. “All I w-want is a cock inside me.”

“At least you know your place. Now let’s see if this slutty hole of yours is worth anything.” Tsukishima finally thrusts inside you, meeting some resistance from how unprepared you are, but he just pushes harder.

Your walls spasm and clench to try to adjust to his length, but you feel like you’re going to split in half. He’s much bigger than any other man you’ve slept with, stretching and filling you so full your stomach bulges where the tip of his cock is pressed against your cervix.

You scream and writhe on the bed in an attempt to get away from the hard, throbbing length painfully probing your delicate insides, but it’s futile with the handcuffs keeping you firmly shackled to the bed.

“Urgh, shit, for a used hole, you’re so fucking tight. I’m d-definitely going to cum from this.” The blonde takes a sharp breath through clenched teeth, sweat beading on his forehead. He doesn’t want to cum so soon. He can’t cum so soon when he’s waited for this for months.

“P-Please, not inside… I-I’m not on birth control,” you plead softly, hoping he’ll at least spare you the humiliation of having to clean his cum out from inside you.

“Tch, you think I give a shit about that? I’m gonna cum deep inside this pussy, ruin you for Kuroo and any man that’s sorry enough to want to fuck you.” He speaks low, muttering to himself but just loud enough for you to hear.

Despite the aching of your heart each time he speaks, you can feel your pussy begin to give as he fucks into you with abandon, his hips smacking loudly against yours. The sharp burning in your core slowly fades to pleasure as Tsukishima’s cock presses against that little spongy spot inside you that makes you cry out. You bite your lip so hard it bleeds to try to muffle the noise, but it’s no use. He heard you and it just gives him more reason to taunt you.

“Ah, I found it, did I?” the man asks as he hits the spot again and again, making you clench around him as the fluttering of your cunt tells him that you’re close to orgasm. “What a dumb slut you are, about to cream on my cock as I ravage your pussy.”

How utterly fucking humiliating. You’re going to cum on his cock and you didn’t even want this, not with him.

A particularly rough thrust into your g-spot sends electricity down your spine, down your body, and sends you careening over the edge, mouth open in a silent scream. Your sensitive cunt clamps down onto Tsukishima’s cock like a vice, but his ruthless pace doesn’t stop or slow as you shake and convulse underneath him.

It isn’t like any typical orgasm you’ve had, which are usually blissful and warm, flooding your body with pleasure that makes your limbs heavy and your head fuzzy. No, this is almost painful, as if your orgasm was ripped out of you by force.

All of your muscles contract as hard as they can and several seconds pass before they relax, your body shaking all the while. As it hits it feels as if a bucket of ice water was poured over your head, shocking and jarring, and you want to claw your way out of your own skin it's all so intense.

Once the last of the aftershocks leave you, you slump forward on the bed, boneless, chest heaving with every breath. You’re too exhausted to hold yourself up as Tsukishima keeps fucking into your overstimulated cunt, taking no regard for you or your body as he chases his own climax.

You’re whining, gasping, hands fisted into the sheets to try to keep yourself grounded as electricity shoots through you with each thrust.

“Too muuuch, ‘s too much,” you slur, but it only falls on deaf ears.

The blonde pulls almost all the way out before shoving himself back inside the tight, wet heat of your cunt, and pushing against your cervix so hard you think he’s trying to fuck that hole too. You’re so fuck drunk that your eyes cross and your tongue lolls out of your mouth, strings of drool staining the mattress.

“Hey,” he calls out, yanking your hair backwards so you’re arched back towards him. “Don’t pass out; I’m gonna cum soon, so tighten up.”

You’re barely conscious by the time his thrusts become sloppy and uncoordinated, his own peak just on the horizon. His grip on your flesh is bruising, no doubt leaving purple marks in the shape of his fingers. The pistoning of his hips gets even faster, lewd squelching noises filling the room.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum inside this slutty little pussy and you’re going to take it all,” Tsukishima groans, digging his long fingers into your hips as he fucks into you.

All you can do is whine and mewl as he buries himself to the hilt, cursing and groaning as he shoots thick, warm spurts of cum into your sore, quivering womb. He leans forward, resting his forehead on your sweaty back as he catches his breath.

Some time passes before he withdraws and you twitch and gasp, the barest stimulation too much for your abused cunt. You try to curl in on yourself to go to sleep, but Tsukishima grabs your ankle and drags your limp body toward the edge of the bed.

“You really think we’re done here? Not even close. I’m not stopping until I’ve soiled every single one of your filthy holes.”

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agent-cupcake · 3 years

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You know, you've written a lot of your thoughts/hcs/etc on how various characters would behave as yanderes and so on, but I've never seen you talk about yandere readers before and I feel like that's an interesting subject to consider? Especially for 3H - you have a treasure trove of damaged boys to attract obsessiveness from girls who are convinced they are the ONLY one for them and it's their duty to drive away competition/threats/anyone they want.

Okay it's time to be toxic. I’m not going to go for all the guys, just the ones who immediately came to mind.

Dimitri: I joke quite often that I would be yandere for Dimitri. It all started when I brought up killing the girl he danced with at the White Heron Ball and quite frankly it's only spiraled from there because doesn't the Savior King Dimitri deserve to be adored and worshipped? Doesn't he deserve someone who wants the best for him and only him? Doesn’t it only make sense for him to be with someone who understands his mental issues and is willing to offer him unconditional support and patience? Doesn't he need someone with unwavering loyalty who will do anything no matter what the cost for his sake? It'd be so easy too because he's super dependent, desperate for affection, and clueless so if you just nourish those traits and constantly downplay his discomfort/suspicion of you driving away anybody who you feel is a threat by saying that this is how relationships just are, that it's just because you love him so much, that you're just looking out for him, what's he gonna do? It's not like he'd have any solid basis for knowing how relationships are supposed to be. Besides if he gets too upset you can threaten to leave him just like his mother did, I'm sure that would work to get him back in your arms (where he belongs). Yeah, that’s a little fucked up but it would be so much worse for both of you in the long run if you were apart. Being too aggressive or overt about your obsession would definitely make Dimitri wise up so it'd be better to go with love bombing. This would be good because it really lets you prove your devotion to Dimitri and makes it easier for him to just laugh off and excuse your disturbingly possessive behavior. His friends would be potentially problematic, but they're not always around and Dimitri's private enough that he probably wouldn't volunteer information about you to them. If you told him that it made you very upset and uncomfortable when he was friendly with the girls from his class, he’d most likely stop for your sake. Bonus round, have his babies. What is he going to do, abandon the mother of his children? Dimitri?!? No way. Of course he wouldn’t do anything to risk breaking his family, but neither would you! After all, this is all because you know Dimitri better than anyone which means that only you can love him.

Sylvain: Sylvain being manipulative and cheating on you after you try and prove your love to him through conventional means causing you to snap and kill hurt the girls, throw his lies back in his face, and prove that you're the only girl for him by preying on his emotional trauma with women is really something to consider. Why try to resolve toxic situations with love, compassion, and open communication when you can use blood and abuse to keep him with you? Play the part, be snarky, witty, flirty, be super hot and cold to keep him intrigued, give him the best fuck he's ever had, really show him that you don't care about his Crest, you just want to love possess him. Maybe even do the whole "I don't care who you're with, we both know you belong to me" to really engage him in those super fun mind games. Make everyone else acknowledge that you're the perfect girl for him, get them all to vilify him for continuing to be such a womanizer and breaking your heart. But, like, why stop there? Encourage him to retaliate, to be mad at you. Tease him for being so disgusted and angry at you when all you want, all you've ever wanted, was for your hearts to beat as one and then later act confused because of course you wouldn’t make light of his feelings like that, that’s horrible. All you want, all you’ve ever wanted, was for him to acknowledge that your adoration for him is true. Really break him until he gives you the whole “I’ll let you chain me up so I never even look at another girl” schtick. This might seem awful, but so is he! Reform can be difficult and if he’s going to be happy, he has to be made to understand why his behavior was so bad and the consequences of it. Because it’s not like you’d act like this if you had any other choice, it’s not like you’d continue once the two of you were truly together, of course you wouldn’t treat him so cruelly once he vowed himself to you and only you. And, really, I think it’d be a lot easier once he understood that and you got to prove your love to him through raw, unadulterated affection. Spend every day adding onto the list of why you love your Sylvain.

Claude: Claude being more than aware of the ole' saying "don't stick your dick in crazy" and then doing it anyway because he has a proclivity for the fiery, forbidden, and oh-so temping call of danger would be the perfect set up for a very bad predicament. You��d have to play some mind games to really convince him that he’s the one seeking you out, he’s the one who’s got it bad, he’s the one who wants to have you. In other words, you’d have to give him a challenge. But, you know, if it’s a game, you’d have to play back because you’re doing this for him, because you love him, because you want him to realize that he loves you, too (Uno reverse Claude’s yandere behaviors, basically) so obviously you’d have to eliminate any obstacles and taking out anybody who could be a potential threat. Get him to open up about his dreams, his past, his feelings. As it goes with basically all of these affection-starved men, make him feel loved for who he is. You know, if you were really good, you could probably even get him to give up on everything else for your sake. I mean, I loathe the ending but he does that for Lysithea. Pull a Tangled on Claude and make him believe that you’re his new dream as he mostly certainly is yours.

Felix: Sweet Felix. So oblivious but so difficult. A man who would provide the ultimate and most dangerous yan rival of them all: the thrill of the fight. In a lot of ways, I think he’d be like Dimitri. Mostly just because he’s so dense when it comes to love of any kind. But he’s also not as emotionally desperate or dependent so you wouldn’t really be able to use that against him. The similarities come from Felix’s equal amount of inexperience with romance which opens up a lot of possibilities for you convincing him that certain behaviors are normal. You can even bring up how his cold emotional state (something I believe he’s insecure about) is what forces you to be so overbearing, how badly it hurts you. You don’t necessarily mean to be so cloying but you’re so afraid of losing someone else you love so much (another insecurity of his). After all, there is nobody in the entire world who is like him, Felix Hugo Fraldarius, (three for three with his insecurities) and how irreplaceable and precious he is to you. These examples are kind of “soft” when it comes to using his insecurities against him, but you could go further with them assuming you were sure that it wouldn’t drive him away. Not knowing and having to work on assumption would always be a pretty big reason to control yourself in how you went about manipulating him because Felix is stubborn and prideful and pushing him too far would only hurt the both of you. It’s actually kind of funny because as opposed to the traditional yan mindset, it would be in your best interest to get Felix to form relationship bonds with others (but definitely not any of the girls he’s so popular with) because that would be a bargaining chip when convincing him to stay with you.

Ferdinand von Aegir: Ferdinand is, honestly, so easy for this. Like, I feel as if I don’t even need to talk about the details. You show him some affection and he’s yours. Bury him in love and praise. Tell him that it makes you unhappy when he talks to other girls or prioritizes his work over you and then reward him with boundless warmth and devotion because of course he would bend over backwards to make you happy. He just wants to be needed and treasured, to love and be loved. He’s already got the poetry and the ring and of course he wouldn’t mind getting married right away it’s true love, why would you wait?

Yuri: Yuribird is the forbidden darling. You’d need to be running on 100% love because he’d sniff out and ditch you at even the smallest whiff of deliberate obsession. But you know what he wants? More-so than the other guys, in some ways. He wants to be known and loved for who he is. In the face of genuine affection, he doesn’t stand a chance. Still, you’d have to be measured about this stuff. If you were jealous and got rid of your rivals yourself, Yuri would be disgusted and leave you. And you can’t hide that sort of thing from him, either. You’d have to go all in on the manipulation but only in the most honest way possible, that’s the only way past his defenses. Get him to prioritize your feelings first so he feels guilty talking to people or acting in ways that upset you. Reward him for putting you above everyone else. Constantly remind him that you’re the only one who knows and understands him, who loves him for who he is. Get him so emotionally fucked that even if his big brain logic is telling him that you’re toxic and horrible, he can’t stand the thought of being without you. He’d give up crime, it’s not like he even particularly likes it. Set up the perfect life for him, something domestic and sweet and warm, something he’s never had worries he doesn’t deserve, something that keeps him away from others. The goddess only knows how much he deserves a happy dream for once, and you’re the only one who can understand and provide that for him.

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sweetstarling · 3 years

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Leona x Reader - Wild Heart

Hello lovelies, I’m bringing today some Headcanons, “Leonas reaction upon seeing some else flirting with you”. I hope you enjoy!

Warning: Yandere

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~𝕯𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝕷𝖊 𝖂𝖊 𝕲𝖔~

🥀Phasing him at first glance is difficult, the idea of someone else risking their life by making a move with you just doesn’t sit right with him.

🥀It’ll most likely won’t be a Savanaclaw student, they’re weary of trying to take what’s not theirs especially not their kings. It could be a Diasomnia student just trying to get on his nerves or a clueless heartslabyul first year, whoever it is they better be prepared.

🥀They can consider themselves unfortunate for him to be awake at such a time, his emerald eyes throwing a glare. Leona’s not dumb, far from it, he observes constantly taking in all of his preys details and motives.

🥀A single thought may cross his mind, why should he bother with a lowly herbivore when he can get someone like Ruggie to deal with him? But, sometimes revenge is best served cold.

🥀one hand clasping round your wrist bringing you close to him and another using his special magic in the poor student, letting the pain engulf them as Leona bends his magic to his will.

🥀Silent screams are drowned out by the others around, Leona won’t completely kill him, no. He’ll stop when it’s deemed enough, letting go of the student and letting his dehydrated state to suffer further on its own.

...................𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖋𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖇𝖞 𝖒𝖞 𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊..................

Some days felt much warmer in Savanaclaw, the glowing sun radiating its heat onto the students causing some to drag their breath and latching on to the coolness of water. A figure lay back faced to a tree, the companionship of his faithful underclassman sitting near by; shade caressing the both of them as green glowing eyes glowering towards the student approaching you.

Ears peeking up and a scowl slowly appearing on his face, annoyance embraced him as he realised the person wasn’t from his territory,eyes flicking back and forth awaiting a chance to approach. Slow counting entered his head as you seemed to take too long to leave. One, two. The first year made eye contact with him before slinging his arm around your shoulders. Three, four. His patience ran thin.

Taking what’s mine, is wrong

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return-of-a-space-cowboy · 4 years

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Picture perfect (yandere Prompto Argentum x female reader)

a chapter i wrote awhile back

warning stalking

It was raining outside. Unlike most of the 11 year olds Prompto was by himself. He honesty didn't mind being alone, it gave him time to look over all the photos he had taken that day but he wished that for once someone would strike up a conversation with him and not judge him by his weight. "Hey fatty, we're talking to you!" a voice yelled out. Prompto looked up to see two of his peers standing near his desk. "Want me to get you another chair, the one you're sitting on looks like it's about to collapse" one of them said rudely. "Valentine's days coming up, I guess you're gonna steal everyone else's chocolates since no one's gonna give you any" the other said before snickering. Prompto didn't response, he only knew it was going to add fuel to the fire. "Hey, stop ignoring us!" The two yelled in Union. A young girl with (h/c) walked over to the duo and slapped them in the back of the head. "Why don't you two can it!" She said. "Owww... (Y/n), that hurt" they whined before running off. "Prompto don't listen to them, they're just a bunch jerks" she said. Prompto looked at her in surprise. "Um... You didn't have to do that, they probably ran off and told a teacher about that" he said shyly. "I don't care they deserved it, I would do it again anyway" she said sitting at the desk next to him. She looked at the camera on his table. "Oh wow you have a camera, that's so cool!" She yelled in excitement, her eyes lighting up in curiosity. "Ye... yeah" he replied. "Can I see some of your photos please" "Sure, just please be careful" he said while handing her the camera. She slowly scrolled through all the images, taking in every little detail. "Wow these are amazing" she said while handing him back the camera. "Thanks, I've actually never shown anyone else my photos" he replied. "Well I'm glad to be the first and I noticed that you don't have any photo's with people in them" she said. "Well it's just that I've been to shy to ask people..." He mumbled while lightly blushing. "Well... I'll be your model!" She said with a big smile on her face. "What!!" He yelled in shock. "If you want to take a photo of me you can" she said. He held his camera up. "S...smile" he said his face decorated with a light blush. She gave a large grin as he pressed the button.

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It was the first year of high school and all the studying in middle school had gotten Prompto into a decent high school. The last bell of the day rung signaling that school was finished and that the club gatherings would begin.

He started walking through the crowd to the photography room. He started walking down the stairs before someone shoved past him, causing him to bump into someone, he quickly grabbed onto them to stop them from falling down the stairs. "I'm sorry" a feminine and slightly familiar voice said. He let go of the person, a girl around his age with (h/c) hair and (e/c). "No I'm sorry, it was my fault" he replied. She looked at him for a few seconds then started to look around in a panicking manner. "Have you lost something?" He asked. "Yes, my textbook " she said while looking around. He too started looking around. He turned around and found the Textbook just a few steps away from him he picked the Textbook up. He looked at the name printed on it (y/n) (l/n), the name of his grade school friend. "(Y/N)!! Is that you!" He yelled out in shock. She turned to him and looked at the label on his camera. "Prompto! It's been so long since I last saw you" she replied "Wow you've changed!!" The two of them yelled in union. Silence filled area not so after as they both stared at one another.

Prompto couldn't help but admire the way she had grown. Her hair was styled in a way that framed her face perfectly, her body had feminine curves but her eyes still gleamed like when they were kids. At the same time she had admired how much he had changed. His body was tall and lean and his masculine features were prominent.

"Your still into photography Prompto, that's good to see" she said while giving him a grin. "Yes, and what have you been doing with your life over these years?" He asked. "I've been doing creative literature" she replied while checking the time. "We should probably head to our clubs now, hope to see you again soon Prompto" she said, running off.

As she left he felt numbness overtake him. He couldn't understand how her appearance could mess with his emotions. Why did he feel so incomplete without her in his presence, as if she had stolen a piece of him and taken it with her. He just couldn't understand what he was feeling.

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Prompto finally arrived home. He threw his bag down on the bed and took off his school jacket. He looked at the clock, 6:30. Enough time to heat up some leftovers, clean himself up and hit the books, maybe if he was lucky he would have some time to spare.

After eating dinner and having a shower he sat down and grabbed his bag and placed it on the floor next to his desk, he started taking things out when he saw a book. Thin line the book he had to read for his English class. Didn't understand why the teacher decided not to give the class background context on the book like he usually does, something about wanting everyone to make their own meaning of it. He opened up the book and decided to get it out of the way as soon as possible.

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You and I are meant to be together. You make me feel complete. You are perfect in my eyes. I could say it a million times, yet it still wouldn't be enough.

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As he read through the book he realised that the words on the pages matched up with the feelings he had ever since grade school. Now he knew what those feelings were, he was in love.

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I watch you from afar. As stunning as always. Every moment is priceless.

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Prompto watched (y/n) walking home, taking a photo every once and a while. Her hair flowing in the light breeze, the moonlight glowing off her skin. Just perfect, no amount of Photoshop work could replicate her beauty. He loved every part of her, from head to toe.

He displayed each one on his walls or place them in his wallet just so he can always see her.

He laid on his bed staring at the wall opposite of him, covered in photos. all of them were of his dear (y/n).

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He walked down the stairs to the cafeteria, he walked in to see Noctis waving at him. With no hesitation Prompto sat down next to him. "Hey, how was last period?" Noctis said. "Fine I guess, I was maths so it was really boring" Prompto sighed. "All the guys are talking about white day already, would you believe that" Noctis sighed. "You've never liked the attention, have you?" Prompto asked. "Not really, all the girls get super competitive and considering that I want to ask a girl out this year..." Noctis said before getting cut off by his friend. "Wait, who is it!!!" Prompto nearly yelled out. "Will you calm down, I don't want anyone to hear about that" Noctis hushed "Who is it?" Prompto whispered while poking him. "It's (y/n), to be honest I've had a crush on her since grade school" he said while lightly blushing. Prompto couldn't help but feel his blood boil at his best friend's words. He thought he could win her over with his royalty and wealth, if he had all that he would be spoiling her in the fineness luxuries the world had to offer, give her whatever she wanted.

He had the urge to punch him, which confused him. why would he want to hurt his best friend over a couple of words. He pretended that it was nothing and continued talking to his best friend but deep inside envy was coursing through his veins.

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For the rest of the day he had been in a foul mood. The final bell of the day signaled the students to leave. He got to his locker and took out his bag and shoes before leaving. He walked out of the school grounds before taking a hoodie out of his bag and putting it on and pulling the hood up to counsel his face. This had become a daily routine for him now, watching (y/n) walk home. Most would call it stalking but he didn't see it that way. It was a long trip at such a late time. I was dangerous for a frail girl like her. He wanted to make sure she returned safe and he couldn't help but take photos of her. She was the perfect subject, the perfect model.

For the whole trip he could tell she was on edge. She keep looking around or going into shops. At one stage she saw the hooded figure stalking her and she panicked and ran out of his sight.

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The next day at school she had been paranoid, Prompto could tell by how she acted. Maybe he should have hid better. The poor girl looked like a lamb that had been separated from the herd.

The lunch bell rung and everybody left class, rushing to the cafeteria. Prompto walked amongst all the others before being stopped by a hand tugging on his sleeve, he turned behind and saw his beautiful, angelic (y/n). "Oh (y/n), what's wrong you've been acting strange today" he said trying to sound clueless. She looked up at him before replying. "Some creepy guy has been stalking me lately and..." She mumbled. "Do you want me to walk you home?" He asked patting her head, her hair was so soft he just wanted to nuzzle into it. "Yes thank you, I'm just afraid that..." She thanked. "I'll make sure that nothing happens to you" he hugged her in his arms, he just wished he could hug her forever.

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Walking (y/n) home was a honor to him, not having to hid in the shadows and act secretive but being around her made his heart beat like crazy and his whole body warm but like all good things it had to end.

"Thank you Prompto for walking me home, I really appreciate it" she said to him as she unlocked the door. "I don't mind, honestly I enjoyed this time we had together, I actually wouldn't mind doing this more often, gives us time to catch up" he said while placing a hand on her shoulder. She turned around and wrapped her hands around him. "Bye Prompto" she said while hugging him. He couldn't help but sigh, her embrace was so warm and welcoming. "Hey (Y/N)" he murmured "Yes" she said. "I was wandering if you could help me with a project I have in photography..." He shyly asked. "Of course! It'll be just like old times!!" She squealed while hugging the oxygen out of him. After what seemed like forever she had finally let go. "Tell me the details tomorrow, OK" "OK" "Good bye, see ya tomorrow" she said as she walked in. "Good bye" he mumbled to her before closing the door.

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(Y/N) was waiting outside of Prompto's house waiting for him to come back so that they could start the photoshoot. "I wonder if he still keeps the spare key under the mat" she said as she knelt down and shifted the mat, it was. She put the key in the lock and twisted it until it clicked, she opened the door and entered the house. The house was nearly pitch black, all of the blinds were closed and a light musky smell clung to her nose give her a strange and unwelcoming feeling.

'I should go to the bathroom and get my make up done' she thought as she walked up the staircase. She opened one of the doors slightly, what she believed to be Prompto's bedroom. 'I'll just leave my bags in her' the (h/c) haired girl thought as she walked in and saw the most horrifying sight.

The room was littered in photographs of her, most she never knew were taken. She gasped, Prompto was the stalker all along! Before she could make Take another step a pistol was pointed at her. She looked at the weilder, her familiar blonde haired friend with a horrified expression on his face. "You! You were the one who was stalking me all along!" She yelled at him, he still held his pistol to her. "(Y/n)... I wasn't ready to tell you-" he shuttered. "You! I don't want to see you anymore!" She screamed at him. Prompto felt something in his brain beginning to crack. "But-" "No buts, I don't want to see you even remotely near me, if you even so much as get close to me I'm gonna file a restraining order!" She screamed over him as she tried to get past him, but it failed. He just stood there, as still as a statue while his mind began to wonder into a dark inky abyss. A smile began to appear on his face. "Tell me that you love me" he said while giving her a sickeningly sweet smile. "What if I say no?" She replied. He cocked the gun, readying to take a shot.

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