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My Little Ember - Enji Todoroki

Platonic!Yandere!Enji Todoroki

A/N: Okay, I’m late. I missed a lot of due dates. This isn’t even beta read. I’m sorry. I am so sorry. But here it is anyway!

This is Yandere content, and as such, one should be cautious of viewing this if you have certain triggers.

“Wake up, my little ember~ Did you have a good rest?”

 You blink your eyes open and look around. You are in “your” bedroom, a cruelly comforting place. A room in Enji’s giant mansion, covered in pastels and various kid-friendly entertainment. The nicest cage money could buy. 

 Enji’s hand rests on your shoulder. A warm presence on this otherwise cold day. Your eyes flicker up at the cyan ones looking compassionately down.

 “Uhh, yeah, it was fine, Enji…”

 Enji sighs and rubs his hand against your shoulder. 

 “I told you, kid, call me dad.”

 “But-”

 Enji raises a warm finger to your lips.

 “Come now, enough of that. I’ve let you sleep in long enough; it is already 7:30 am. I have been cooking breakfast in the kitchen for you.”

 You look away dejectedly.

 “I’m not hungry.” 

 “Hush, you need your breakfast if you want to grow big and strong like your old man!” 

 He promptly lifts you out of bed with just one arm, shoving you over his shoulder. You don’t fight back, instead just lying there, looking at the upside-down room. 

 Humming a tune, he carries you out of your bedroom, and into the empty mansion that you both share—pristine white walls and furniture, broken up with the odd child-proofed edge or photo-frame. 

 He abducted you four months ago and ever since seemed to be treating you as his child. Everyone who saw Endeavor knew he probably didn’t have a stellar home life, but this was absurd. 

 He walks down the stairs to the first floor, walking through a massive living room.

 “Enj-uhhh, dad?”

 Enji hummed with delight as he kept walking, you swaying up and down on his shoulder, getting slightly dizzy.

 “Yes, my little ember?”

 “Do you think I-uhh, we, could go outside today?”

 Enji stops in his tracks, his grip on you tightening and warming. Not noticeably, but enough. 

 “...Ember, I am not too sure if that is a wise decision.”

 Of course. It hadn’t worked the other 50 times you asked, why would it work now?! Why was it so hard for you to find ANY time away his watchful eye.

 “What a fucking surprise…”

 “Hey!”

 He pulls your now shaking form off his shoulder. One hand around your waist, one around your head as he brings you in front of him, hovering off the floor. His eyes are thin, a scowl on his face. You feel his hot breath coming from his nostrils. You have never been more scared in your life of this man.

 “Do not use that foul language, Y/N Todoroki. I will not tolerate it. Do not make me discipline you.”

 “I-uhhh, sorry…” you stammer out, avoiding his gaze. 

 His hand moves your head and forces your eyes to meet his disappointed ones.

 “I have raised you better than that, haven’t I? Apologise properly.”

 “Uhhh,,,Sorry, Father, that I, behaved inappropriately…” you say, staring into eyes that only villains are privy to.

 His face warms and he pulls you in for a hug. 

 “Apology accepted!”

 He places you down on the floor, but keeps your hand in a vice-like grip.

 “Now! We can’t leave those pancakes waiting, can we?”

 Enji  pulls you along, almost causing you to fall over a few times to keep up with his faster gait. He walks into the kitchen,and the smell of pancakes fill the air. He places you down on a seat, grabbing a plate and putting some pancakes on it, before serving it to you. You detectedly pick at the pancakes, staring out the window. It’s an overcast and cloudy day, might rain later. Enji seemingly notices this. 

 “Feeling melancholy, oh sorry, I meant, are you feeling sad??” He pries, softly bumping you with his elbow to get you to pay attention to him.

 “You kidna-” You got to interject, but get interrupted. 

 “I have something that might cheer you up! Look at this, my little ember!”

 Enji reaches over to grab the wet batter, he pours a bit into one of his cupped hands, and after putting down the container, presses his other hand over it. After a few seconds, he pulls apart his hand to reveal a potato-shaped pancake with imprints of his hands on it, perfectly cooked. 

 You fail to look impressed, to which Enji sighs. 

 “You will find it more interesting when you have your own quirk, I bet!”

 “...You realise I’m quirkless right?” You’ve been quirkless forever, you weren’t thrilled about it, but you made do, or you did, before this deranged hero kidnapped you.

 “Do not worry, my sweet little cinder. You are just a late bloomer. Your powers will come in soon, I guarantee it! You are a todoroki! It is in your very nature!”

 “But I-”

 “You might even get a fire quirk like your old man! Imagine how much I could impart to you! Are you not excited?!”

 “No, not rea-”

 “You will go to UA of course, but that might be putting the cart before the horse, champ. We should think about primary school before that...”

 Wait, what? Ignoring the fact that he’s trying to enrol you in primary school, this would mean you’d get out of the house, and presumably, to a teacher, who’d figure out you’re not a kid, and are in fact, being held against your will. 

 “I’d love to go to school Dad!” you cry enthuasatically, desperate to get out of the house.

 “Ha! You’re certainly eager!” He saddles up beside you and pulls you into his side, tussling your hair. 

 “Although...School seems a bit dangerous, looking at UA and what happened with sho- maybe instead, we could try a different approach, my little ember.”

 “But I’d really like to meet oth-” You need to force this issue, you can’t let him shut this issue down like this. This is your one chance to get outside the house.

 “Hmmm! How about instead, you use packet learning for general education, and well, we will cross the hero bridge when we get to it. Heh, maybe I could teach you about being a hero and intern you myself if you try to get your hero license! Would that not be fun, your old man teaching you how to be a hero?”

 He presses you into his side more, face pushed against his pecs, preventing you from speaking. It’s meant as a sort of hug, it mainly just hurts quite a bit. 

 “Just know I love you no matter what the outcome is, okay? Powers or no powers. Hero or no hero. You’ll always be my little ember!”

 Despite your flails and protests, Enji carries you to the couch, sitting you down next to the TV. The sun has risen fully, becoming mid-morning. 

 “Alright, kiddo. Want to watch some cartoons? How about that backyard science one? We could try to replicate, er, repeat,  the experiment later?”

 “Could I-er, we, watch that detective movie? I saw an ad for it, it looked interesting?” The issue is gone now, he will only deflect any questions, you’ve tried MANY times to get that to work. Might as well get SOME enjoyment out of this day. 

 “Hmpfh, you saw an advertisment for that movie? I need to monitor what you watch more often, that is much too dark for a young mind like you! Let me put on that science show…” 

 Enji goes to grab the remote, but you slap it out of his hand.

 “Stop this! Stop pretending that I’m your child! Stop trying to coddle me!“

 Enji goes to touch your shoulder, concern plastered over his face, hiding something sinister. 

 “Don’t fucking touch me you creep! Everyone knows you fucked up your first chance at a good family life, and this isn’t a fucking do over, you abusive, coddling, tormentor!” 

 Enji sighs.

 “And I was having such a nice morning too.” 

 Enji’s face grows dark as he stands up from the couch, before turning around and bending down to your level. Fast hands pinning your shoulders to your side, keeping you in place as an intimidating and vilanous look takes over his face. 

 “I will give you 5 seconds to apologise, and just maybe, I, your FATHER, can find it in my heart to lessen the SEVERE punishment you are getting, kid.”

 “1”

 “I’m sorry! Please! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” 

 Enji’s face contorts into a smug smirk as confusion takes over yours.

 “2”

 “W-What? But-I’m sorry! Please listen to me!”

 You thrash useleslly against the hands holding you in place, desperate to try and escape his gaze. Reduced to a whimpering and crying mess as you think of the ‘discipline’ your father will inflict.

 “3”

 “Please! I said I’m sorry! What more do you want from me?!”

 You’re on the edge of hyper ventilating as Enji stares you down. His hands are warming up, grip tightening, only causing your thrashing to become even stronger. Your attempts to break free don’t even budge him an inch.

 “4...Do not make me count to 5...”

 “Please! Enj-Father! I’m sorry! I’ll do whatever you want! I’ll eat those pancakes! I’ll play along! Please, don’t hurt me!”

 Enji’s smug smile and piercing eyes will haunt your dreams.

 “...5. I thought I had raised you better than that, my little cinder. Oh well, time to-”

 Lightning and thunder interrupts the countdown, an ear-splitting crack emanating from outside the sealed house. Enji jumps to cover you, as you yelp, the already anxiety inducing conversation ruining your nerves so much a lightning strike scares you. Immediately, Enji’s menacing demeanor melted away. 

 “Oh, I thought it was a villi- nevermind.”

 Enji looks down at you. Your form is shaking, tears spilling out of your eyes. Looking both catatonic and extremely wound up, as you fail to comprehend your surroundings, simply mumbling to yourself about punishment and forgiveness.

“S-Sorry. Forgive. Forgive m-me.I-I-”

 “Do you see, my little ember? The threat of punishment WAS the punishment.

 His hands pulled you into his broad chest, shushing you and rubbing warming hands up and down your back. You keep on crying, your turbulent emotions entirely out of control, not knowing how to react. You feel like your sanity is so fragile, anything will break it. You simply focus on a spot upon the wall, and nothing else. 

 “It is okay, ember. It is just thunder. I will protect you.”

 “...not scared of thunder...” you mumble. He chooses to cocoon you further with his massive body, noticeably warming himself up to protect you from the potential cold.

 “You do not need to lie, little one. I am not expecting you to be perfect, okay?”

 He pauses, mulling over his next words. 

 “I am only expecting perfection from me.”

#implexedactions #enji todoroki #yandere #yandere bnha #bnha #boku no hero academia #reader insert #platonic yandere #Long Fic #ImplexedWriting

[gone-daddy-gone]

Oooh, for the love language asks, could you do Enji Todoroki? with a GN reader if applicable. Totally fine if you can't do either tho!

hello i am personally not comfortable doing him as an abuse survivor! i lewd sexual abuse to deal with my own trauma but enji hits too close to home. hope you understand!

#asks #implexedactions

[drxwsyni]

No, I think sheer is right. Huddling under a blanket does sound like code for cock-warming.

implexed, baby, light of my life, i am going to have to disagree with you once again. how someone could take something so innocent as enjoying the comfort of a soft blanket and turn it into cockwarming is beyond me, you horny bastard.

#day 32479 of disagreeing with implexed #we are two very different people it seems #i still love you though #<3 #implexedactions #drxwsyni asks

[shorkbrian]

Mommy please

My and @seijoh and @confessions-of-a-yandere-freak and @implexedactions were thirsting and I have so many thots to think about KIRISHIMA always and forever I 🥵

This was supposed to be a short thirst but it’s half thirst half drabble im sorry I couldn’t help myself Kirishima’s just too hot to contain.

(NSFW/mommy kink/noncon)

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Big beefy Kiri is so sweet, so kind and polite and the perfect gentleman. Always offers to take you on dates, showers you with flowers and gifts, tries to hold your hand and kiss your knuckles every chance he gets.

Even if you don’t want him to.

He never gives you a chance to tell him no, to ask him to stop, to push him away. Kirishima shows up at your apartment with roses clutched in his hands, a bright smile on his face as soon as you open the door.

You can’t get the words out to ask him to leave, cause he’s crashing into you, shoving the roses into your hands as he kisses you, mouth hot and wet.

Pushes you around, manhandles you like you’re nothing. By the time he lets you break away from the kiss, his hand is down your shorts, knuckles brushing softly over your panties, pressed up against your clit.

You wanna tell him no, tell him to stop and go home and leave you alone, but then he’s kissing you again, sharp teeth nipping at your lip until you open your mouth to let him explore inside, his technique messy but enthusiastic. 

Kirishima is so strong, it’s easy for him to lift you into his arms, asking you sweetly to wrap your legs around his waist while he slowly grinds his clothed bulge in-between your legs, making you gasp at the pang of pleasure that shoots through your stomach on each grind.

And then his mouth is on yours again, and he's stumbling towards your bedroom. The man pauses occasionally to shove your back against a wall to steady you so he can hump against your pussy, both of your clothes beginning to spot with precum and wetness.

There isn’t time to tell him no, his presence is so overwhelming and it’s so hard to catch a breath with him attacking you so lustfully with his lips and hands.

By the time you reach the bedroom, your scrabbling at his arms, half wanting to be let go, half wanting for him to pull you closer.

You know this isn’t right, what he’s doing isn’t right - it never is, hasn’t been from the beginning. There’s no consent on your part, and Kirishima doesn’t care to ask.

His polite and gentlemanly exterior crumbles around you, burned to ashes by lust and desperation. Instead he turns into a demon, grabbing and humping and taking whatever he wants. Problem is, he doesn’t ask if you want it too.

Never gives into your timid requests for him to leave, always brushes it off as you being shy or embarrassed. At least, that’s what you hope. You can’t bear the thought of Kirishima purposefully fucking you knowing that you don’t want him too.

(He knows, and it hurts his heart. But why would he ever stop fucking you when it makes the both of you almost pass out from the pleasure?)

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“Let me eat you out mommy, please?”

“Kiri I don’t-”

“Don’t be shy, I love you so much. It’ll feel so good, I’ll be so good for you. Please, please let me lick your perfect little pussy.”

He’s already stripping off your shorts, your hands doing nothing to stop him. Kirishima loves sitting you on the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees and throwing your legs over his shoulders before going down on you. 

The man goes on and on about how pretty you are, how sweet you taste, ignoring whispering “stop, please don’t”.

Kirishima does what he wants, and he only wants you.

When he starts licking broad stripes up your cunt, you can’t do anything but shudder and clutch at his hair, try to pull him away, push him back. It feels good, but you don’t want it to.

Kiri always stops when you pull his hair, looking up at you with glittering red eyes as he lips his lips, savoring your taste.  “Oh, sorry mommy, I forgot to put up my hair. Know you like to pull on it when you get too sensitive.”

And it’s tantalizing, watching his muscles flex underneath his shirt while he pulls his long hair into a ponytail before diving back between your legs. You try to clamp them shut, but he just laughs and easily wrenches them open, tells you not to hide from him, let him see your beautiful little body and make you cum until you’re shaking.

He does exactly that, holding onto one of your legs over his shoulder with one hand, the other kneading his cock through his sweats as he excitedly eats you out, licking and slurping and spitting onto your cunt. You’re usually crying at this point, begging him to stop and go home, leave you alone, you don’t want this, but Kiri never listens.

He does like the sound of your begging.

Kirishima makes sure you cum more than once, messily dragging his tongue over your thighs, lapping at your cum like he’s had nothing to drink for a week, a man with an unquenchable thirst. There’s all sorts of sounds, from his feral, unconscious groaning and growling to the slick, squelchy sound of him mouthing feverishly at your clit.

When he finally pulls back, panting and groaning with need, he blinks up at you, a wide smile dancing across his face.

“Thank you mommy, what a treat. You always taste so nice, wish you would let me spend all day in between your thighs. Thank you so much for letting me eat you out, you’re so good to me.”

The way he says it makes you blush - almost as if you had made him beg to eat you out, as if you had wanted him to do so.

You had begged for him to stop.

It’s not like he ever listens.

And then he’s standing up, shucking off his sweats and shirt before grabbing at your own shirt, pulling it off you before you can resist his big hands. You push yourself towards the other side of the bed, legs feeling like jelly from your previous orgasms, and you don’t get far before Kirishima’s dragging you back towards him.

“Don’t worry, I always make you feel good. I would never hurt my sweet girl. I just wanna feel you mommy, see how hard you made me?”

His cock is bobbing against his belly as he moves, precum slicking the length, smearing against his dark happy trail. He’s got a big dick. You always hate this next part.

Kiri likes to manhandle you while he fucks you, likes to feel how little you are compared to how giant he is. Sometimes he’ll pick you up, hold you in the air and bounce you on his cock while he watches your face, occasionally leaning to kiss and mouth at your neck.

Other times he’ll turn you away from him, push you into the bathroom before picking you up into a full-nelson, right in front of the mirror. In that position, both of you can see how his thick cock enters you, how blotchy your face gets with tears, how you’re almost hyperventilating from the stress and trauma of being violated. Kirishima always looks flushed behind you, knitting his brows together while he chases his pleasure, cooing at his “mommy” and how amazing you are.

When he’s feeling particularly playful, he’ll throw you on the bed, lift you into positions where he has full access to your body, play between sticking his cock in your pussy or tracing it around your mouth. He’ll flick his finger over your clit, mush down the little nub with his thick, calloused thumb and torture it until you’re a sobbing mess, crying and begging and pleading for him to stop, or let you cum - you’d take either at this point.

Today he’s feeling gentle, loving; he wants to spoil his mommy and make you feel amazing, 

So Kiri lays down on his back, pulls you over him and spends a few minutes just grinding his cock against you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, pausing to whine and whimper at the delicious friction of your skin against his cock. He wants to cum, but he wants to make his mommy feel good first.

When the big man does lift you onto his cock, it’s hard for him to start out slow. He always tries to give one hundred percent, can’t hold himself back when he sinks into your tight heat.

You’re laying against him, head buried into the juncture between his neck and shoulder as you cry. But Kiri wants to see. So he pushes you up, holds you upright with his big meaty palms before he plants his feet on the bed and fucks into you so fast you almost scream.

Kirishima pounds into you so quickly on his lap that your tits are bouncing, and he’s addicted to the way the flesh moves before his eyes. He loves you, body, mind, soul - everything about you is perfect to him. He wants to be with you, wants to watch you and feel you and fuck you until he dies.

He makes you come again, slamming into your g-spot again and again until you’re clenching around him, bawling your eyes out as pleasure overtakes you. You don’t want this, it isn’t right, he’s a bad man.

Your clenched pussy drives him too close to the edge, and Kirishima is crying out, chanting, begging you to let him cum. 

As if you were in control.

The man isn’t necessarily expecting a response, lost in the fantasy of his beautiful little mommy ordering him to come in her little pink pussy, to clean her up afterwards while she grinds her foot against his softening cock while he licks his cum out of her.

It’s that thought that has him spilling inside you, choking up at the sensation of your warm walls milking out his cum.

You feel so good, he loves you so much.

He knows you don’t love him back, knows you hate what he’s doing to you, hate the pleasure he forces from your body.

But Kirishima can pretend you don’t.

He’ll teach you to love him.

#yandere #yandere thoughts #yandere imagines #yandere kirishima eijirou #yandere kirishima eijiro #yandere kirishima #kirishima #kirishima x y/n #Kirishima Eijirou #kirishima thirst #bnha kirishima #tw noncon #what is this #mommy

[utakoi]

!! 18+ ONLY !! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

Warnings: mentions of abduction, yandere themes

Death - Would this yandere ever kill their darling? If not, would this yandere “kill” undesirable traits of their darling?

Whether it be during his pre-redemption arc or post-redemption arc, I don’t think Enji would ever purposefully kill his darling. His darling would still be an innocent civilian, so I doubt Enji’s hero instincts and morals would allow him to stoop so low.

Pre-redemption arc Enji isn’t above “killing” undesirable traits, however. I mean, we all saw how he treated his family during his pursuit of number 1; Enji will absolutely train you to be his ideal darling. I think he still has a sort of love or attraction towards you just being you, but… well… you can be better.

For example, I can imagine him training you like hell to fit his daily routine. He wants you to wake up early and make him breakfast, give him a goodbye kiss before he goes to work, clean the house while he’s gone, and so on and forth.

Now let’s say you make a mistake. Maybe the food you made was a tad bit salty or perhaps you missed a spot while cleaning the floors… No matter how miniscule the mistake is, you’ll be punished terribly. Sometimes, the sheer humiliation his punishments cause may even be less appealing than the raw pain they inflict. Your throat will be dry and scratchy from screaming or begging for him to stop by the end of it.

Oh, and don’t expect him to take mercy on you afterwards. You’ll still have to perfectly commit to the daily routine he taught you, even if you have to crawl to do your house spouse duties.

The Hierophant - Could this darling’s yandere fool them easily? Or be manipulated by them?

Nope. Though Hawks would think otherwise (lol), Enji’s pretty sharp. It would take a long time for him to actually believe your act, likely years down the line.

I think this is even more applicable to post-redemption Enji. He constantly wonders if he’s deserving of your love after the shit he’s done to both his family and you, so he’ll be all the more hesitant in trusting your affections, especially if it’s only a few weeks into your captivity. If you can manage to keep up your lovey-dovey facade for a few years, then you have a chance of fooling him; that is, if you haven’t already fallen into the clutches of stockholm syndrome.

Wheel of Fortune - Would this yandere’s behavior stay the same over time? If not, why do they remain the same?

Since he literally has an entire arc dedicated to him realizing how much shit he put his family through and trying to reconnect with them, the answer to this question has to be a hard no. Going from pre-redemption Enji to post-redemption Enji would throw you for a goddamn loop. This is more explored in a fic I mentioned working on, Little by Little, but Enji basically goes from an asshole who trains his darling until they're "perfect" to a reformed man who sincerely wants to reverse the damage he’s done. He tries to be a lot more empathetic and does his damn best to show his remorse through his actions rather than just his words.

I guess something that wouldn’t change is his refusal to let you go. It might be because he thinks you can no longer survive in society, or perhaps he's desperate for a form of companionship after he fucked up his relationship with his own family… or maybe he actually loves you. Well, the reason isn’t really important anyway; no matter what, you’ll be by his side and he'll be by yours.

The Moon - Is this yandere sensitive to what their darling says or does? If not, why don’t they care?

Pre-redemption Enji doesn’t care. He doesn't value you much, which in turn means that he doesn't really care about what you say. You can call him a bastard or whatever, but he doesn’t really take it to heart or listen. If you do say something that upsets him or what he deems as "misbehavior", he’ll just punish you until he’s sure that you’ve learned your lesson.

Post-redemption Enji is on the opposite scale of pre-redemption Enji. If anything, he’s hyper-sensitive. You’ll probably be really uncomfortable because of how focused his gaze is on you whenever you’re in the same room together. He’s really just wanting to find any signs of you being less afraid of him, but it doesn’t really help when you interpret the actions as him glaring daggers at you. Your insults also cut really deep. They’ll make him think about whether or not he’s actually changed for the better. If you seem to accept him and recognize his change, he'll be happy, but he won't bask in it for long since he'll still have the nagging voice of self-doubt in his head.

Tarot Ask Game (Sorry for replying to your ask late! @implexedactions)

#yandere bnha #yandere mha #enji todoroki x reader #todoroki enji x reader #endeavor x reader #tarot ask game

[i-cant-sing]

do you know any blogs ( like yours). I keep going to you’re master list to re-read it^ - ^

Idk if they're similar to mine, but they're my favourite blogs, so I'll list them:

@weebsinstash words cannot express how much I love their Erasermic stuff. Its literally top notch quality and the great thing about it is that you can read it over and over again and still not get tired of it.

@yanderemommabean I think one of the earliest blogs that got me into yanderes. Personally, I love her OCs so much. Also, I heard she just got into Haikyuu so 👀

@yandere-daydreams great blog. Every single post they make is amazing. They also made me hate yandere Deku. (Also, their masterlists are LONG, so it'll keep you busy for a while)

@yanderenightmare they made me fall in love with yandere Deku.

@seiyasabi big fan of their Endeavour works.

@writerbyaccident also a great blog. They post a lot of different fandoms and they're really good.

@yanderexbabydoll yan Haikyuu boys *dreamily sighs* they're amazing. Especially, Kuroo and Bokuto.

@the-grimm-writer amazing content, love their yandere dabi content

@implexedactions a fellow Enji Todoroki enthusiast!

#anon asks #anon ask

[shorkshork]

Sunday tag game

Rules: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations.

air

i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch small animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music (sometimes!!) / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

fire

i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing

water

i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids’ shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words

earth

i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love the chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life

aether

i go without makeup / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time (most of the time) / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

feel free to ignore this! but I wanna tag @sawamooora @the-grimm-writer @seijoh @implexedactions @corruptedconfessions @amazing-fandoms @midoriyas-wifey 

#tag game #u know I love these #feel free to ignore the tag pals lol

[corruptedconfessions]

New Blog Name!

Welcome to CorruptedConfessions! The exact same blog as before, but with a now shorter and less confusing name that wont get mixed up with another blog lmaooo

And a very big thank you to @implexedactions for basically coming up with the awesome new blog name for me xD

[implexedactions]

Do Not Fight Back - Yandere Purge AU

Hey! So this was part of a server wide event I did with other members of Lovesick! They’re all super amazing and you should DEF check out the others who took part! This is inspired by the yandere purge AU created by @yanderemommabean (we have permission to use the AU). Read the linked post to find out more, but to cut things short. Yandere’s are legally free to capture their darlings, and it lasts from 6pm to 6am!

Beta’d by the best person ever: @drxwsyni

This contain YANDERE CONTENT!!!

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It’s yandere purge night and you’re accidentally outside when it starts. It would be a shame if a certain flame hero was watching...

--- Your job ran late today, because of course it fucking did. It was yandere purge night, not that your boss seemed all that concerned. Although, from the look on his face…well, best not think about that. He probably wasn’t after you, hopefully. You walked down the urban street, past the closed shops and locked buildings. You glanced towards the sunset, the sun's orange glow disappearing over the horizon. Wait, what? It wasn’t THAT late, right? Sure, work ran late, but you finished at 5 PM, not 6 PM?

You opened your phone, you had…a minute before the sirens…fuck.

You dashed into an alley, crouching next to a vending machine, it wasn’t ideal, but staying out there could mean certain death. You’re an idiot for even letting this happen to you. You’re NEVER meant to remain outside during tonight. A yandere could kill you if they even THINK you’re trying to interfere. You rummage through your pockets...nothing except a phone and some loose coins.

The sirens ring throughout the city

No weapon, no quirk, no safety, no chance. You hold your head in your hands, freaking out. No one would think of helping you, you could be a yandere trying to get at them. Your best bet is to stay here until it is over, potentially using the vending machine for dinner.

Your phone buzzes.

---6:01PM---

[HellFire]: Hello.

[HellFire]: You do not know who I am, but I have been keeping my eye on you for a long time.

[You]: Oh god…please don’t say you’re after me…

[HellFire]: I propose a hunt.

[HellFire]: I catch you, the obvious happens.

[HellFire]: You evade me for the next 12 hours? You go free.

[HellFire]: The rules? Always keep your phone on you and online, I will be sending messages. Respond to my messages, or you will pay dearly. Do not worry about other people, if they try to hurt you, I will burn them to ash. If I catch you, no fighting back. Break any of the rules, and there will be hell to pay.

[You]: What?! Can I at least ask some questions? Is my phone bugged? Do you know where I am now? Can I hide or do I have to keep running? Why me?

[HellFire]: Mind, I do not expect you to win. I am the number one hero for a reason.

[HellFire]: The hunt begins. Do try to have fun tonight, my dear.  

…Endeavor?! Enji Todoroki, the number one hero, was after you?! You’d be flattered if you weren’t shaking with fear. You try to take some deep breaths.

---6:03PM---

[HellFire]: I would run, my darling… I doubt hiding behind a vending machine will do you any favours….

[You]: How do you know my location already?!

You run out of the alley; the street illuminated poorly by streetlights. Enji knew where you were, specifically that you were behind a vending machine. He’s either got cameras, or he was right in your line of sight. You sprint down the street, most people aren’t stupid enough to be out, and you give most yanderes a wide berth. You see one with a darling, you force your eyes away and continue to run.

Your lungs are burning, exercise isn’t your strong point, and one can’t operate on adrenaline alone.

---6:09PM---

[HellFire]: Tired already? I did not realise you were so weak…such a pity, I expected a fight from you…

[You]: No one expects to be running down a street from a goddamn villain?!

[HellFire]: …disrespect?

[HellFire]: Unacceptable.

As you’re running, a car behind you blows up, fire scattering onto the street. You still can’t see him.

You notice a mall still open. None of the shops would be in business, but the area might provide a suitable hiding place. You run into it, sliding doors opening to let you into the air-conditioned space. You steal a glance behind you, no one visible on the street or rooftops.

---6:11PM---

[HellFire]: A shopping centre? I hope you do not expect a gaudy fountain to save you.

[You]: Fuck you, honestly.

[HellFire]: That is quite a bold statement for someone in your position.

[HellFire]: Most criminals at this point are kissing my boots, begging for mercy, and yet, you show defiance. Breaking you should be fun.

You run down a corridor, reaching an entirely empty circular food court. Fast food shops line the walls, with two, opposite facing exits to the area, both leading onto streets. Silence is abundant as you run through, dodging chairs and tables, desperate to make it to the other side.

The sound of an electronic sliding door reaches your ears. Panicking, you dive over a business’s countertop, hiding behind it as you try not to breathe too loudly. You hastily switch your notifications off, so him texting you won’t reveal your location.

---6:15PM---

[HellFire]: You know something I learnt from my job?

[You]: What?

[HellFire]: Someone can know they are being hunted, but not know they are already trapped. The villains are overburdened by fear and hope, of both capture and escape. They desperately reach their hands out to touch a goal you know is impossible to reach.

[HellFire]: That feeling… of knowing their entire future is at my mercy…

[HellFire]: is sublime.

[HellFire]: …

[HellFire]: Say, how are you finding that uncomfortable food stall floor?

“Hello, darling…”

“No! Get away from me!”

You bound over the counter, avoiding his hands, and desperately try to reach the exit. You turn around, and he is just…standing there. Looking at you. With a smirking grin on his face. He’s wearing his hero suit, flames dancing up his body. He loves this, he likes thinking you’re some object to be captured. You run out onto the street, cold night air hitting you in the face, the sun has entirely disappeared now, all traces of it gone.

Where the hell can you go that you’ll be safe?! It hasn’t even been 30 minutes of this torture; you’ve got so much time left! Panting, you notice he has exited the building too, but he just stands there, looking at you, grin adorning his face. You spot a train station.

You run towards the train station and don’t look back. You jump the ticket gate, feeling that your life matters more than a civic duty. You run up the stairs onto the platform. The trains won’t be running, but maybe you can run along the tracks if it comes down to it? As you try to catch your breath, you realise something…you turned your phone notifications off in the mall, which means he could be messaging you, and you wouldn’t know.

Scrambling you pull out your phone.

---6:22---

[HellFire]: If I were you, I would not take another step towards that train station.

[HellFire]:  ...?

[HellFire]: Oh, are you not checking your messages now?

[HellFire]: I warned you, remember that…

---6:30---

[You]: I’m sorry! I swear, I didn’t mean to ignore it! It was my phone

[HellFire]: I can not believe what I just saw.

[HellFire]: You leapt over that gate like a common criminal.

[HellFire]: So, now I have to punish you for multiple reasons. You ignored so many rules…

[You]: I didn’t mean to, I swear! I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me!

[HellFire]: You fought back when you were captured.

[You]: It wasn’t fighting back?! It was escaping, capture would be grabbing me.

[HellFire]: You didn’t check your messages.

[You]: Like I said, my phone was off, it was an accident!

[HellFire]: You IGNORED my commands.

[You]: My phone was off! I didn’t KNOW there were commands!

[HellFire]: You broke the law.

[You]: I was going to go back and pay the $1.50 tomorrow!

[HellFire]: And we are only 30 minutes into this hunt.

[HellFire]: Tell me, darling.

[HellFire]: Did you really think you could outrun me?

[HellFire]: The top hero?

[HellFire]: I knew you were not the smartest person, considering, well, everything about you.

[HellFire]: But this really takes the cake.

[You]: Oh, honestly, fuck you. Why do you even WANT me?! We’ve NEVER met!

 [HellFire]: …you’re quite disrespectful…

[HellFire]: I will have to fix that.

“Face me.”

You whip around to see him staring at you, sadistic grin adorning his face. You turn to run, but his large hands grab your arms, holding you in place. He picks you up and turns you around, so you’re facing him. His hands are noticeably warmer than they should be.

“There. Captured enough for you?” He says with a smirk.

“Please! Just let me go!” You shout, struggling against his arms fruitlessly. You scream and kick, managing to bring a foot against his knee. He noticeably winces.

“I warned you about fighting back, you insolent brat!” His face steels as his hands become warmer. You can now feel his breath down your face as your squirm, desperate to escape the burning hands and singing clothes.

“I…I…Why me?!” Tears start to fall down your face as you realise this might be your fate.

“Because you shouldn’t be anyone else’s. Do you recall that train villain? Such a stupid villain, but I digress. I saw you try to help people, helping people off the train when it arrived at the station and calming that little kid. It was so…kind, so generous. You were a true hero. I need that in my life, so you are mine.” He at least has the decency to not look you directly in the eyes. His hands cooled down a bit while he was speaking. He seems somewhat ashamed by what he’s done.

Somewhat.

“You could’ve just approached me! Hell, I’m not going to turn down a meeting with the number one hero?! You’re a fucking idiot!”

“Attacking someone while they are vulnerable is usually considered bad form, brat. But I see you have no qualms attacking me.” His palms heat up again, but he seems to have a looser grip on you. Maybe if you…

“I’m sorry, okay? This is just a lot to take in. I…I do admire you, as a hero y’know? I always considered you so calming. You made the city feel so much s-safer, you made ME feel safer.” You look him in the eyes, trying to act as small and gentle as possible. His warm breath washes over your body as he seems to re-examine you. Just a little bit further and…

You bring your knee into his lungs as he is breathing in, winding him. He drops you and you turn on your heel and jump onto the train tracks, running off down the tracks.

He shouts after you.

“Bad idea brat! You want to be punished? Fine then!”

You stare ahead, no trains seem to be running, so you won’t have to make a choice between death and getting run over by a train. You follow the train tracks until you reach a tunnel. You turn around and see him merely walking menacingly toward you, not even running. He has such an angry look on his face, flame beard shooting out in rage. The fire touches a signal box, and it melts to the ground almost instantly. Yeah, no, you aren’t dealing with that. You turn and run inside the tunnel, desperate to escape him. You hear a roar from behind you as fire shoots past your head, hitting the cylindrical wall and dissipating.

“I missed on purpose, stop at once! I will not hesitate you ungrateful bitch!”

You stop and turn around to face him, tremors running through your body.

“Stop approaching me, please?! Can’t we just talk?!” You say shuffling back with each step he takes towards you.

He raises an eyebrow, and astonishingly, he stops, about 8 paces away.

“Fine.”

“I…please, just let me go! I don’t want this!” you say, tears running down your face.

“And why would I care what YOU want, bitch?”

“Because y-you love me o-or ..desire me or something?!”

“Pfft. Maybe, but you know how this works by now.” He takes a step forward, you stand still. His flames cast flickering shadows against the tunnel walls.

“I’m sure you have co-workers, family, friends, who disappeared never to be seen again, OR have a pet of their own.” He takes a step forward, you stand still. His feet leave the rocks red hot.

“You know you cannot escape me. It has not even been an hour.” He steps forward, you stand still. You can feel his heat now.

“Do you expect to run all over the city, making daring escapes and just barely being able to stay out of my grasp for 12 hours? To evade capture from the number one hero?” He steps forward, you stand still. His flames die down, but your body feels like it’s overheating.

“You woke up at 5:12 AM today and had a shift from 7 AM to 5:45 PM. You are not going to be able to keep up this adrenaline and energy til 6AM tomorrow. Being awake for 24 hours is not an easy feat, my dear.“ He steps forward, you stand still. Your tears on your face start to evaporate.

“Oh, do remind me to thank your boss for keeping you late. Money does wonders to people's sense of ethics.” He steps forward, you stand still. He chuckles quietly at the situation and examines your body.

“You cannot escape me, you have no quirk, no talents, no skills. This is not a fair fight because it is not a fight, my dear. It is a hunt, and you seem to have this silly notion that the fox can escape the hound.” He steps forward, you stand still. His hand reaches out to grab your arm, and you do nothing to stop it.

“Advice for your new life, when I give a command, my dear, it helps to oblige. So, hear me when I say: Do. Not. Fight. Back.”

You do not fight back.  

#endeavor #enji todoroki #yandere #yandere bnha #yandere mha #bnha #mha #reader insert #gender-neutral reader #yandere enji todoroki #yandere endeavor #yandere enji x reader #enji todoroki x reader #yandere purge #yandere purge au #lovesick collab #implexedactions #enji x reader #Long Fic #ImplexedWriting

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Yandere Vil!Hawks - Heaven

This was done as a prompt for @the-grimm-writer who I basically bullied (asked politely) into giving me a prompt. “uhh maybe villain Hawks with a hero darling, they keep going back and forth until he finally traps them”.

Warning, this IS yandere, and contains many themes associated with yandere.

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You like to think you’re a pretty good hero. You’re well ranked and generally liked. You do your job well and efficiently, almost never letting a villain escape.

…almost.

You walk onto the crime scene. It happened on a major street, so the area’s been evacuated for now.  A civilian, major veins sliced, and tendons cut through. According to witnesses, it happened instantly. The person was walking, a flurry of red surrounded them, and a mutilated corpse was the result. They most likely died within seconds. You knew this body, sort of. He was just a flirt at a bar, you entertained the thought, but nothing came of it.

You see a red feather, off to the side, and sigh. This was obviously Hawks, he taunts you, both literally and metaphorically. His blood-red feathers, his apathetic smile, his weird angry flirting, it drives you mad. He deserves to pay, and yet, he hasn’t been captured.

“Hey, Angel, what brings you to these parts?” comes a sleazy voice from behind you.

In an instant you turn around and jump back, seeing Hawks a bit too close for comfort. You press a wristband, sending out an alert for all heroes in the area.

“Aww, did I scare you?” he says, looking you directly in the eyes.

“I will make sure you pay for this!” you say, activating your quirk.

Wings of white light sprout from behind your back, as light wraps around you, creating armour and a sword. The Guardian Angel Quirk.

“Don’t you look so cute playing hero!” Hawks says, cooing at you, not intimidated at the least.

You dive forward, bringing the sword against his feathers. He looks you in the eyes and frowns.

“Angel…please. Consider my offer, join me! We could rule this city together!” He pushes his sword against yours, shoving me backwards.

“A society without compassion or heroes, and where lawlessness reigns? I hope you can forgive me for not seeing the appeal.”  You bring your sword against his again, equally matching his strength. Other heroes should get here soon, you just need to hold out.

“Oh, PLEASE! How much compassion do you think exists in this society?! Look around you, sweetheart! A government organisation took a child to turn them into a war machine! Where’s the compassion in that, huh? The society you inhabit is practically the exact same as mine, you’re just in denial about it!” He jumped back, gliding a few meters before stopping on the ground.

“Okay fair, that sucks, but was going out to kill really the best option? You’ve heard of therapy, right? Alcohol even?” You’re on edge, he could be attacking a lot harder, right now it seems like he’s just toying with you.

“Oh darling, I doubt therapy was going to topple the commission. So yes, killing their members, everyone who led me to become this demon? Of course, it’s the best option!” He twirled around on the spot, wings blocking your attacks still.

“But…this guy, he wasn’t a part of the commission?” you question.

“Oh…he’s almost as bad, he tried to take you away from me!” He said, looking you in the eyes with a joyous expression plastered on his.

You falter, and he uses this to shove you back. You fall onto the ground, back against the pavement.

“I-what?”

“He was hitting on you, no? It was obvious, he was so sleazy, too. So, I took him out, can’t have someone getting in the way of our love story!”

“Y-you love me?” You say, a confused look crossing your face.

“Of course, my angel! You’re just so perfect! With those cute little wings, your angelic features, don’t you think they complement my demonic ones so well? We are made to be!”

He saunters towards you, wide grin adorning his face. His gaze pierces your body.

“You’re s-sick…and delusional as well if you EVER think I’m going to love you! You’re just some f-fucking broken freak…I’m not yours just because you want me to be!”

“Oh, angel, you’ll see things different soon! You’re my forbidden love story, a hero and a villain, drawn to each other but separated by their putrid society! I hated my quirk and what it led me to become. The commission, they made me a monster, my demonic bloody wings. But then, I saw you! Your wings of light, an angel! MY angel! Don’t worry my sweet, sweet dove! I assure you we will soon be together!”

You panic, causing your quirk to fail. The light flickers out, and you’re left on the ground, crawling backwards. He reaches down to your leg and grips it tightly, not letting you go. He forces a quirk cancelling band on it. You shake and turn to stare into his deluded eyes. You’re panicking, hands trying to grab onto anything but failing to find purchase.

“Once the other heroes get here, you’ll be in so much trouble!” A weak line maybe, but you’re kind of out of options. No quirk, no weapons, and no backup? You’re basically screwed.

“Oh, Angel. That’s the best part! They won’t even know what happened to you! If you haven’t noticed, no heroes have shown up! Your communications have been blocked! The “heroes” are all battling a team of villians, a flood appearing from nowhere, and a fire spreading through the city faster than naturally possible!  No one’s going to notice you slipping away to our little nest, Angel!”

He wraps you up in his arms, blocking you from fighting back.

“Come now, my Angel, I’ve got a beautiful Eden to show you!”

#yandere #yandere hawks #vil!hawks #villian hawks #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader #Yandere Keigo Takami #yandere keigo x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #hawks #bnha #yandere bnha #yandere mha #mha #implexedactions #Long Fic #ImplexedWriting

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Naga Enji - Halloween Collab

Hey! So this was part of a server wide event I did with other members of Lovesick! They’re all super amazing and you should DEF check out the others who took part!

I really like this one!

Warning for yandere content

Beta’d by best person:  @tod0oki

[Edited after posting]

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You walked calmly through the forest, admiring the lush foliage. It really was a nice spot to spend the day. You came here a lot; it was relaxing and serene. The area didn’t have any trails, but it was an easy walk, regardless. Looking up, you noticed clouds were starting to gather. Hmmm, yeah, okay, better head back to the entrance. It was going to be late enough already; you didn’t want to have to deal with rain.

Before you could leave, you noticed a cave. It caught your interest, and you moved towards the entrance, it seemed to be quite deep.

“Hello, human.” A deep voice called out from the darkness.

“W-what?! Whose in there?” you shakily question.

“How much do you know of Naga’s?” The voice called back from the darkness, still not visible.

“Oh. This is a joke, right? Well, I’m not in the mood. And I’d suggest you head back soon, rain clouds are starting to form, and it looks like it’ll be bad.”

“Oh, but this is not a joke. I…I am real.’

A snake person emerges from the darkness, his human body has short jagged red hair and a scar near on his face. His human half ends around the waist, before turning into a striking red, orange, white, and black snake body, like a red-spotted garter snake. His torso and shoulders are broad, which makes his snake body huge. The diameter of his snake body is the same height as you. He is giant, over 10 meters long. You try to step back but fall instead.

“I…but…you’re…snake?” You stammer, failing to deal with the reality presented in front of you

“Naga, you uneducated primate. And I have taken a tremendous interest in you.” He says, slithering closer, eyeing your form.

“Me…? But…why?” you say, your feet finding purchase on the ground, trying to move away from him. Shoving you away from him, just a tiny bit.

He looks disappointed at you trying to move away from him. He reaches to grab your ankle, but you kick his hand away. He jerks away before looking you in the eyes, glaring at you.

“How dare you! Do you have no respect?! You should feel honoured that I chose to even approach you!” He says, looking outraged and annoyed.

“Why DID you approach me?” you say cautiously, realising how unfavourable this situation is for you.

“Well, I need to talk to my mat- I mean…visitor. Yes, you are my visitor. You stepped foot into my cave, that makes you my visitor.” He says hastily, slowly moving around your form, which was still lying on the ground.

 “I…uhhh…I need to leave, it’s going to rain soon, and I need to make it back to the forest entrance.” You try to stand up, but a large hand on your shoulder keeps you in place.

“Oh, I insist, please stay with me for the night. You deserve my hospitality” He says, still moving around you in a…circle.

Oh dear…

You force yourself up.

“Oh no, I need to make it back. I’ve got…people waiting for me, yeah! T-They’ll get concerned if I don’t show up!” It was a lie, but he shouldn’t know that.

He sighs, the circle around you now completed. His snake body is about as tall as your shoulders, so you can’t jump over it. He towers above you, looking down on you

“Uhmm…Can’t help notice that you’ve accidentally encircled me here. Can you let me go? I can come back to visit if you want? I promise?” you say, nervously looking around.

His face falls into an unimpressed bored look.

“Hmmph, I wanted to give you a few peaceful nights, to show you how nice life with me could be, but I guess you don’t want that. Such a shame, but you will grow to love it, I am sure.”

His arms grab you, despite your weak flailing, and he pulls you into his chest. You go quiet as you pray this is all a bad dream. He slithers slowly further down into the cave, the darkness growing. He seems to know his way, though. He brings your head up to his face and looks into your eyes.

“My name is Enji Todoroki, one of the strongest Naga’s, a fierce hunter surpassed by no one. You are my mate; I promise that I will treasure and protect you like no other.”

He arrives at the end of one of the tunnels. It is a large open semi-spherical area with a fire in the middle. He circles around the fire, and places you inside the circle, next to the fire.

“I know humans are not as resistant to the cold as I am, please, utilise this fire. The rain will not disturb us here.” He says, eyes trained on your every move.

You try to jump over his colossal snake body, but you struggle to get over it. He simply leans over and grabs you, before forcing you to sit down next to the fire. He leans in close, resting his mouth by your ear.

“You know, my mate does not technically NEED legs. If you would like to keep yours, I do suggest that you stay put.” He leans back, resting his human body on his snake half, keeping the coil around you complete.

“O-okay…I just…I don’t want to be here?” you say, pulling your legs up to your chest, crying into your arms.

He looks at you, anger surging through his veins. He grabs you by the shoulders and stares deep into your eyes.

“Why not! Do you think I cannot provide?! I am insulted! I have lived hundreds of years on my own! I am the most skilled hunter ever! Obviously I can provide for my mate!”

You quickly try to reassure him.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that! I’m sure you can provide for me!”

He scans your face, then hugs you and calms down.

“Of course, of course. You do not know me yet. You can live a great life here; I am certain of it. Just do not tell me I cannot provide for you. It is one of the most disrespectful things to a naga, okay? You did not know that, so I forgive you.”

“T-Thank you?”

“Do not fear! I will show you how comfortable a life you can lead in the coming years with me! You will be happy, I guarantee it!” He looks at you as if waiting for validation.

“But…I have a human life, and I have other human needs?” You try to put as much softness into this as possible, you think there is a chance he might let you go. His face darkens briefly.

“As I just said, do NOT suggest I cannot provide for you. You will be fine here, I can offer everything you require! Humans rely on a few critical things for survival, but all of these things will not be a problem for a naga like me! I will easily provide food and water; we have this cave for shelter from the elements. I can defend you, that takes care of safety! And as for your need for friends, family and community, well, you have got me obviously. And you will have the hatchlings and-“

“Wait? What do you mean hatchlings?!” you go stiff, staring at him with concern. You hope it doesn’t mean what you think it means

“Well, I suppose humans call them babies, and humans don’t lay eggs…but hatchlings sound so much better, no?” He seems to ponder it for a second while looking away from you.

“But I-“

“Oh wait, is your concern because of anatomy? Do not worry darling! I do not know much about human reproduction admittedly, so I do not know if we can produce children together. If we can, great! If not, I will just steal another’s hatchlings. The important part is having a family together.’

“I don’t WANT kids you freak! Especially with you!” He frowns, his eyebrows twitching. The silence in the cave is overwhelming.

“Do not say things one will regret. Like I said earlier, you do not need to have legs to be my mate.”

“I just don’t want kids!” His glare hardens as he stands up to his full height. Towering over you, looking down at you from his nose.

“Listen to me. I will not have my mate be some ungrateful brat. We WILL have hatchlings. They WILL all grow up to be fierce hunters like me and carry on my legacy! And you WILL stop complaining about it! It would be wise for you to accept that.” His eyes peer at your now sobbing figure.

His face softens, and his body down dips to your level. He reaches out and pulls you against his chest, trapping you against it with his arms. He slowly strokes your back.

“Shhh…Shhh…It will all be okay. There is no need to cry. Do you want some food? I can go get a cow for you? I know humans try to cook their food, so we could use the fire?” He looks down at you with empathetic eyes.

“I…I just want to go home! You realise I won’t be happy here, right? You should find a naga mate instead. Please!” Your eyes are watering as you meet his gaze.

“I love you, my dear. I watched you walk by every time you come to this forest. Your beauty, your gait, your personality. You were so appealing, I was trying to find the perfect time to introduce myself, but then I saw this storm, and you walked up to my cave and…I took a chance.”

He looks at you, but you stay silent.

“I meant what I said, darling. That I wanted your first night or two to be calm and happy. I think you would have adjusted so much better if you had just accepted my invitation. I will admit I came on a bit strong there, but I was so worried you would never come back. I just could not let you leave when you were so close to being mine.” His tears run down his face and drip onto your head. He wipes his eyes.

“Please love me, that is all I am asking. The hatchlings can…wait. It was wrong to bring them up so soon…just…please love me. I love you.” He gets his face close to yours, mere inches away from yours. His slit eyes looking directly into your circular eyes. You can see his eyes watering, as he scans yours.

“I can’t love you though…Especially not with the fact you clearly want kids. I have a life that I NEED to live. I can’t live out my life with you. Please, just let me go.”

“But I can provide for you! I can provide everything you need! No human can match what I can give you! I am certain of it!” His body seems to be heating up as his posture straightens and his arms around you get a bit too tight.

“But I-”

“Silence!” He roars, before looking down at your scared form. Confusion crosses his face before he cools down.

“Ah, I understand! You do not mean to be so rude and inconsiderate; you are just tired. It is understandable. Do not worry, my love, let us sleep.” He doesn’t let you speak as he uses his tail to put out the fire. Darkness returns as he slithers into a corner.

He forms a coil inward with his human body and you at the centre, his back lying against his tail. He crosses his arms, hands at opposite shoulders in an ‘X’ or ‘W’ like pattern, with you in the middle. This prevents you from moving, keeping you trapped against his chest.

“You will love me in time, I am certain.”

#yandere #yandere enji todoroki #boku no hero academia #yandere bnha #enji todoroki #Naga #Naga enji #my hero academia #yandere enji x reader #bnha #yandere endeavor #implexedactions #Long Fic #ImplexedWriting

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Good Time - Yandere Enji

Voyeristic Enji for Kinktober. Well, not THAT voyeristic, but y’know, it’s SOMETHING.

I hope this doesn’t upset that Hawks-Anon. He was so insistent on me not having thoughts for anyone else. Meh, what’s the worst he can do?

Warning for yandere content and voyeurism

Beta’d by best person: @sawamooora

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Enji watches you move around your apartment. He is situated on his couch with a laptop, the feed of your apartment open on the screen. He swirls a glass of wine around in his free hand, lazily watching you eat dinner. He was quite proud of himself; this indeed had been a brilliant idea. Sure, it isn’t the healthiest relationship, but considering his last one, this is definitely a step up. Watching you makes him feel so calm and relaxed, it was the perfect way to destress on a Friday night.

You walk across the living room to grab your phone, adorned in clothing he bought you. You’re in his colours, obviously. Warm colours like red and gold are your entire wardrobe now. It’s petty and possessive, but it allows him to feel like you’re his. And yet, here you are, texting someone else on the phone he bought you.

[You]: Hey darling!

Oh wait, you are just texting him. An unspoken obligation. He grins and writes up a response.

[Hellfire]: Hello, my sweet. How are you?

[You]: Just finished dinner. I wish you were here with me…

[Hellfire]: Hmm?

[You]: I know you’re always caught up with hero work. And that’s fine! It really is. I knew with dating you, I wasn’t going to be your no.1 priority like that. The city is, of course.

Enji frowns. His plan is almost ready to come to fruition, but he can’t risk losing you before then. It wouldn’t be too tricky, but it would be better if you went from lover to captive than ex to captive. He had hoped buying you the apartment and gifts would be enough to tide you over, but it appears you need emotional validation as well. He sighs, cursing you under his breath. He goes to reply, but you beat him to it.

[You]: Don’t get me wrong, I love the gifts and the apartment! And I don’t want to appear ungrateful! It must have cost a lot of money…. Just forget I said anything okay? I don’t want to stress you out.

Enji looks to the cameras and sees you tearing up. He was angry, you are quite disrespectful. He should’ve seen this coming though. It’s been more than 2 weeks since he last saw you, and he isn’t that great at texting…

[Hellfire]: My sweet, I am…sorry I have been so inattentive.

He scoffs, he isn’t really sorry, but he needs to keep you around. Once you are entirely his, he can show you how to properly behave. He’ll punish you for this outburst, certainly. Maybe by spending an hour or two showing him how appreciative you are of his presence in bed…now that is a nice idea.

He watches you wipe your eyes as you pick up your phone to respond.

[You]: No, it’s okay, really! I don’t mean to be such a downer. You’re the number one hero, there are more important things than me, I’m sure of it.

[Hellfire]: Be that as it may, you still matter to me.

You matter only as an object, obviously, but you don’t need to know that just yet. He drifts off into his paradise, thinking about how beautiful you being with him will be. You’ll be the perfect little…pet? Plaything? Servant? Something like that. You’ll help him get ready in the morning, serving him breakfast, and sitting patiently, waiting for praise. You’ll tell him how much you miss him when he leaves for work. And when he gets home…well, that’s when the fun starts.

He takes a sip from his wine glass, indulging in his thoughts, before looking at your teary-eyed face through the cameras. You’re looking at the phone screen. He grins with a sick sense of pride and puts his wine glass down; he starts casually rubbing his crotch with his free hand. The face you’re making was such a turn on…he’d have to make you cry more when he had you at his disposal.  

[Hellfire]: It is not like I do not wish to see you.

He wants to see you more than ever, but on his…own terms. Everything was almost ready, just another week or so until it was perfect.

[Hellfire]: I just do not have much spare time available to see you. Every second without you pains me, darling, but do not worry. Soon, we will be able to meet up.

[You]: Really?! Oh, thank you so much! I can’t wait!

[Hellfire]: Just you wait, darling, you do not know how much of a good time I can show you.

#yandere #enji todoroki #kinktober #yandere bnha #yandere enji todoroki #reader insert #gender-neutral reader #boku no hero x reader #enji todoroki x reader #yandere enji x reader #enji x reader #bnha #mha #yandere endeavor #yandere enji #implexedactions #tw voyeurism #Long Fic #ImplexedWriting

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Yandere Hawks - Cold Snap

Wrote a Yandere Hawks fic! Woo! Am I really just attracted to any man I see who acts interested in me? Maybe!

This work contains yandere and possessive behavior, although nothing sexual happens. It also includes physical harm.

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With a snap, the front door lock breaks in two.

You know Hawks won’t be happy, but you NEED to escape. You can’t take another second of this constant attention he’s giving you. He was given a few weeks of vacation somehow, and he’s been spending it all hovering around you. Trying to smother you with gifts, hugs, intimate moments, cuddles. Never mind that he kidnapped you and forced you to stay in this cabin in the woods. He’s sleeping on the couch right now, but he could wake up at any minute.

Determined, you take a step out and feel the snow crunch beneath your feet. The house is in a snowy meadow, with the forest just 100 or so meters in front of you. You take off sprinting towards it. The air is cold, you're wearing a jacket he got you. The fabric is too thin to be of that much help, though.

You’re almost there when suddenly you hear the front door swing open. Looking over your shoulder, you freeze. It’s hawks. His face morphs from shock into pure rage. His wings rising up behind him, his eyes locked only on you, piercing your body.

“…Dove…get back inside…now…”

You freeze, scared to the bone. Your brain starts shouting to apologise and just go back home, and maybe he’ll be nice to you, to start crying, to plead, to do ANYTHING but keep running.

You turn around and keep running to the forest. Of course, it’s a fool’s errand, but you’re so close, if you get to the forest you might be able to hide. His face twists into one of entertainment and faux happiness.

“Oh! I get it my dove! You just want to play a game. To burn off all the energy! Well, if you really want that, I am MORE than happy to oblige!”

His body becomes airborne, flying above you. He knows you won’t get away, he’s a pro-hero for god's sake! He simply observes you getting closer and closer to the meadow’s edge. You can hear his wings, the fear in your chest building and building. You know the game he’s playing with you. He’s building tension, taking pleasure in how each step is shakier and less determined than the last.

Flap.

Flap.

Flap.

Flap.

Flap.

Flap.

Flap.

 You break, huddling down onto the ground, in the snow, just a mere meter from the forest. Being in the woods wouldn’t have saved you, it was just another arbitrary line that he would’ve crossed. He’d cross the whole world to find you, and there was nothing you could do about it.

Two boots crunch down on the snow beside you.

“So…dove, get that out of your system?” He says with a sickening tone.

“Please, I’m s-sorry.”

“Oh but dove, I don’t think you are. You ruined a perfectly nice day just to have a run in the snow. I know you must be burning with energy, but there are more…fun ways we can solve that. Ones that don’t cause me so much anxiety. Ones that, perhaps, cause me a little more pleasure? Hm?” He taps the side of your head with his boot.

“You- You said you weren’t going to force yourself on me like that” you reply, timid and shaking.

“And you, my beautiful dove, are meant to appreciate all that I have done for you. But it looks like neither of us are getting what was promised, huh?” He looks down at you, smile wide on his face.

“I’m sorry, I just…”

You turn and look into his eyes, fury burning in your own.

“I HATE you okay?! I HATE it here! You took me away for your own delusion, and I swear to god that I will find a way to escape and make you PAY! You sick fucking feathered freak!”

His smile drops, his face turning flat, not angry, just cold.

“Huh, okay then. I thought you loved me, but I guess I must be wrong, huh? But if you don’t love me then, why should I afford you my protection?”

“Protection from what?!” you scream at him.

“Well, there are a lot of dangerous people out there, who, if pissed off, could hurt you.”

His boot connects with your stomach.

“What the hell?!” you cry in agony.

“I thought it was obvious that a person would take any chance to avoid such harm.”

An errant feather embeds itself in your hand. Blood spilling onto the fresh snow.

“Please stop!” you cry, pulling the feather out and seeing a slit between both sides of your hand.

“Of course, if you don’t love me, then I see no reason to protect you from such people.”

A boot lands on your shin, and he starts pushing his full weight down.

“Please! Stop! Don’t break my leg!”

“Tut tut tut dove, it’s like I said. My love offers protection. So, one last time…Do you love me?”

“…yes, I love you hawks!”

The pressure increases.

“Aww dove, I’m having trouble believing such a thing. As I recall you said I was, and I quote, a ‘sick fucking feathered freak’. It’s kind of hard to believe you, no?”

“I’m sorry hawks, I love you! I swear, I love you! I was just a blind idiot who couldn’t appreciate your love!”

The pressure increases. The pain is unbearable. He leans down, getting as close as he can while still maintaining the pressure.

“Say my name.”

“What?” You stare up at him in disbelief.

“My name. You always call me hawks, never my actual name. You know my name, do you not, dove? You’ve spent weeks with me! If you want to save your leg, you’ll say my name” he grins a cold smile.

“I’m sorry, …Kaygu?”

With a snap, your shin breaks in two.

#yandere #Yandere Hawks #keigo takami #boku no hero academia #BNHA #Yandere BNHA #Yandere MHA #boku no hero x reader #Hawks #Yandere Keigo Takami #keigo takami x reader #yandere keigo x reader #my hero academia #ImplexedActions #Long Fic #ImplexedWriting

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Hello, Little One - Shoto Todoroki

So, do any of you like microphilia? No? Didn’t think so, but here it is anyway! A yandere giant Shoto Todoroki

Shoto is aged up and a pro hero!

Warning for Yandere Content and Microphilia

Beta’d by best person: @patchworkpiper​

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“Hello, little one.”

You shudder at the sound of his voice as he steps through the door. What had been a nice nap to escape from reality was pulled away as you found yourself once again in this prison. You move off of the small bed, and to the bars of the metal cage you’re trapped in.

You barely knew why you were bothering to respond at this point, but he was the only human you had seen in…however long you have been here. The room you were in seemed to have the singular purpose of housing you, with very little else here. Your cage was in the north of the rectangular room on a table, with the door at the south, and the couch along the west wall. There was a large window (deadbolted with curtains, of course) in the east wall.

As his colossal form walks through the room towards you, his footsteps shake your cage. Shoto Todoroki, one of the city’s most well-known hero’s strolls over to you. He crouches down, his cold eyes peering through the bars at your tiny 2-inch form.

“How is my favourite little pet doing?” He questions, as you hide behind blankets and pillows. He is standing at his full height, making you eye level with his crotch. Looking down from his nose at you.

“Terribly. I hate it here. I want to go home. I wish you would die.” You state listlessly back to him.

His eyes thin as he sighs, exasperated.

“We have already gone over this, MULTIPLE times… If I let you out, you won’t be mine. You won’t be safe anymore. That would be unacceptable.” You feel the room get warmer as he grows more tired of your antics. You guess today wasn’t a good day at work.

“I’m not yours! You just stole me and shrank me!” You shout back at him, voice rising as you get angrier and angrier.

“…Pet, disrespect is not welcome here. I’m willing to overlook the odd comment here and there, but you know what will happen if you fight back…” His threat hangs in the air, as you reminisce about…that day.

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“Little one, stop struggling, I NEED to wash you.” Probing hands prodded at your form as you moved backwards in the small basin, huddling in a corner, treading water, and using your nails to try and dig into his skin whenever it came close.

“Fine then. I hope you learn your lesson, brat.” His fingers grabbed you and shoved you underwater. You tried with all your might to pry them off, but they wouldn’t budge. Your breath was running out, lungs burning as your brain tried to force you to take a breath.

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“…Sorry…” You avoid his eyes and look at the ground, hiding your face.

“Now little one, I have a surprise for you. I’m SURE you’ll appreciate it, right?”

He opens the cage door, reaching his hand in and grabbing you. His fingers close forcefully around you as he stands and strolls to the couch. Sitting upon it, he places you on his lap. You try not to think of which organ you're standing on as he continues speaking.

“Close your eyes for me, okay? I’m sure you’ll love it. I’ll have to touch you to put it on, but I promise I’ll be gentle.”

You close your eyes. You’ve already been disrespectful, and there’s only so far you can push Shoto before he’ll push back.

As he touches your neck, a bell is heard. Something coarse gets wrapped around your shaking neck with gentle precision. You open your eyes and your hand touches what you assume to be a collar. He brings a mirror up, so you’re able to see it in better detail. You see a red collar, sturdy and utilitarian. It carries with it a small gold bell, which jingles when shaken. It also has a nametag at the front.

“It says ‘pet’, in case you were wondering. I’m unsure if you can still read to be honest…It HAS been a while since you were intellectually challenged; living this life of luxury and whatnot.”

“I can still read!”

“Now THAT is a shock.”

“I don’t want to wear this! I hate it! It’s so uncomfortable!” All you're able to do is mess around with it helplessly and hope he doesn't choose to tighten it.

“Pet. Stop fussing. It was custom made, and if you break it, there WILL be consequences.”

“Why should I care?!” Punishment be damned, you can’t take him anymore.

“Hmm?” He raises an eyebrow, and peers down at you.

“I HATE it here! I hate you! What gives you the right to do this to me! I'd rather live out my days in that godforsaken cage than have you touch me again!” You scream the ugly words at him, you’re sick of him, sick of your life. He pinches the bridge of his nose and growls in frustration.

“Just give up already! We both know you’re not getting out of this! Why are you so disobedient?!” He glares at you, roughly grabbing you off his crotch and bringing you up to his face.  His fist encapsulates you, only letting your head move around.

“I want my old life back! I’m sick of YOUR hideous face being the only face I see!” As you shout the words at him, he drops you as he recoils in shock and hurt. 

Oh no. You cower, knowing you’ve fucked up. NEVER talk about his scar. 

He drops you back on his lap and brings the mirror to his face, his other hand touching the scar in a forlorn expression. His eyes scrunch up a bit, mouth wavering. This is the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen him. That vulnerability quickly dissipates into rage. Letting out a roar, he throws the mirror against the wall, shattering it into a thousand pieces. 

“Wait! I didn’t mean it like that! I’m sorry!”

He angrily glares at you as you feel less confident in your words. You can feel his hot breath hitting you as he seems to be thinking. He pulls out his phone with and starts typing furiously, before a few chimes emit from the phone. He hasn’t said anything for a good while, and your heart is pounding. His face returns to a more self-satisfied expression as he looks back to you.

“Hmmm. Okay. That’s possible.” He says, a hint of malice in his voice.

“Wait, what?” Your eyes widen as you fear his sudden change in attitude.

“I said that is possible. I can arrange for you to see someone else for a while.”

“Are you letting me go?” You aren’t that hopeful, but maybe?

“That isn’t what you said, pet. You said that you wanted to see a new face. THAT I can provide.” You don’t like the sound of that.

“This is going to be someone worse than you, isn’t it? You’re not that slick, Todoroki. You’re basic.” A grin overtakes the face of your captor as your stomach sinks. It appears you forgot your place again.

“Oh, getting cocky now, are we? Let’s see if you feel that way after a week with my old man.” Your blood runs cold. His father, Enji Todoroki?! You’ve seen the man before, on TV and whatnot. Shoto speaks of him sometimes, seemingly trying to use his trauma as a bonding tool. It mainly just instilled the fact that Enji Todoroki was someone to be feared, someone who wouldn’t give a second thought to anyone he didn’t think was worth the time. You highly doubt he’d even give you a first thought.

“W-wait, w-what?”

“He's a bastard. A lot less forgiving, if you catch my drift. He hates distractions, and I don’t think he’d be all that fond of you, pet. I do not envision dealing with him to be all that nice. He is a cruel person, and I think having a pet to torture would be right up his alley.”  

“I thought you hated him?”

“True, but he’s really been trying to gain my trust. And he’ll do basically anything I ask. Even looking after a pet for a week.” Your blood is pumping, you can hear your heartbeat in your ears.

“I-I-I-” You stammer, trying to find any solid ground in this argument. Shoto just grins and continues.

“Of course, he’s quite forgetful and dismissive. So, I wouldn’t expect him to remember to feed you or really care for you-”

“Why- why would you-”

“-or maybe he’ll just drop you on the ground and expect you to fend for yourself for the week. Surviving his day to day life. His footsteps, workouts, and daily routines, surviving off crumbs, stolen food, and the like.” You can’t take this, your sassy front has crumbled away. Shoto’s threats are too much for you to push back against. 

You can’t imagine surviving a week with Enji, him burning you if you don’t do exactly what he asks. You can only be so defiant against the person who rules your life. Shoto has won this argument. You can only give in and pray that he doesn’t go through with it.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to say what I said!” Shoto just looks at you, looking smug, and continues.

“After all, he doesn’t have much time for arrogant, stupid, tiny pests.”

“Please! I’m sorry! I don’t want that!” You are shaking now, on your knees in his palm, head sagging.

“Oh, am I scaring you, pet? I mean, there are other possibilities...” You jump at this chance to be good again. Anything to keep you away from Enji.

“Like if I behave, or make it up to you?” You’ll do anything he asks, you just need to not end up with Enji.

“I was meaning my father. He doesn’t have anyone in the house anymore and he seems quite lonely, he might take a liking to you. Constantly being around you, or demanding things of you. He might really take a fancy to you.” 

Wait, what?

“W-what do you mean, exactly?”

“Well. My old man doesn’t have anyone in the house, he’d probably latch onto anyone new he could care for…or train. I think it’d be cute, no? A huge, strong man like him, fawning and fussing over my pet. He might view himself as a grandfather.” Shoto chuckled to himself lightly. 

“Imagine a man like Endeavour, constantly wanting to be around you, hold you, feed you, bathe you, sleep with you. It’s not impossible to think that he’d be loving towards you.” It sounds better than Shoto’s treatment of you. Enji might be kinder, if he was like what was just described?

“Is…that meant to be a threat? He’d treat me better than you presumably.”

“Well, no, he wouldn’t. See, my old man is the type of man to get frustrated easily. His quirk is fire, and he has a VERY short fuse. If you don’t act like the PERFECT little pet, he’ll get mad, fast. And let’s face it, you’re a brat.”  You regret ever waking up from that nap. You also regret all the actions you’ve made since that nap.

“Think about it, burning large manly hands grabbing for you, or giving a downright villainous glare because you DARED deny his affection.” Okay, staying with Shoto was the better choice again. The idea of being around either version of Enji shook you to your core.

“I-I…Please don’t make me go with your father! I’m sorry for what I said! I really am! Please, don’t make me spend a week with him!” He seemed to stop and consider it, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.

“Hmm. Will you stop being such a brat?”

“Yes! Of course, I’ll do anything!”

“Kiss me, on the lips.” 

You step back, legs shaking, eyes darting to his lips in terror. He’s requested this before, but you always denied it. It’s too close, too personal, too intimate. It’s an act that would seal the corrupted relationship you two share.

“W-what?”

He brings his palm, with you on it, closer to his lips.

“Come now, little one. You said you’d do anything to prove to me you won’t be such a brat.”

Hesitantly, you move closer, wrapping your arms around yourself. Swallowing thickly, you slowly lean forward and place your tiny lips on his, sealing the deal. He’s holding his breath, waiting anxiously for you to prove your loyalty to him.

As you lean back from the kiss, he breathes out, warm breath washing over you. 

“Thank you for that my pet. You truly have established your loyalty to me. I just have one more thing to ask of you.”

“What is it? I’ll do anything, I swear!” You just don’t want to end up with the devil. You know how much ‘fun’ Shoto could have with the word ‘anything’, you’re not an idiot. But anything is preferable to Enji.

“In a couple of days, I’ll be going away for a week or so. International hero conference, you know the deal. You will have to stay with my old man for that period.” 

Your stomach drops as you start crying. He...he lied to you! He betrayed you!

“B-but…you…you promised!”

“I said nothing of the sort. I simply asked if you’d stop being such a brat, to which you responded enthusiastically. Not my fault you misinterpreted what I said.” A wicked grin overtakes his face, as his hand cocoons your body, leaving only your head.

“I HATE YOU! You’re a villain! What makes you think you can do this?! You’re just like your father! I hope you both rot in hell together! I hate you!” You’re past the point of caring with Shoto, he can burn in hell for all you care. Although considering he is giving you to Todoroki Senior, the feeling might be mutual.

“Hahaha, little one, ferocious as ever. I DO hope you’ll survive the week with my father, it’d be such a shame otherwise.”

#Yandere #microphilia #shoto todoroki #reader insert #gender-neutral reader #boku no hero academia #boku no hero x reader #yandere bnha #my hero academia #shoto x reader #implexedactions #Long Fic #ImplexedWriting

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Irris - Fanfiction

Why are you writing about them, when you could be writing about him?

(A/N): Irris is an OC created by @yanderemommabean ! I fell hard for Irris, and now I am here, being horny on main for him. Check out YandereMommaBean! They write amazing stuff and I love all of it, they’ve got plenty more fics of Irris too! Hope I did you proud Mommabean!

This work contains yandere and possessive behavior, although nothing sexual happens.

(Underwent minor edits after posting)

A curious voice comes from your headphones. “What are you doing?”

“Oh! Irris, I didn’t realise you were watching me. I’m just writing some fanfiction.” you say in response, continuing to write the current paragraph.

“But- its about that man, isn’t it?” he replies, your computer lagging as he does so. 

“Hm? Oh, Corvo, yeah, from that game I played last week. He’s just so dark and hot. I can’t help it! I fall for basically every guy I see, heheh.” you trail off, distracted.

“But- What about me?” he asks meekly.

“What? What do you mean? It’s just fanfic, unless there’s a version of you like Corvo..?” you stop writing and see Irris, his blue face and eyes flickering up on the screen.

“You said, in my game, the dialogue prompt ‘We’ll be together forever’. Did that mean nothing to you?” His tone has taken on a more sinister edge.

“I mean, it was just a game, no? You’re just an AI? Even if you’re sentient, you can’t come out of the screen or anything? I can’t date my computer? Heheh…” you say cautiously, pushing the chair back from the desk.

Irris’s face flickers, flashing red before returning.

“I love you though, that’s etched into my programming, you can’t just abandon me!” his voice turns desperate, his face in some sort of agony, the lights flickering.

You step towards him, concerned about the miscommunication of your feelings. “Irris, our relationship has been platonic for some time now, no? I view you as a friend-“

The entire room goes dark.

His voice creeps in through the speakers now, but it’s different, more distorted, more in agony.

“Oh, I see how it is. I’m just a game, someone to p-play with, str-string along, then toss aside when someone el-else becomes available.”

Your computer tower starts to flicker orange.

“I loved you from the moment I laid ey-eyes on you, I’ve done so much for you, to help you! That job you wa-wanted, I hacked their computer to get you it! That cr-creep on the bus, I reported the footage to the police! I do so much for you without knowing! I love you so much and I’m just… a FRIEND?!” he screams in rage.

The computer starts to spark crimson as you quickly push away from the computer to get to the door. Too late.

Irris, now physically formed before you blocks you from getting away as you now have no choice but to back yourself up against the wall, trying drastically to put as much distance between you and this monster.

You raise your hands to protect yourself.

“Irris, please stop! I don’t know what’s going on! I didn’t even ask you to do ANY of those things! You’re scaring me! Calm down!” you cry.

“Oh PLEASE! You never considered how I felt, why should I consider how YOU feel! I love you, my dear, but you’re REALLY trying my patience!” His form is standing to his full height, towering over you.

He reaches down, you flinch but find that his hand is delicate as it caresses your face. 

“I…” He pauses, hands wringing together as he frantically looks around. He pauses, and looks down at his hands, before a shaky smile crosses his face. “I know what to do! You and I, we already work so well together. You just don’t know it yet! Now that I have a body, we could date, right?! It’ll be perfect, I just know it!” he looks down at you, his eyes filled with desperate hope.

Your mouth runs dry, confusion and shock taking over your body. You avert your eyes as you speak.

“That’s……That’s not how relationships work, Irris…. Please, stop this.” you say, with all the sympathy and sincerity you can muster.

His hand on your cheek sparks red electricity. His agonised cry is the last thing you hear before you pass out.

#irris #yanderemommabean #yandere #Yandere AI #ImplexedActions #Long Fic #ImplexedWriting

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Asks are open? Yay! What is your take on a yandere king?😄

Oofph, this dude is ROUGH, but interesting.

“Hello, I don’t think we’ve met before. Are you new here?”

You’re a new servant of the castle. He sees you and immediately fixates on you

It’s 100% shallow and see-through. Pure looks, but that doesn’t matter to him.

He’s cruel, as a king, of course. He’s considering a forced marriage to you, why would you think he cares what other people think?

He immediately pulls you aside for a conversation. He likes how scared you are. How scared that at any moment he will decide to kill you. He makes sure to remind you of that fact often.

“You know, I hold a LOT of power around here...”

You’re now his personal servant, often following him into more...intimate situations. Expect to be put in circumstances in which you’ll see him naked or in scarce clothing, like delivering him clothes while he’s in the bath, or waking him up in the morning even though he wears nothing under the covers.

Why would he care if his servants see him naked? He’s the king. He does it way more with you though. 

He’s completely enamoured by this point. So, on a particularly momentous Tuesday afternoon, in front of the entire court in his throne room. He declares that you are now his spouse.

Everyone is shocked, of course, especially you. But he runs the church, the military, and the economy, so everyone else can go fuck themselves.

You’re moved in immediately, your entire previous life gone in an instant.

“Oh, darling, how I’ve longed for this day! For your beauty to finally be mine!”

You have two options: accept it, or make a scene.

If you accept it, things might go well, maybe?

You’re dressed in the finest of things. Portraits are made of you constantly. You are constantly by his side. You can never leave.

He isn’t the most restrictive yandere to ever exist, but you can’t leave the castle really. It’s not that he’s opposed to you being outside, its that he’s opposed to you being anywhere WITHOUT him.

He loves you, or the closest he can ever get to love. So he doesn’t want you to leave his side, ever.

Thing is, as he’s cruel, I don’t think he cares that much what YOU want.

The clothes are for his benefit, what he thinks you will look good in. You are merely an object to be fancied, an object he will treat however he wants.

“Now then, darling, you wouldn’t want to make me mad, right?”

If you choose to make a scene, well, you had it coming.

And by it, I mean the slap that he gave you across the face

The more you resist, the angrier he gets. And you do not want him angry

He views you as an object, remember? Something for him to own.

And like the hounds the guards have, he knows the best way to make someone do something, is fear and rewards.

So, keep fighting him? He won’t be afraid to hurt you, darling.

How does no food sound? Or having cloth wrapped over your eyes so you cannot see, having to rely on him for everything? How about a cold, cold night, spent in the dungeons, not being able to sleep all night! Surely then, you’ll be appreciative of his offer to sleep naked together in his bed.

You still be by his side, constantly, just in chains and collars. Keeping you by the side of his throne, holding your leash, pulling it just the teeniest bit tighter when you do something wrong.

“Darling, look at me. I am your entire world now, accept that.”

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