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idanceuntilidie · 4 months

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YAN DEMON X HUMAN READER X YAN ANGEL PLS SORRY I HADNT REALIZED YOU DIF ANGEL ALREADY VKVK

I hope it was okay!! it accidentally got long.. sorry pookie wookie woo damn this would make a good vn ngl

yan angel x gn reader x yan demon

tw: yandere themes and behaviours, mentions of killing

The light from the billboard always shinesBut it changed twelve times since you went away

Requests are open

“An angel sat on one shoulder, a devil on the other. Both of them wore my face.” But you are not really sure they have your face. You are not a very religious person, so you didn’t understand why they decided to bother you exactly but at least you weren’t lonely anymore. Mirui appeared first, you remember the meeting very well, hell, it gave you a heart attack. You work in a small cafe, a gem hidden in the mud. You liked it very much, your boss was nice and you even made friends with some of the people you worked with.

Well you didn’t think it was so nice and fun now, working as the cashier reminded you about the thing you dreaded. Interactions with other beings that you do not know, see for the first time and could be really fucking mean at times. Homosapiens. A woman in her mid twenties stood in front of you, waving her hands and screaming her lungs out. Your polite smile tightens as your nails dig painfully into your forearm. She found out that what she ordered was really expensive, it’s weird because there are prices next to the stuff you guys make. The woman's face flushed deep beet red in anger, and you are pretty sure she spat on you. Ew. You heard a small chuckle followed by a loud snort and laughter from your right, it startled you, but when you looked there you saw no one. After another fit of laughter you noticed a small red thing sitting on your right shoulder. A small human-like creature. It looked back at you, eyes flickering with mischief and a small full of white sharp teeth. “You should spill that coffee on her, ya know? It’s still hot, it can’t go to waste” it said Your eyes slowly went back to the screaming woman, then on the hot coffee on the counter.

To be fired or not to be fired, that is the question. Before you even got a chance to fully think this through, your boss appeared behind you and shooed you away to deal with the customer. Your boss was a savage old lady, the customer stood no chance against her. Out of sight out of mind. The small demon muttered something, disappointed, it crossed its arms and pouted. You scurried away, to the kitchen to take your mind off of things and maybe help around a bit.

Faith appeared a few weeks after Mirui did, successfully stopping you from chugging only energy drinks, spilling coffee and doing pranks on rude customers. “Do it, do it, do it, do it!” she giggled manically, clapping her hands happily. Today Mirui decided to be feminine, she sat on your right shoulder like she always did. You noticed every day she had new outfits, very revealing of course, it made you blush slightly. “Shut up, I can't focus.” “Dear child, they might fire you.” a new voice on your left stated calmly. God damn it another one. This time a painfully white angel sat on your left shoulder. He didn’t even look at you, his attention was focused on little stone tablets sitting on his lap.

“Ew who the fuck are you” Mirui spat pointing a very sharp manicured finger on the angel.

“The only rational one here” “It looks disgusting, Y/N quickly throw it off!” she grabbed your collar and shook it violently. The angel rolled its eyes and looked at her. “Stop it demon spawn, I was sent here to make sure this disgusting-” it started but when it looked at Mirui, a look of disgust appeared on its face. “Piece of work won’t do too much damage to such a pure soul, y/n leave that salt alone.” You and Mirui groaned, you will have revenge on that karen. “You suck” “Go suck dick and shut up” “Language both of you” “Ew, let’s call it Faith or Angelico or something, it’s basic- just like it” Mirui gagged. Faith went back to his stone tablets, not looking at you or the demon. Even though it wasn’t looking, you could feel how he judges you. In the end, they didn’t leave you alone.

You wake and fall asleep to their constant bickering. You figured it’s because Mirui is a demon, and Faith is an angel. Or maybe it’s because they are so different? It makes you tired honestly. Yet their different personalities and behaviors made your life a little bit more interesting.

Faith sat on the edge of the couch, watching as Mirui did a little fashion show. You were forced to watch too, he wouldn’t leave you alone if you didn’t. Your eyesight got a little blurry, you were tired. Very very tired, so in the end you couldn’t help but just doze off. Mirui noticed it first, giddy as he returned to his normal size. Giggling and swinging his feet as he watched you slowly fall asleep. Carefully, he gets up to sit right next to you. He sighed dreamily as he played with you hair. Aren’t you just the cutest? Naive too, just perfect. He nuzzled against your cheek, smiling widely. He could feel how warm your body was, hell he could even smell you. Mirui covered his mouth with his hand to prevent the laughter that was slowly bubbling up.

He heard a very loud scoff from Faith and when he looked at them, they had a very unpleasant look on their face.

“What’s up?” he smiled „Jealous?”

„It’s disgusting how you cling to them when they are asleep.” Faith hissed

“Oh is the baby mad because they don’t have the balls to actually get this close?” Mirui smiled proudly, cuddling up to you even closer than possible. You stirred a bit in your sleep, your pretty face scrunching in confusion before returning to a calm state. He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep on your side, only to be yanked back by his hair by Faith. “Back off, you demon scum” “Oh oh careful now or I might start to like it” “I am serious Mirui” Faith hissed, grabbing the demon's throat as they squeezed it painfully. Their touch was painful, Mirui swore he heard a small sizzling which made him hiss. “leave, they are mine and you knew that.” “fuck off, I love them more than your sorry ass does.” he said as he tried to get away from the angel.

It happened a lot, especially when you slept. None of them wanted to give you up, let the other have your love and attention which resulted in fighting. Oh how surprised you would be if you found out that those arguments were about you, and they didn’t just appear out of thin air. Hell they have known you way before you even noticed their existence. Always there, in the background, watching, listening, admiring. Mirui was first to approach, thinking that Faith would eventually back off, and then he wouldn’t need to kill them, but they didn’t.

And Faith, well, at first they didn’t know about Mirui, but when he eventually wanted to meet you he saw that little red slut sitting on your shoulder whispering sins. Oh their poor sweetheart, tainted and tortured by a monster. He decided to watch for a bit then appear as your savior.Now both of them are stuck being next to each other almost all the time, none of them would give up though. They will stay by your side.

Your eyes slowly open to see a white and red blob strangling each other. Your face twists into a frown, before sighing and going back to sleep.

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mamayan · 6 months

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How about Genya x muzans daughter reader....

+nsfw 😳

Don’t regret that creative freedom lol… Oooooo okay here we go~ I’m ngl I really love sub Genya rn~

Genya Shinazugawa x Demon! Fem! Reader

cw: NSFW • Dubcon • Dom! Fem!Reader • Sub! Genya • Humiliation/Degradation • Condescending Praise • Bondage • Enemies to Pet/Owner (Lovers) • Fingering (M) • Milking (handjob) •Dacryphilia

P.2 Here

“Mmphh—!” Muffled shouts and banging filled the clean small room, empty of all furniture or any decoration.

“We should kill this insolent human—! How dare he injure the Lady—,” the strangled voice of a ghastly demon spoke, trembling but sneering up at the young man tied and hung from the ceiling.

Stripped naked aside from his fundoshi, Genya had awoke to realize he hadn’t died in the battle with that female demon, instead it seemed you spared him for some other nefarious plan. Likely it was to consume him, to which he wouldn’t go down without a fight. He hoped to severe your head from your neck before you got the chance, kill your worthless little henchmen too.

Because you were in a league of your own, more important and savage than even the upper six.

You were none other than Muzan Kibutsuji’s daughter, a demon so powerful it was a wonder he’d even held his own so long in battle with you. It was purely grit that kept him going, and surprise on his end when he took a shot and struck you. He’d gotten a little of your blood in the fight, consumed it and kept up with your deadly abilities.

It seemed that was all he could do though. Keep up, just barely. Unable to turn the tide nor truly defeat you.

The shoji sliding open caught his attention, but in the position he’d been tied in, he could only turn his head to look. As the pretty painted paper door opened, his dark purple gaze widened as you strolled in casually. You carried the same arrogant air as your father, haughty eyes narrowing in appreciation as they locked on him. It made his skin crawl, the look you settled on him. He had no where to run though, neither his katana nor gun, and he’s still tied and hung from the ceiling like a display.

It didn’t stop him from cursing you behind his gag, veins popping along his face as you waved away your reluctant henchmen.

“L-Lady…”

“Leave.”

They didn’t disobey a second time, exiting upon your words and shutting the shoji on their way out.

There you stood, neat and lovely in a beautiful kimono while he was still bloodied and mildly injured from battle, wrists restrained behind his back and hog tied to be strung up.

“Your name, human?” He hated how composed you were, vile creature of the night that you were. He’d rather you just act out your wicked plan without putting on airs.

He made another muffled noise, but hoped his sarcasm and fury were properly conveyed despite the cloth blocking any words.

“I’ll remove this so you may answer.” You moved slowly, zori silent as you neared him. He was hung perfectly to your height, face directly before your own as you stood expressionlessly. You removed the gag, not flinching even as he spit on you with his wild rage.

“FUCKING DUMB DEMON BITCH—! ILL KILL YOU—!”

“Hn. Test subject is volatile. Noted.”

“WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?! FIGHT ME YOU DAMNED MONSTER—!”

“Test subject needs further examination. Prospects promising.”

“I WILL TEAR YOUR HEAD FROM YOUR NECK—Mmmphh—?!” He’s silenced by the gag again, this time the cloth being shoved completely into his mouth, your speed faster than any normal human left Genya unable to react or prevent the intrusion.

“That’s alright, you can stay quiet, I’ll just take a few samples for now. I’ll ask for your name again later, human.” He despises how careless you act, as if he’s some sort of cattle and not a living creature with free will. His wild gaze is blood shot, but he tracks your movements as you remove a small beaker from inside the sleeve of your kimono.

“I’ll need this filled. I figured you’d appreciate me taking the sample rather than those lower demons. I need it fairly quickly after all.” He doesn’t understand, even as you set the beaker down on the ground and rolled your sleeves up. “Of course, if necessary I can have them collect it for me. The choice is yours, human.” Your smile is beautiful, like a poisonous flower blooming, and something ominous floods his senses.

“Let’s see, I’ll need this out of the way.” You murmur softly, and Genya stills as he feels your cool skin graze his lower abdomen, smooth and soft as it trails lower and he panics.

“M-mmphh!”

“Oh, are you a virgin perhaps?” Genya feel his face flush at your bold words, unable to keep up with what was occurring. It hardly mattered how little he could understand, your hand didn’t stop again as it easily untied his fundoshi and exposed his flaccid cock to the cool air. His struggle increased, frantic and violent as he thrashed for escape, but he still in shock when you wrapped your hand around him. His stiffening doesn’t go unnoticed, your lips curving higher as you coo at him, as if he’s a child. “How cute, does this feel good, human? Do you like how my hand feels around your cock?” He wants to fight, he wants to kill you, but he’s been left powerless and despite his mind screaming with indignation… his cock swells. In your grip, his cock begins to harden against his will, a jolt of pleasure sparking through him as you squeeze.

“My, such a good boy, my judgement wasn’t wrong at all it seems.” He chokes on a cough as you begin to jerk him, the feeling so different than his own rough palm he’s fucked countless times, sharp spikes of euphoria shooting down his spine as he soaks his gag. “Wow, just like a dog. You’re drooling through your gag.” He feels his chest and face grow further inflamed at your observations, eyes pricking at the corners because it feels too good, it’s beginning to numb his mind embarrassingly quickly.

“Amazing. It’s twitching so much and I’ve hardly touched you. You really must be a virgin, about to cum with only this much.” He feels hatred and humiliation swirl in his stomach, but the pleasure keeps clouding his mind. He really is going to cum.

“Go on, human, fill it up.” His eyes look down to see the beaker held just under his tip.

“It’s just like milking a cow~” tears finally fall as his moan gets muffled and he cums, hot spurts of semen shooting into the beaker. It barely fills the bottom line though, and your tsk of annoyance makes him raise his head where it had fallen limp.

“This is all? I need much more.” Your eyes look villainous, cruel, hard, and a bit gleeful too, staring into his weakened watery gaze. “Be a good pet human, I’m not stopping till I have my complete sample.” Drool leaks out from the corner of the gag, sliding down his sharp chin and falling to the tatami mats below. He flinches and whines when you grip his slowly deflating cock, back arching as you tug it. You watch as his eyes roll back, fight leaving him considerably quickly. “Is this too much? Poor thing. I can make you cum another way though, don’t worry.” Your words do the opposite of soothe him though, as you dip a finger into the beaker and coat it in his own cum.

Then you’re disappearing from his vision, going behind him, where his body tenses again as your finger presses against the tight ring of muscle to his anus.

“Maybe you’ll cum more if I fuck you here.” He wants to shout at you, tell you that isn’t where a man is supposed to be fucked, but he can’t and you’re already pressing inside him.

It burns just a bit, but his release makes the entrance just slick enough for him to take it without hinderance. The strange foreign fullness catching his attention more than the mild pain. Then you curl your fingers and he nearly howls.

His soft tuff of hair falls back as his head does, eyes staring up at the ceiling when you pull back and hit that spot again, making his toes curl and his cock jump to life. You’re merciless as you play around inside his ass, smile languid as you make him shiver and twitch, his mind shutting off again completely while he uselessly humps the air with his engorged cock, the tip occasionally thumping against his groin and making him further soak through his gag with drool.

Then he’s cumming again, the damn beaker opening presses against his tip as he fills it with twice as much cum as his previous release. He wants to die of humiliation, wants to deny the pleasure bleeding through his defenses, but he can’t. Even as you kindly remove his gag.

“Look at you, such a good boy. You really must be an anal slut to cum so much just from me playing with your ass alone.” He can’t help the tears falling, wobbly lip opening and closing around nothing. There’s no gag stopping him from spewing profanities now, but none come to mind. “Now…” he looks at the beaker, only a quarter full now.

“Shall we try both your ass and cock this time?”

You seem to have intentions to devour him in an entirely different way than he thought.

Dividers by @benkeibear

#Yan answers #Sub! Genya #Genya Shinazugawa #Genya Shinazugawa x reader #dom! reader #dom reader #Sub Genya x dom reader #kny genya #Genya smut #kny Genya smut #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny smut #dom reader smut #sub Genya smut

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heartfullofleeches · 1 month

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Erm.... But what if cc is the femboy yan to slasher darling........ Hear me out now....

Oh, I'm hearing you, chief- Being an incubus, Slasher Darling probably sees that witch who tore their heart into pieces in C.C as she was their first and only love - making him their prime target. C.C, bored out of his mind, decides to try out college life with a big emphasis on the parties. Pretty girls get more free drinks from his experiences so he decides to play the part dress wise. He gets a ton of attention from wandering eyes, but manages to develop a crush on his slasher of all people. Call him crazy, but something about those little "love letters" he receives strikes a different cord with him.

"You're so pretty.... Sometimes I wonder if you're that pretty on the inside too.... Would you let me check?"

"When I'm done with you I'll make sure nobody ever finds you. You'll be with me forever....I promise to take good care of you."

"You remind me so much of her.... but I think you might be prettier. Maybe that's why I want you so bad."

What a freak~♡ If Darling wants him so bad, all they have to do is climb through his window. He leaves it open for that exact reason. He has no clue who this other girl is, but he really wishes they'd stop bringing her up when they're trying to flirt - everything else they've written has been some of the most romantic shit C.C has ever read.

If Darling is ever able to get their hands on C.C, they won't be able to kill him by normal means. C.C falls more in love with Darling as they cradle his "lifeless" body in their arms. Imagine their horror when the body hidden in their apartment arrives for class the next day, and worse, walks right up to them and kisses them. C.C never paid them much attention before the "murder" because he knew it only drew them closer to him. Now that they've had such an intimate and passionate night together how can he ignore his lover?~

"You....but I..... You should be.....Was that all a dream?"

C.C pulls down the collar of his oversized sweater - purple marks kissing the pale flesh of his neck.

"Got the bruises to prove otherwise, babe. Pretty rude of you to leave me hanging after all that foreplay, but I'll forgive you if you visit me again tonight~ Maybe I can "stab" you with my knife this time?~"

Wh....What does she mean by that? It's at the same time Darling figures out that pretty girl they've been stalking cannot die that they realize....maybe he was never a girl in the first place.....and is now hunting them instead.

#C.C my oc #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere insert #yandere blurb #male yandere #yandere incubus #yandere demon #femboy yan

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yepperoniro · 11 months

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Three in the morning idea...

Alpha Hashiras x Omega Reader x Kamado Gang???

Did I add yandere? because, yeah, it has to be Yandere.

Master notes that the population of Demon Slayer Corp members keep getting weaker, and the Hashira's are on edge. So he figures let's solve both problems at once. He sends out Kakushi to locate a prime omega in their early 20 or late teens. That would be you.

You wake up in a strange, extremely fanciful manner with more questions than answers. But it all goes downhill because you felt your heat kicking in. You unintentionally follow the scent of alpha, which leads you to a room full of 6 unmated alphas, a mated pair, and one prime alpha - the Hashira.

You, in a shock, run off to the nearest building where you find solstice in a group of betas named Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Kanao, and Inosuke.

Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Kanao are all Platonic Yandere and want to protect you from being forcibly marked by one of the alphas.

Prime Alpha Tengen: Who has three omega wives already but could always use a prime omega wife.

Alpha Obanai and Alpha Mitsuri: Who are a mated pair and are looking for an omega to use as an incubator.

Alpha Kyojuro: Who wants nothing more than to find a mate and start a family.

Alpha Giyuu: Who has little interest in mating... until you come around and force him into his rut.

Alpha Sanemi: Who is the same as Giyuu. The only difference is that he plans on claiming you the second he sensed you.

Alpha Shinobu: Who is infuriated that her beta sister is banning her from getting herself an omega.

Alpha Gyomei: Who wants to shield you from all of the world's cruelties by marking you. For your protection, of course.

#demon slayer #kny fanfic #abo kny #yandere kny #yan abo #Yandere A/B/O KNY Idea #idea #yandere idea #yandere hashira #yandere hashira idea #alpha Hashiras #alpha/beta/omega au #omegaverse #yandere omegaverse #ideas...#3:00 ideas

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incorrectly-quoting-mxtx · 8 months

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allerghen · 7 months

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you are my tether in this world of dust

#that is definitely naawt the exact translation but #we ball #muuart #im the repost demon eheh #this is the dimension/crop im gonna use for prints saur #liuyao #mingqian #yan zhengming #cheng qian #六爻 #priest #danmei

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madamadragon · 3 days

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Why i didn't notice that these motherfukers

Are the split image of these other motherfukers

Pls cast Cheng Yi and Xiao Shunyao for tye live action I BEG YOU

#mysterious lotus casebook #li lianhua #li xiangyi #di feisheng #thousand autumns #shen qiao #yan wushi #they are the same person in different novels #Thousand Autumns is an au of Mysterious Lotus Casebook #demon lord yan wushi i present you demon king di feisheng #ex sect leader shen qiao i prent you no more sect leader li xiangyi

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merakiui · 3 months

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fun fact: belphie IS a yandere in canon! its actually something they put on one of his first promotional images for Japan- the one with "catnapping 7th-born" in English- just replace catnap with yandere! so all those red flags that he has are intentional :)

I need him in the most carnal, visceral, bone-breaking, mind-numbing way. I have been catching up on the little chats the characters can send you through text and omg,,, he's so AAAAAAAA.

#chit chat #i can take him.#in his demon form especially <3 #yan!belphie dynamic but it's just the trauma bond you've formed with him after he killed you that one time

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haru-with-mdzs · 2 months

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Before y'all come at me, these are the only series I've read so....

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 3 months

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Radical

《Anos Voldigoad / Isekai!Reader》

The Misfit of Demon King Academy

"You amuse me."

You blink, tilting your head at the male. "Uh..-" Slowly turning away, you eat another piece of gum, offering a piece to him.

Ending up in this world is not what you expected. You tried to be positive about it. But.. You felt kinda awkward about it Yet! You smiled and power-walked through it all!

In your strange adventure of wandering around and meeting new faces. You stumbled, or, Anos Voldigoad had met you.

He could almost feel the otherworldly strangeness you exhibited.

"(Y/N)." Anos stated, holding your shoulder. You stop walking and turn to him in confusion. Before shrugging and grabbing his hand, holding it casually and continuing walking forward with an uncaring smile. Unaware of the surprised look Anos had, the words he wanted to say forgotten.

The two of you were different as could be.

A strange human from another world while he was the demon king reborn! Who knew that the two of you would be the oddest socks in the drawer?

People were envious if your strange friendship with him. None dared to say a word of it. Fearing for their safety, while others found it comical, maybe even sweet..? ESPECIALLY for Anos.

You sit by the male as you discuss about your old world. Smiling excitedly as the male couldn't help but feel bitter at the thought of you being anywhere without him. He'd find it rather boring or unnatural without your enigmatic presence.

[Yay! Shout out to those who need a fic! Thanks for reading! Comments and hearts appreciated lots!!]

#The Misfit of Demon King Academy #the misfit demon king academy #anos voldigoad #anos voldigoad x reader #tmodka #yandere boy #yandere anos voldigoad #x y/n #demon king #yan demon king x reader #demon king x reader #the misfit of demon king academy #the misfit of demon king academy x reader

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trauma-loop · 6 months

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yandere sabotaging your life so they can approach you at your lowest...

they make your friends distance themselves from you, make you paranoid by breaking into your house and stealing things, keep you up at night so you can barely get any sleep... you're alone, scared and with no one to rely on... except that sweet person that approached you seemingly out of nowhere. they're so nice, kind and caring, and you're vulnerable and don't know any better, so you become dependent on them and don't question them at all...!

you don't care that no one else has talked to you in months because you have them. you don't think it's weird that they want to move in with you so soon, after all it's nice to have someone to care for you. they're all you know and before you realize, you can't live without them. you'd rather die than leave them. you feel ashamed for getting so attached while having no idea of the lengths they've gone through to make you theirs.

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melit0n · 4 days

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Delicate Is The Flesh

- Chapters -> Prologue

- Chapters will be updated as they are posted.

- Obsessive! Demon OC/Reader

- Word Count: 2.7k

- Warnings for chp: None

- Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55444003/chapters/140685856

Like the early morning star, your phone sends a bright, artificial light flooding throughout your darkened room. With each notification, it buzzes and hums against the wood of your nightstand, echoing against your four walls like a swarm of bees in the otherwise quiet room.

Being a light sleeper, something you picked up from years of waking up early to your parent's alarm to try and get a glimpse of their faces before 5pm, you’re easily awoken by the constant stream of messages pouring light into the tranquil, warm room.

Under the covers, you lie comfortably and in a drowsy state of drifting in and out of the dream world while the consistent noise pulls you like ocean currents back to the reality of your dim room. Your body begs for more sleep, but your mind whines at you to check your phone; this amount of notifications at what has to be the middle of the night must mean something important is happening, right? But you’re so warm…surely this can wait ‘till the morning when you’ve had a little bit more sleep?

To your sleep-deprived delight, the notifications seem to cease, and your room returns to its darkened state. Happily, you turn over, away from your phone, and cosy yourself further under the covers. A small, pleased grin graces your face as you slowly drift back into the warm, inky hold of sleep.

Bzz...bzz...bzz

But, much to your chagrin, the notifications keep on coming.

“Shut up…” is mumbled into your now warm pillow, your eyes snapping open to stare blearily at your ceiling before rubbing your face and closing them again.

Bzz bzz…bzz bzz…bzz bzz

Each damning notification wakes you up further and you become uncomfortably aware of how warm you are. Of the sweat on your face and trickling down your back. Your muscles groan and ache with the odd, uncomfortable position you’ve found yourself in as well; legs and arms twisted in on yourself like a pretzel.

“Okay! Okay…fine, I’m up…” Groaning loudly, you unfurl yourself and grasp fruitlessly at the air next to your bed stand, before accepting your fate and finally opening your eyes and finding your phone. A slew of notifications, all from a very familiar group chat named ‘The Loggers’ meet your strained eyes.

With a grimace, you recoil at the bright light of your screen before turning down the brightness and squinting at the messages that your half-awake brain can barely compute. Quickly skim-reading the conversation you were not yet privy to, you find your friends, well, two of them, fangirling over some abandoned site that they had ‘found’. By found, they mean there are multiple extensive articles written about it, a surprising abundance of YouTube videos and at least 4 threads of it on Reddit, all of which you can’t be bothered to read through at this time. You wouldn’t remember jackshit in the morning anyways.

As you’re about to put your phone back down on your nightstand and attempt to go back and get your dearly needed sleep, a message directly addresses you:

Jeanne: @Y/N read this:

It’s followed by a long link which, after clicking on it with a tired sigh, you’re half sure may or may not be a virus from the number of pop-up ads crammed into the site. You shuffle yourself further upright on your bed, back cracking with the movement. Carefully, you eye the small words in the article, reading:

On the brink of the bustling new city of Rosholt lies a forgotten palisade of abandoned homes, shops and streets that sit almost mummified after being deserted for so many years.

Neuhaven, a rebuilt mining town founded in the 1950s, sits unoccupied after a factory break out of, at the time, unknown, harmful toxins released into the air that made it uninhabitable for human and animal life alike on the 11th of June, 1972. The toxins caused irreparable damage to the human respiratory system, inducing almost plague-like symptoms of coughing up blood, extreme drowsiness, blueish colouring on the tips of fingers as well as auditory and visual hallucinations…

Below the paragraph lies a series of gory photographs; blackened lungs, missing fingers and bedridden children. However, one of the more disturbing photos that catches your eye is of multiple people with missing eyelids staring into the camera, or rather, staring right past it. Even through the pixels of your phone, you can see the utter terror contained inside their pupils.

You frown, almost clicking out of the article before your eyes glimpse the next paragraph.

…Unfortunately, the harmful chemical breakout was not noted to citizens of the town at the time. The full extent of the damage done only became fully clear when many of the aforementioned citizens became chronically ill; exhibiting signs of mental hysteria. Continuous hallucinations, paired with a debilitating illness no one seemed to be able to figure out the cause of, led many of the people of the God-fearing town to believe that this plague was a punishment from The Almighty Judge Himself. Or, perhaps, something more malevolent.

Well, your friends always had an interest in the morbid and macabre, didn’t they? All of you grew up inhaling online creepypastas, pixelated ARGs and horrifying LiveLeak videos like it was Oxygen, so, it was safe to say all of you were desensitised.

At least, to an extent.

Still, with the images of missing eyelids burned into your mind, which something inside of you told you were self-made, had you questioning why exactly your friends were so interested? Even from the few paragraphs you read, something put you off of this place.

It seemed less of an abandoned city and more of a mass graveyard.

Growing unnerved by the perturbing history of the town, you scrolled down further in hopes of skipping any more grisly photos.

After the official closing of the city in late June of the same year, the old town quickly became a hotspot for violent crime and drug dealings.

Oh. Brilliant.

Bodies of missing persons from across the country found their way down the river that flows between Rosholt and Neuhaven, almost like souls travelling down the river Styx, along with what morticians noted as ‘perfectly preserved’ corpses appearing and disappearing in the series of apartment blocks that Neuhaven houses and is, to this date, now most famous for.

Okay. Not worrying or terrifying at all.

However, across recent years, it has become a hub for urban explorers and true crime junkies alike. As well as this, the old town has begun to gain traction across social media due to its supposed ghost sightings.

At the word ‘ghost’, you perk up a bit, shifting upright in your bed. The covers rustle loudly in the light silence of your room.

Popular Urban Exploration videos turn into ghost-hunting videos that garner thousands of views. Despite this, many people believe that the ‘ghost’ sightings are simply hallucinations from possible leftover chemicals in the air (although a study of the area’s air by the state in worries of this shows no such thing) and the few that are caught on video are a result of electromagnetic waves coming from the radiation plant that provides power to Rosholt causing issues with any recording gear. Or, quite simply, many videos are believed to be edited. Nonetheless, they still make their rounds on social media.

Even with its recent boom of popularity, the city lies cornered off most months due to continued police investigation over drug dealing and by order of the local council due to plans to further expand Rosholt and demolish Neuhaven. Nevertheless, people still find a way to get in…

Another notification hangs over the top of your phone screen, which you tap on, only to see one of your friends sending links to YouTube videos, all with similar thumbnails of ‘Ghost caught on camera!’ or ‘Dead body found!’.

For the sake of your sanity, you go against watching any of them.

Jeanne: thoughts @Y/N @Helen? We're on break and we need something to do

Helen: Looks fun but the drug dealing, dead bodies and the whole being patrolled by the local council and police is a bit of a no-go for me. Has Noah already said yes?

Noah: Yeahh, it looks interesting from what I’ve seen, it isn’t every day you get the chance to see an abandoned city anyways. Plus, I’d rather Jeanne didn’t go alone and get done in by cops again lmaoo

Jeanne: Id be just fine on myself asshat <3

Jeanne sends a quick-fire response to Noah's 'insult' before attempting to convince Helen again.

Jeanne: I get u but when are we ever gonna be able to explore a whole abandoned city? Even if we only do certain buildings per night?

Helen: There’s so many other abandoned towns that aren’t patrolled by half a city’s police force. Plus, didn’t one of the other articles say that that town was radiated from a leak at the power plant in the big city as well? Getting radiated so I can’t go out in the sun ever again is putting me off a bit.

A video, a screen-recorded one instead of a link, is then sent over of some dude wandering around with what looks like a very damaged Geiger counter as he roams what you guess to be the shell of the city. Not a single bit of what would be considered dangerous radiation is picked up; at least nothing over the typical 20 counts per minute.

Noah: That fix your worries? Lololol

Helen: It’s still picking up something?

Noah: I know I help you out with Science sometimes but were you MIA when we did radiation or something? That’s just natural radiation, same amount you probably give off

Helen: Is that meant to be an insult? Lol.

Noah: No?? Of course not

Jeanne: @Y/N, what do u think? Stop looming over the convo Batman I can see ure online

Shit. You completely forgot they could see that.

For a couple of minutes, you go back and forth, trying to type a digestible response that doesn’t look like you just keyboard smashed, and, y’know, also contemplating if you really do want to go see an abandoned city and run the risk of seeing a corpse. Or, even worse, get tied up in watching someone become one.

You: Looks cool but the dead body thing definitely isn’t. Plus, if people are talking about there still being chemicals in the air, I’d rather not run the risk of getting whatever the fuck those people back in the 70s got

Helen: Thank you.

Jeanne: u two are such pussies! U know how articles like that like to blow stuff out of proportion, and anyways that stuff with all the dead bodies was ages ago, nothings happened for years

You frown at the response. Dead bodies are still dead bodies, even if they did appear years ago.

You: I’m still not too on board with walking around in what is basically a massive grave site

Noah: It’s only an hour and a half’s road trip away, closer than anything like Pripyat or Pentedattilo, and they said they plan to demolish it soon as well

Another lengthy article you don’t bother to click on is sent with the cut-off title of ‘Rosholt’s expansion plans for…’

Jeanne: by the time our break has ended that shit might be gone and we’d never be able to explore it. And its so fucking close to us as well!! Would just be a shame if we didnt get to see it

A few seconds of silence permeate the groupchat before Helen speaks yet again.

Helen: I still don’t know about this.

You take a moment to think it over, staring at the wall opposite you in bleary contemplation. Admittedly, your plans for the break had consisted of sleeping, bingeing films, rotting in bed and maybe going out to see a film or going shopping if one of your friends tried hard enough to convince you.

Your group had been going urban exploring ever since you can remember. You were half sure it was only because it was one of the few meetups you’d almost always easily agree to, but, either way, it was your Thing, so to speak. Abandoned malls, old diners, broken down farmhouses, you name it, your group had done it.

However, an abandoned city was new. Even with the threat of dead bodies and chemical poisoning, you were quite frankly intrigued. Maybe your friends would even let you off having to go somewhere with them for the rest of the break if you did this with them.

Don’t get it wrong, you don’t hate your friends, not in the slightest; there’s no way you would’ve been able to keep them for so many years if you did. Quite simply, you just aren’t one for extensive social interaction, especially when it means leaving the comfort of your apartment. Your friend Jeanne called you a homebody for it, Noah called you a ‘shut in with unaddressed social interaction issues’, which, way to hit you in the gut, and your other friend, Helen, simply called you reserved.

So, maybe, going here could get them off your back for a bit.

You: What date were you thinking?

Jeanne: I was thinking tomorrow? That sound good for everyone?

Another message is quickly sent.

Jeanne: I mean later today lmao, didnt realise it was that late, everyone good w/ that?

Noah: Good 4 me

Jeanne: nice! Helen?

Helen: I think I’ll be sitting this one out.

Jeanne: come onnnnn we gotta do it with the whole group! Won’t be the same without uuu

A few seconds pass with radio silence from Helen, and you watch with an odd amount of anticipation as the words ‘Helen is typing…’ disappear and reappear on your screen.

Helen: Fine.

Jeanne: WOOOOO

Noah: YESSSS

Smiling widely at your friend's reactions, and typing a response of your own, you put your focus back on the date. Tomorrow. You glance over at your alarm clock; 2:49am. Tomorrow as in...today. Tomorrow as in today where you’re currently getting a very minimal amount of sleep. Like a balloon, you feel your whole body deflate at the thought of having to spend part of your afternoon, and most likely all of your evening, in this abandoned city while running on a few hours of sleep....with one of the most energetic extroverts you've ever met; Jeanne.

You: Can we do it any other day? How about next week?

Noah: My brother and I are going on holiday with our parents after the end of this week for the next two weeks :’((

Helen: I’ve got to go back and forth between school for final coursework, remember? I don’t know when I’ll be completely free other than tomorrow and the day after that.

Jeanne: so its set, tomorrow yeah? That good with everyone?

Helen: Yes.

Noah: Yup

Sighing dramatically, you type out your answer.

You: Okay :D

A few more messages are sent through which you don’t bother to read through. You glance yet again at your clock and groan, praying that they don’t decide they want to go at the crack of dawn. Unlike you, your friends were all morning people if anything. Noah was a night owl who could run on three hours of sleep, down a shot of caffeine, wake up at 5:30 and spend the rest of his day fine. Helen naturally woke up early, body still half stuck in a different time zone, and Jeanne liked having every minute of sunlight that she possibly could.

You, on the other hand, suffered through never having enough sleep, body and mind consistently refusing to let go of the past and sending you through reams of vivid nightmares that seemed to have haunted you ever since you were a kid.

Plus, you certainly didn’t have the money for a therapist to prescribe you melatonin, or any other sleeping drug for that matter, let alone the prescription itself.

With a frown of disdain and yet another glance at your alarm clock, you gently turn your phone onto silent and place it back to charge on your nightstand.

Plans can wait; you’re too damn tired for this shit. Two weeks off from school promised you at least a better chance at getting a full eight hours of sleep, and you’ll be damned if you don’t get it.

Grumbling nonsense to yourself, you wrap yourself back into a warm blanket burrito, already knowing you’ll regret how warm and sweaty you’ll be by the morning, and slowly but surely fall back into the warm arms of sleep. Hopefully, with no nightmares.

Well, at least you’ve actually got plans for Winter break now. And hey, what could go wrong, right?

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👉👈👀 feisty unwilling darling being tamed by gentle force of their yandere... I'm starving, Yanny 😭 please, I beg you- feed me with a KNY man!

(don't have to but you made me thirsty now)

Chef Yan prepares the dish—

Yandere Kyojuro Rengoku x GN! Darling!

★Patience★

Trigger Warnings: Obsessive/Possessive Themes • Yandere Themes • Implied Kidnapping • Implied Imprisonment • Isolation/denial of interaction • Manipulation • Psychological breakdown

He’s a patient man despite what the young slayers who assist him on missions or the kakushi who follow behind might assume.

He’s patient with the civilians he saves, letting them ramble out their gratitude and whimper their fears. He’s patient with his younger brother, never rushing his training or pushing when he shouldn’t. He’s patient with you the most though.

It requires a certain level of patience to come home to your screeching. The curses and hissed insults tossed his way, the way your eyes burn with hatred and lips spit vitriol. He’s patient even when you devolve into something less than human, an animal fighting in its enclosure, unable to come to terms with its capture. Clawing at his flesh when he tries to feed you, knocking down bowls and plates until they clatter on the tatami mats. Your squeals and battle cries as you head-butt him and snarl your victory when blood trickles down his face, staining the new yukata he’d gifted you for the spring season you wouldn’t get to see.

He’s a patient man until he isn’t. He’s no without temper himself, and while he’d found the fight amusing and even adorable in the beginning, he sees it’s not dying like he presumed it would. You’re like a flame, finding anything and making it your kindling, burning all within your path as you ignite even simply looking at him. Fires can’t burn without fuel though, and while it makes his teeth ache as he clenches them in concentration, he manages to avoid seeing you that day.

You went without food or even a glimpse of blonde after a particularly foul tantrum. You’d screamed that death would be better than this hell, but Kyojuro truly felt annoyance at the statement. How was a beautiful home he’d had built entirely for you a living hell? The food he does his best to make, though admittedly you eat professionally prepared meals more often than not, that was hell too? Was his presence so disgusting you must scrunch your lovely features up when he appears?

He’s patient, even when all he wants to do is comfort and hold you when he hears your angry cries the first and second night, staying away and only delivering the necessary food for your survival. Bread and water. Sometimes a watered down vegetable soup. You’d begun destroying dishes less, screams dying down in favor of saving energy as he watches you curl more into yourself each night. He’s heart broken by the sight of your flames dying, something he feels guilty for doing, but what else could he do? Let you go? You could be killed, eaten by a demon, harassed or assaulted, any number of true hells that he could think of. He couldn’t let you get hurt, but starving you of contact, comfort, and affection would only help you appreciate what he does provide.

It lasts longer than he hoped for. Months pass and each time he checks in, curious of your reaction each time, he’s left crushed by your boiling rage and renewal of hatred. You have so much bite to each word, unafraid of anything as you stand up to him like a slayer of equal standing and strength. He’s impressed as much as he is disappointed. How beautiful you look is always what stuns him. Like a warrior prepared to die in battle your eyes shine, even as the bags beneath them grow. How patient can you be? Will he outlast you?

He begins to worry you might win. That he’ll break first and you’d return to the way it was in the beginning. Him spoiling you and you hating every second.

Until a storm hits while he’s away on mission. Senjuro helping ensure you’re fed and safe from a distance as instructed by his brother. It leaves the area a bit flooded, the lighting shaking the structures of homes as the wind howls with vengeance.

Kyojuro returns with apprehension, anxious to see you safe and sound but dreading the look of disgust in your eyes he’s sure he’ll find.

Only to find himself weighed down the moment he enters. Your body shaking and clutching onto his uniform for dear life, eyes looking up at him with tears and he’s shocked to his core to see desperation and a plea in your depths. The way your face melts into a pout as you senselessly beg and apologize as if your life truly depends on it, begging him not to leave you again, pleading for mercy as you tug on his clothing. He catches you with strong arms when you collapse, holding you to his chest while you scramble to sink deeper into the embrace.

He’s too stunned to do much else but shush and coo at you, trying to calm you down as you wiggle and attempt to crawl into his skin instead of claw it off like usual.

“Little flame, I’ve got you, hey, look at me.” He’s forced to sit on the floor and to bring you into his lap, his hands free to cup your cheeks and turn your face up to meet his steady and calm gaze. “I won’t let anything hurt you, I’ll stay as long as you like, okay?”

You’re calm enough to hear him, sniffling and nodding your head as you melt in his hands like he’s never seen before.

“As long as I’m around, nothing bad will happen.” He’s not ashamed to whisper in your ear, adoring the shiver of fear which wracks your poor body. He’s holding you tight, not giving you an inch even as you realize slowly the price of his kindness.

He certainly loves everything about you, from the fire which blazes inside you to the little breathy whimpers you make in the night, but he loves you most when you don’t fight him so hard all the time.

Of course, he’s always happy to remind you why you shouldn’t test his patience.

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