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raitonsfw · 5 months

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𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜.

navigation: about me. m.list. taglist form. kofi.

fandoms i will write for:

bungou stray dogs.

my hero academia.

attack on titan.

jujutsu kaisen.

demon slayer.

danganronpa.

black butler.

trigun.

characters i will write for:

bsd: osamu dazai. chūya nakahara. fyodor dostoevsky. nikolai gogol. sigma. ryūnosuke akutagawa. ranpo edogawa. edgar allan poe. atsushi nakajima.

mha: tomura shigaraki. tōya todoroki (dabi). keigo takami (hawks). kai chisaki (overhaul). shōta aizawa (eraserhead). tamaki amajiki (suneater).

aot: levi ackerman. eren jaeger. hange zoë. reiner braun. armin arlert. porco galliard.

jjk: satoru gojo. suguru geto. ryōmen sukuna. chōsō kamo. yūta okkotsu. fushiguro toji. nanami kento. mahito. higuruma hiromi. kashimo hajime.

ds: obanai iguro. tengen uzui. giyū tomioka. kyōjurō rengoku. muzan kibutsuji. akaza. douma.

dr: nagito komaeda. hajime hinata. izuru kamukura. makoto naegi. junko enoshima. mikan tsumiki.

bb: sebastian michaelis. undertaker. gregory violet. edgar redmond.

t-gun: vash the stampede. millions knives. nicholas d. wolfwood.

general rules:

yes; character x fem!reader. headcanons. sfw. nsfw. threesomes. sub/dom undertones. breeding kink. mommy kink. pegging/strap ons. sex toys in general.

dark content such as aphrodisiacs, cheating, degradation, blood play, corruption kink, yandere themes.

fantasy themes (faerie, mermaid, etc) and canon plot (ie, mha; quirk. bsd; ability. jjk; technique/sukuna's true form. dr; ultimate/talent. ds; breathing styles/demon blood art.)

no; incest. non-con. pedophilia. vore. watersports/scat. weight/body image. pet play. age regression. daddy kink. aged up minors.

maybe; omegaverse (specifically for atsushi and keigo).

general notes; hange zoë will be written afab with they/them pronouns. makoto naegi will be written as strictly submissive. junko enoshima, mikan tsumiki, & nagito komaeda i am willing to write male!reader for.

when requesting, please do include whether it is nsfw/sfw and afab!/gn!/amab! and a lil summary of what'd you like. if including multiple characters, please state which ones from that certain fandom.

i also will write in a last name-honorific format (ie; Dazai-san, Komaeda-kun, Aizawa-sensei (or just sensei), -sama/-chan/-senpai) if you guys prefer that in your request! Just let me know in said request and which honorifics you'd like.

also let me know if there's a specific nick/pet name you'd like for your character. (ie; fedya for fyodor, kolya for nikolai... i won't write the two with these names unless its specifically a fyolai x reader or if you ask for these names.)

keep in mind i write what excites/intrigues me; i need to be super into said request and sometimes my mind doesn't want to cooperate. if i feel as i can't get out the absolute best piece for that certain request, it'll just be a bit shorter than normal. i apologize in advance.

that being said, please give me around two days to a month to get to your request. i promise i am writing them, i just get distracted by life as we all do. as much as i'd like to be chronically online, sadly i am an adult who actually needs to adult.

my requested works vary with word counts, usually 800ish - 8k. anything specifically over 8k - 15k, i would ask you to please visit my ko-fi and commission me for a small amount of money. (still setting it up whoopsie)

i also have other commission requests i will accept (such as oc write ins, rewritten canon scenes with your choice of y/n reader or not, & character's i do not currently write from my listed fandoms including aged up minors).

i do NOT write for character x character works on this blog. i have another blog for that, @raitoclouds!

feel free to ask if anything confuses you!

requests are closed. current request count: ~3.

some other things to note:

i properly tag my main writing posts, but i do not tag my thirsts. (including my taglist, which is specifically for my main writing posts)

i do have the right to refuse a request as i see fit. it's nothing personal, sometimes i'm just not suited for that specific request within my writing. (i do try to write almost every one i get only because i'm determined to expand my writing limits so this is a rare occurence)

i'm a very socially awkward person and am sometimes not good with words (ironic hehe) so if i sound a bit out of sorts when answering an ask, that's why.

feel free to send me an ask with recs! (other people or your own works) i adore reading just as much as i enjoy writing. 🥰

also you are allowed to create fanart of my works if you'd like!

#𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒 ⚲#𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 ✰

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thatonepersonwhocantwrite · 1 year

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A little about me

I’m 19 and an animal lover. I mostly write comfort ficus

My rules

This is my list of Fandoms I will write for and things I WILL and WON'T write for

Things I really write

Angst

Enemies to lovers

Fluff/ comfort

Yandere ( I'm bad at it though and don't condone this behavior in real life)

Female x Female

Male x male ( again not to good at it but I try)

Male x female

Male x Gender neutral

Female x Gender neutral

Poly

Things I won't write

Age gaps over 5+ years

Pregnancy ( not good at it and it makes me uncomfortable)

Abuse

Suicide ( I will write the reader or any other character dying just not by Suicide)

Self harm ( it's triggering to me and others)

Eating disorders

NSFW

Harry potter characters I will write

Neville longbottom

Luna Lovegood

Hermione Granger

Fred weasley

George weasley

Sirius Black

Remus lupin

The great Harry Potter himself

The owl house

Luz

Amity

Willow

Gus

Hunter

Eda

King ( platonic only)

Raine ( can someone tell me if spelled their name right?)

Avatar the last Airbender (NOT the live action version but the animated version)

Aang

Toph

Suki (she's the only exception where I'll do Live or animated)

Sokka

Katara

Zuko

Haru

Ninjago

Cole

Jay

Kai

Nya

Lloyd

Zane

Starwars

Anakin

Obi-Wan

Padme

Luke Skywalker

Leia skywalker

Percy jackson/ Heroes of olympus

Charles beckendorf

Silena beauregard

Annabeth chase (book version only)

Percy jackson ( book version only)

Will solace

Tyson ( platonic only)

Jason grace

Piper mclean

Thalia grace

Leo valdez

Nico di angelo ( again platonic only unless you're a guy then I will do romantic since he's gay)

Bianca di angelo

Hazel Levesque

Frank Zhang

Legend of Korra

Bolin

Korra

Asami

Avatar Wan ( my personal favorite)

Marvel

Steve Rogers

Sam wilson

Peter parker ( Toby, Andrew and Tom versions)

Vision (platonic only)

Wanda

T'Challa

Shuri

Pietro

Natasha

Jean Grey

Scott summers

Barry allen

Cisco Ramon

Kara Danvers

Alex Danvers

Clark kent

Lois lane

Oliver queen

Top gun

Nick bradshaw

Naven Hollywood idk if I spelled his first name right

Leonard Wolfe Wolfman

Blood of Zeus

Heron

Electra

Alexia

Hermes

Zeus

Apollo

Ares

Hera

I think that's all the fandoms I can think of for now please send in request

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pumpkin-pi-e · 3 years

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Close Shave

Warning: shaving, eventual oral, dubious consent

Pairing: Yandere EM x fem!reader

“Hizashi!” Your cry is equal parts alarmed and fearful as you feel something cold skim across your mons. You flinch on instinct, and push up on your elbows to look down at him.

“Calm down, pookie. ‘m not even holdin’ the razor.” He’s sprawled between your spread legs, an opened jar of exfoliating scrub beside him. He raises his coated hands for you to see and wiggles his fingers to show their absence.

“I get yer nervous an’ all, but ya can’t be squirmin’ so much when it comes time to actually use it, don’t wanna accidentally nick you, ‘kay?” He scoops another generous handful of the scented scrub; it’s pink, and you get a whiff of cotton candy.

“‘Sides! We’re not quite there yet, still got to two whole steps to groove through.” His touch finds you again, and the cold sensation returns. Your body jumps at the contact, though not entirely from the chill.

“Guess I shoulda’ warmed my hands first, huh?”

Ever so gently, he begins working the mixture into your skin, ensuring the sugar crystals are never abrasive but rather pleasant. Patient as he is thorough, he takes his time, massaging every inch he can reach, exercising the utmost care when tending to your nooks and crannies, mindful of your sensitive pearl. Perhaps you could enjoy his ministrations if you weren’t so wound up. Distantly, you hear the sound of the tap shutting off.

“Try and relax, Kitten. We won’t hurt you,” Shouta steps out from your bathroom carrying a basin of water, and he takes a seat on the edge of the bed next to his husband. Peering into it, you see a washcloth floating in a bed of pink bath salts—soaking up their contents as they dissolve. These too are scented you note, and smell of roses. This is supposed to help with your relationship, they’d said; opening up to them and offering vulnerability, with them offering warmth and praise in kind. They wholly believed that if you gave them the opportunity, they could show just how well they’d treat you, how well they could take care of you.

If you’d only let them.

“We understand how difficult it must be to place yourself in such a vulnerable position,” He’s right, you’ve never felt so exposed. “but please bear with us.”

As if to spite his request, your legs snap closed—trapping Hizashi’s hands and catching him off guard.

“Babe?”

Despite your apprehensiveness, his incessant petting was starting to have an effect on you. A caress concentrated just above the hood of your clitoris had sent shockwaves through your core. And you’d acted purely on instinct. A sound of surprise left you, and Hizashi echoed it, prompted by having you clamp down on him so suddenly—a duet of sorts.

“You okay, boo boo bear? Did I hurt you?”

Immediately he’s in your line of vision and fussing over you. “I am so sorry, angel. You know I’d never hurt you on purpose, right?“ He’s all baby talk as he makes a quick scan of your face, desperately searching your eyes, hoping to find your forgiveness within them. You flush under the imploring pout he gave, he looked like a kicked puppy.

“N-no. You...you didn’t hurt me.” You admit looking away, pointedly ignoring the second set of eyes dissecting you apart. Hizashi’s head tilts in confusion.

“Then...what?”

“I’m just sort of....sort of...uh,”

“Sensitive.” Aizawa supplied.

You went up in flames. You fall back on the mattress covering your heated face. You aren’t given any respite in your feeble hideaway however as calloused hands are instantly—albeit gently guiding yours away. “It’s hardly anything to be embarrassed over. Nothing more than a natural response to stimulus; you’re okay, kitten. We’ve got you.” Shouta’s face is revealed, having rose from the bed to kneel beside you; and subsequently so is yours, prompting a coo of ‘There’s my pretty baby!’ from Hizashi. “Just let us take care of you, darling girl.” A soft kiss is placed upon your lips, and two more are delivered to the inside of each upturned wrist before they’re set free. He stands to rejoin his husband, and Hizashi taps his fingers against your thigh, polite and humble, a silent petition for his hand to be released. When you accede, Hizashi places a kiss to your inner thigh in atonement.

A whine escaped you as he continued to manipulate your flesh.

“I know, sweetie, I know.”

Shouta wrings out the washcloth and Hizashi gratefully accepts it with a smile, expressing his gratitude via a brief kiss shared between the two. “Don’t worry, pumpkin. I’ll be careful, I promise.” True to his word, his touch is featherlight as the cloth swabs your sensitive cleft, gently taking away the scrub. Yet you still shiver as it drags over your button, eliciting a mewl of discomfort. Your hips go back and your body recedes into the mattress, an involuntary attempt to escape the sensation.

Hizashi is hurried in his apology,

“Ah—No honey, you don’t have to do that. I’m sorry, puddin’. I’ll be more thoughtful of your bits.“

They’re quick to offer reassurance and praise. Shouta speaks softly to you in a low murmur, about how well you’re doing, how good you were being for them, he effused geniality in an effort to soothe. In the meantime, Hizashi finishes his task and is now rinsing the rag; it’s wrung a second time before its lovingly laid over your intimates, shielding them from view. It’s warm, and you get another waft of floral perfume. They address you with sweet-sounding coos, making idle conversation as the hot towel softens your peach fuzz, prepping the hairs so that the shaving process is smooth, no hitches in the road so to speak.

The heroes were all too aware of your unease, and they do their best to allay your fears of what was to come. Hizashi, who’d held the cotton cloth snug withdraws after a short time. He’d noticed your subtle little arches into his touch, and as tempted as he was to apply the pressure you were so obviously seeking, this was a bonding exercise. And he wouldn’t betray your trust like that. Undoubtedly, it had taken a significant amount to bare yourself before them.

He’d act only on your instruction.

Yours to command, if you led he’d follow.

The wash rag is returned in favor of a brand new canister of shaving cream. The emcee gives it a good shake before squeezing a healthy dollop into his waiting palm, he then transfers it to you. His tongue pokes out in concentration as he’s patting puffs of the thick white cream over your surface. You aren’t surprised that it’s fragrant, every product Hizashi bought for you was. You are however pleasantly surprised to find that it’s tepid, heated in the basin by Shouta whilst you’d been otherwise distracted. He dispenses another blob of foam, although this time it’s aimed directly at the source; the gloppy substance pilling atop itself in stiff heaps, resembling whipped frosting. The cream is evenly distributed, and after one more pat for good measure the couple trade places.

Shouta kneels in front of you, and your breath hitches as you catch sight of the blade. They’d tactfully kept the razor out of view, fearing it’d only frighten you all the more. Your legs draw together, retracting towards your chest. You back towards the headboard and he follows, beckoning to you softly. “It’s okay, pretty.” Your unconscious retreat is halted by Hizashi, his hands stilling your waist. The pros croon anew as they beg after you.

“Please let us care for you.”

“We can be kind, so very kind.”

“We can treat you so kindly, kitty,”

“let us show you.”

Shouta hesitates, ensuring he has your permission before grasping your hands, squeezing them gently. The shaver long abandoned.

“We would never harm a hair on your precious head.” He reassures, pressing close. The erasure hero hovers above you, looking down into your eyes to convey the sincerity in his.

‘’Zashi and I want nothing but to prove our love,” Guiding your hand upward, he makes it so that your fingers are splayed on his chest. He holds it over his heart. It’s such an intimate action that it gives rise to a gasp. His intention is to pacify, a desperate bid to reach as well to ease your troubled heart as he spills his—a heart-to-heart. “to show how sweet we can be, if you’d just open up to us. If you’d simply trust in us. Please, please let us in.” Aizawa head bumps you, nuzzling into your hair. Pleading with you.

It was okay to let your guard down. You needn’t walk on eggshells around them they way you did, and this trust exercise was meant to prove such; this was a safe space, this was your home. And they wanted you to be comfortable within its loving walls—with them. They longed to be as much of a home to you as you were to them. If you allowed yourself, you’d see how happy you’d be, how happy they could make you. Oh, the love they’d lavish you in both day and night if you’d only let them.

They were only asking for a piece; a piece of yourself, and they’d give you all of them in return. “You’re safe with us, (name).”

“We only wanna treat’cha right, mama.” Hizashi affirmed, cozying up to your side.

“I’ll play nice. I’ll be so, so tender.” Shouta breathed, his breath titillating your skin in warm wisps, inducing goosebumps as his forehead kisses yours. The confessions of affection stoke a chary flame, one you’d put up on a shelf to contemplate the day they stole you away. It still burned, and you’d forever carry it. For a moment his eyes lower, skimming the beauteous contours that made up their skittish darling; finding charm in all the imperfections made perfect in his love. A fleeting glance to clenched muscles, and they return. His eyes beseech yours, adoration as well as veneration swim in those deep obsidian pools, obsession skirting their limits. His next words kindle a fire in your lower belly,

“Would you please spread your pretty legs for me?”

It was spoken like a prayer.

“Won’t you spread those gorgeous thighs?” Hizashi chimed.

A shuddered inhale is your reply. The strives for air come in stuttered gasps; they pleaded with such an unction that it had stolen your breath and robbed you of your voice. You had to break that impassioned gaze; he’d looked at you like you were his salvation—his restoration. As if his very life clung from your lips, and with the right word, you could save him. You just had to look away. It was far too intimate, and you couldn’t bare it.

You comply, glancing off to the side as your legs part for him.

“Hmm-!” Your eyes fly back—widening as you’re kissed unceremoniously. It’s a stark contrast to the ravenettes usual affections: moderate and wholesome. This kiss was anything but. It’s fiery, hasty, and oh so electric. Lost in feverish excitement, he kissed you again and again, expressing his gratitude. He’d misplaced his restraint, and drew kiss after sugared kiss from those lips that granted his wish.

“Thank you, beautiful.” Aizawa’s broad smile lit up his face, crinkling his eyes. He kissed you once more, this press is warm and devout. He looked as if he’d asked for the moon, and you’d given it to him. “thank you...” The hero holds your lips in another tender kiss. “thank you...” His sigh is heartfelt as his forehead reconnects with yours. He parts from you with one last brush. “I’ll take good care of you.”

Shouta retakes his position between your legs, and as soon as he does you’re swept up in another kiss; this one long and hot-blooded, It sizzled like pop rocks and exploded like fireworks; your body hummed like the strum of a thousand guitar strings, and with a moan, you sang along just as though it was your favorite song. He didn’t need speakers to amplify his love, his cherishing and cheer came through loud and clear.

#i totally forgot #enjoy this unfinished wip #i dunno what to tag this #yandere erasermic x reader #yell at me to finish this if you like it #I don’t even know what this is 😆#eventual smut

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inorganicone2230 · 4 years

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Purity (Part 2) Yandere!Overhaul x Fem!Reader

Part 1 Part 3

Summery: Overhaul meets a quirkless foreigner who holds some very interesting views on his way of thinking. The more time he spends with her, the more he wants to keep her and her purity for himself. And he has no problem with falling to the depths of obsession if it means getting what he wants.

Warnings: some light stalking and yandere thoughts, but nothing too major... yet.

Meetings and problems with Eri’s security had kept him from being able to see you again for the next two days and he was beginning to get antsy. He just couldn’t understand why it was so hard for the moronic filth that worked under him to follow his orders to his exact specifications.

“How hard is it to keep track of one little girl?” Kai was sitting at his desk, elbows propped up on the immaculate surface with his head set on his gloved hands.

“I’ll see to it that someone much more reliable is placed at her door. She won’t be getting out again Overhaul. I’ll make sure of it.” Chrono said, already making a mental note of who to put in charge of the girl.

“See that you do. I won’t tolerate failure and stupidity, not even from you. I have more important things to do with my time then making sure you all can do your jobs properly.” He said, shooting an icy glare at the silver haired man. “Now is there anything else left for today?”

“No. We’re getting the final shipments of Trigger sent out to our buyers and the League of Villains is currently under our surveillance, so far they’ve done nothing but recruit more members. Nothing else to report, unless you have something you want me to do.”

Good. Now that he had the rest of the day free, he could finally go and find you again. He had missed the sound of your voice and was eager to be in your clean presence once more. “No. I have something to do away from the base, so you’re in charge while I’m gone. Don’t call me unless it’s an emergency.”

“Very well.” He answered, shutting the door behind him. He was curious to say the least, but he knew better than to question his boss’s motives. He was loyal to Overhaul and only to Overhaul and he obeyed without question.

Kai removed his plague doctor mask and replaced it with a clean black dust mask. He would have preferred to keep his face cover of choice as it was better for keeping out the filth, but he had a feeling you might find it to be a bit too much this early on. He hoped you appreciated it when the time came, since he was going out of his way to make you feel comfortable around him. He wouldn’t have done this for just anyone after all.

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It was almost like fate, the way he found you again.

You were staring at a bulletin board on a relatively quiet street, a small smile on your face as you attempted to read the postings.

“Not lost again are you?” He spoke up, walking towards you as if it was just a random coincidence that he was running into you again.

You whipped around, a big smiles reaching across your face. “No. Not this time.”

“I suppose that’s something at least. I’d hate to find your mangled body on the side of the road, especially since I went through the trouble of saving you yesterday.” He said, coming to stand beside you.

“Well luckily for both of us, I’ve been doing my best to pay attention to my surroundings today. And my friends made sure I turned my phones GPS on, on the off chance I end up being out too late again.”

He nodded, making a mental note of that little detail, just in case it became relevant again later on. He really didn’t want to have to deal with anymore hassle then necessary when it come to this.

“You pulled quite the vanishing act the other day by the way. I didn’t even get the chance to say thank you for helping me.” You said, turning around back to the board to drot some things down in a notepad.

Your movements caused him to suddenly take notice of what you were wearing, a small black dress that came to the tops of your knees and a loose blue flannel shirt to act as a jacket, unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up to your elbows. The back of the dress barely covered the curve of your ass and he had an insane urge to grab you and pull you back into his chest, to keep others from seeing what wasn’t theirs. It was a ridiculous notion, the very idea of physical touch usually had him squirming in discomfort, but for some reason, the idea of touching your smooth pale skin didn’t bother him nearly as much as he thought it might

“Yes. Well your companion seemed to be taking you to task for your absence, I figured that since you had made it back I could just leave.” He was grateful that your back was turned, otherwise you would have seen the way he was carefully memorizing the shape and curve of your slim waist and the way it lead down to your ass and shapely legs. You were far too thin in his opinion, not unhealthily yet, but it was something that would need to be remedied in the future.

“Nell was pretty peeved at me for not telling her where I was going. Made me promise to text her every now and then to let her know that I’m okay.” You said absently, shoving the notepad and pen back into your shoulder bag before turning around to give him your full attention.

“So, since we’ve run into each other again, would it be too much trouble to get my savior's name? So I can thank you properly. It’s the least you can do since you left me hanging yesterday.” You teased him, locking your arms behind your back and making direct eye contact with him. It still amazed him that you could do that without flinching.

This was the real reason he had left the other day, he wanted an excuse to talk to you again, one that would be easy to believe, one that wouldn’t make you suspicious. “My name is Kai, Kai Chisaki.”

“Well, it’s nice to officially meet you Chisaki-san. My name is (F/N) (L/N). I would offer to shake your hand, but I’m guessing that those gloves and mask you’re wearing aren’t exactly a fashion statement.” You said, eyeing his gloved hands and sending him another radiant smile as a consolation.

He was right, the sound of your voice speaking his name really was enticing. He felt shivers run through his body and for a brief moment, he wondered how you would sound screaming the name Kai or Overhaul, over and over again till your throat was raw and sore.

He was also quite pleased that you had taken notice of that little detail about his person. It proved how perceptive and intelligent you were. He valued common sense and intelligence almost as much as he valued cleanliness, and you were proving to have both in spades.

“I was sure I wouldn’t see you again since this is a pretty big city, do you live or work around here?” You said, walking over to a vending machine to pop in a few yen, hitting the button for a bottle of water before taking a seat on a bench and removing your shoulder bag.

“Both. I just happened to be out for a walk when I noticed you.” He followed along behind you, glaring at a few passing street thugs who eyed you up and down and making them flee under the weight of his golden gaze. He supposed it couldn’t be helped, you were an attractive girl, even he could see that, and a foreigner to boot, it was to be expected that you would get some attention. He just hopped you weren’t the type to enjoy attention from the wrong people. That just wouldn’t do.

“I see, well thank you for stopping to say hello. I was certain that after our interaction the other day, you would be a total asshole if I ever saw you again. Turns out you're not too bad.” You took a deep swig of the water you had just purchased and he found himself entranced watching the way your throat moved as you greedily sucked it down. Your lips let go of the bottle, gasping for breath. “Are summers here always so hot or is this day just above average terrible? It’s almost as bad as that time I visited Vegas in the middle of August.”

“Are you not used to the heat?” He asked, hoping to glean some kind of information about you. If he could learn some of your preferences for things, he could better prepare.

You shake your head. “It’s not that I’m not used to it, it’s just that where I come from isn’t a big city like this, so I think all this concrete and asphalt radiating heat is just starting to cook me a little. Still better than the below zero temps we get in the winter time though.” You chuckled lightly, just as your phone started to ring.

“Oh, excuse me for just one sec. Please don’t go disappearing on me again.”

Kai nods his head in affirmation, and watches as you briefly walk away and begin speaking in what he assumes is your native language. It seems it wasn’t just the sound of his own language that he liked hearing you speak, but your own as well. The sound was soft and it was easy to pick up on how much easier it was for you to speak then Japanese. He’ll enjoy hearing you speak it for him every now and then once he’s gotten you better acquainted with Japanese. You needed to be able to communicate with him on all levels first and foremost, how else was he supposed to make this easier on you.

Even with your back turned to him, he could see the way you laughed and smiled at whoever you were talking to, and he didn’t like it one bit. A purity like yours should only be shared with those who are most deserving, and he was the only candidate for that position in his opinion.

He would have continued to stew in his jealousy, though he’d never say that’s what he felt out loud, when he noticed that you had left your bag unattended. He had no shame in making sure you were still completely occupied with your phone call before rummaging through it. There wasn’t much, a few pens, the notepad he had seen in your hand, a book of Japanese writing, but it was your wallet that truly interested him, pulling it out and using his own phone to take a quick picture of your ID and passport before putting it away and stepping back to his original spot.

Just in the nick of time as you turned around and walked back over to him. “Sorry about that. My friends said they found a place for us to eat tonight, so I’m going to get going.” You said, shouldering your bag and giving him another one of those lovely smiles he was beginning to become possessive of. “I’m glad I was able to run into you again Chisaki-san, it was nice getting to talk to you again, even if it was only for a little bit.”

He might have a way to look up information on you now with what was on his phone, but he still felt like he was walking away from this empty handed. How could he ensure that he got too see you again without it seeming suspicious, better yet, how could he get you to be the one to initiate contact with him next time? Then it clicked, he had just the idea, he only hoped you’d go along with it.

“How about I give you my number? You seem to be off on your own a lot despite being in a group, so if you get lost again, or find yourself in trouble, you can call me. I have a fairly loose schedule so I can answer at almost anytime.” He said casually.

You stopped, flustered and little nervous all of a sudden. “I-I don’t… umm… that is to say, I’m not so sure I feel comfortable exchanging numbers with someone I barely know. No offense but I don’t know you from a hole in the wall.”

He had a feeling this was going to be your reaction, it was only natural, after all. But he had an ace up his sleeve to sweeten the deal. “Oh, you don’t have to give me yours, you can just take mine. If you need to use it, you can. If not, then you don’t.” He didn’t particularly like that he was giving you this bit of choice, but it would go a long way towards ingratiating himself to you should his plan work. And it would.

You seemed to think about it long and hard for a few minutes before deciding. “Alright. I suppose that’s alright then. No harm no fowl, right?” You reach into your bag, pulling out a pen and paper for him. He wrote down the number for a secondary, disposable cell phone he carried with him and handed it back to you.

“Well, I should get going, friends are waiting and all. Have a good night Chisaki-san.”

“You as well (Y/N), have a pleasant evening.”

You gave him a small wave and smile before hurrying down the street and back to your hotel.

He desperately wanted to grab you and drag you back to the base, to keep you secure and safe and with him at all times, but he still wanted time to try and win you over before he resorted to more forceful means. Not that he wouldn’t gladly use force and threats if it got him his way, but he felt like the prize would be all the sweeter if it came to him.

He hoped you would call him on your own here soon, but if not, he could always stage a little something to happen, something to motivate you to seek him out. He would have to send someone to start watching you at all times. These last few days of not knowing what you were doing or who you were with were just too taxing, best to get some extra protection for you.

He had a lot of plans to see too.

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As soon as he got back, he summoned Chrono and Mimic to his office.

“What do you need Boss?” Mimic inquired, always eager to do whatever was asked of him.

He had printed off the pictures he had taken of your ID and passport, handing them over to his underling. “Find out everything you can on this girl. I want to know anything you can tell me, I don’t care how minuscule or unimportant you might find it. I want it all.” He left no room for arguments or debate.

Mimic was even better about following orders then Chrono, he didn’t even bat an eye at the strange request. “Sure thing Overhaul. I’ll have this back to you ASAP.” He said and was out the door just as quick.

Chrono on the other hand was just a tad bit more curious than Mimic. “What was it you needed from me Overhaul?” He was immediately handed the same copies.

“Until our next batches of Trigger are made or The League makes a move, I don’t need you for anything around here. You are to go to that hotel written down and watch that girl as closely as you can without drawing attention to yourself or making contact with her. She is to be protected by any means necessary. Understood.”

To say he was stunned would be an understatement. Since when did Overhaul have an interest in anything outside the Shie Hassaikai, let alone that something being a woman? “I’ll follow your orders without fail Overhaul, even this one, but I have to ask. This doesn’t have anything to do with the Shie Hassaikai or our oppression's, does it? This is completely personal for you.”

He was sent an icy glare. “You’re treading on thin ice Hari, and if you were anyone else, I would have killed you already.” He sighed and leaned back in his chair. “But since I know that you’re only asking so you can follow your orders better, I’ll tell you.”

Chrono waited patiently for his answer.

“Yes. This is personal. The girl there, (Y/N) is her name, and she’s quirkless. I won’t go into detail about how I met her, but let’s just say that she has some very intriguing ideas on my philosophies. She’s pure, and I desire to keep that purity all for myself.” Kai finished, looking at his computer screen to stare at your images.

“So what’s she going to be?” He asked, not judging, he would never even think to do that, but just out of curiosity. This was by far the most interest he’d ever seen Overhaul show anything outside of his research.

Kai just smirked behind his mask. “If I’m going to rule the Yakuza and the underworld, I’m going to need someone to rule by my side. Every King needs a Queen after all.”

Holy shit you guys! I am having an amazing time writing this story, I hope you all are enjoying it as well!

As Always, special thanks to @talpup for all the help with these ideas! I really appreciate it!

#yandere!overhaul #yandere!overhaul x reader #kai chisaki #kai chisaki x reader #fem!reader #reader insert #light stalking #typical yandere behavior #bnha #yandere bnha

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thatyanderecritic · 5 years

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Lala no Kekkon

Title: Lala no kekkon

Media: Manga. Written by Tamekou

Yandere(s): Uruji

Yandere Scale: 4/5

Criticism written by: Kai

Editor: Julie

The Review:

Sigh. Kai here, back with a review for you all. My master Julie, is forcing me- I mean, coaxed me into pumping out some reviews for you all. She graciously gave me homework on what mangas to write a review on. I don’t mind too much but if you guys don’t know, I’m not a yaoi fan. While I do like some light hearted yaois/shounen ai, I’m one of the people who view yaoi as a porn genre that fetishizes gay men. I don’t care what people use to get off but this is my disclaimer that I’m not going to be a “Kya!!! Seme and uke! So kawaii!!!” type of person here. That being said, on to the review.

Lala no kekkon has a rather simple and straightforward plot. Lamudan, our uke MC, switched places with his twin sister, Lala, and ended up marrying her fiancé, Uruji; the seme. Lala fell in love with some random guy and ended up eloping with him. Lamudan, being a good brother, took her place to buy her some time to escape. The plan was for Lamudan to kill Uruji to free them both and escape back to his village. But of course, that fails and the classic yaoi rape scene occurred… I mean- the totally romantic sex scene where the seme persuade the uke that he’s a nice guy by using his body. My bad. Anyways, many more sex scenes continued before Lamudan finally escaped but then returned once he realized his family basically abandoned him for their selfish reasons. He also found out that him and his sister are adopted, and he was almost raped (but this time it was completely fucked up because it’s not the seme raping him) but was saved by Uruji in the nick of time because we somehow got to prove that Uruji is the best guy to end up with! Basically, all these classic angst scenes for a yaoi. Anyways, Lamudan returned back with Uruji and Lamudan is now in the state of “UwU I sort of like Uruji but he’s also fucked up. I think I should escape?” There’s a brother and whatever but that’s for like volume two that I won’t read.

Anyways, is Uruji a yandere? Yeah. This shit isn’t exactly subtle. Uruji loved Lamudan ever since Lamudan saved him as a child. He then had an arranged marriage with Lala then orchestrated Lala meeting her lover and yada yada yada, yandere stuff. There’s really nothing much to say here. “But Kai!” you might ask, “Why did you give Uruji a ⅘ instead a 5/5?” Well, I call this the “hentai tax”. You see, with hentai, it’s quite common to have rape scenes where the dom basically claims ownership over the sub. Happens almost all the time and the feel of these scenes are quite… yandere like. The dom wants to possess and own the sub. Making them only love them, mind break, pregnancies, ect. But the thing is that most people don’t look at these hentai characters and go “yandere!” because we know that they’re just fuck toys. The same applies here. Lala no kekkon is a “porn with plot” story… most yaois are to begin with. Story is pretty weak and just a vessel to carry one point to the next sex scene. I don’t mind stories being “plot with porn” but the fact that all the chapters starts or ends with sex made me think this was more of just a porn manga. During the sex scenes, they just become fuck toys and on some meta level, I thought Uruji view Lamudan as a fuck toy during these scenes. It’s one thing to selfishly keep your lovers and it’s another thing to just rape them for your own cardinal desires.

Well, that’s just my view. Truth be told, I’m desensitized to this sort of shit, so the rape scenes don’t really bother me but it just got me thinking. Within the grand scheme of story, Uruji is a solid yandere. Your basic and classic one, a 5/5. But with the constant sex scenes, he lost his sense as an actual character.

Extra: I’m sure some people are wondering about inconsistencies with our reviews. We have several posts on this blog about yaois and straight up hentai stories. It’s important to note who it was that wrote it. Julie wrote all those reviews. Yes, Julie and I are similar in mind set but we are more strict or lenient on certain topics. Truth be told, I would give all of those yanderes a lower score because of the hentai tax lol. But those are Julie’s reviews and this is mine. And for any other stories I review that have overwhelming hentai, they will get taxed a point because they are acting yandere out of lovesickness but acting out of pure lust.

Overall Score: 7/10

#lala no kekkon #manga #yaoi #yandere #male yandere #review #opinion

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picklesnickless-blog · 6 years

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6th of November, 2017, Monday.

It’s 1:00 am as I’m writing this… oh boy… things seem to be good these last few days. So, what exactly happened? You guys remember the creepy friend I had? Yeah, we’re not friends anymore, I was brutally honest and I MIGHT have roasted him a bit too much and now he hates my ass. I’ll be honest, it did hurt a little when he said that he never wanted to see me again, but I’m not TOO hurt by it. I’m doing my best to ignore him. And why exactly fo I feel this way? I never thought that rhings would go down like this; I thought he’d eventually forget about me.

Other than that, school can suck my non-exsisting dick, cuz I hate it’s ass. The classroom is probably the closest you’ll get to the front porch of Jake Paul’s house. Most of the people are very loud and I’m pretty salty beacause of their nonstop screaming.

So, there are these two kids that are WAY too loud for their own good. I’ll call them Doritos and Soda, cuz they don’t go together with my Picklenickless ass. Doritos is like one of those sluts on musical.ly -croptops and all- and Soda is a trans guy, just as annoying as Doritos. They just scream the whole day as if they were crazy fangirls… oh and they also don’t really like me.

A few days ago, I was trapped in a cubicle at the school’s toilet because my stupid ass couldn’t remember which way the lock thingy is supposed to turn to. I had no other solution but to awkwardly shout for help. So, meth, another classmate of mine, and her friends just happen to hear me. She comes in like; “omg, Nick, are you ok?” Lo and behold, her friends are none other than Soda and Doritos. They start screaming and I cover my ears. Thankfully, Meth takes them away and I realize that I’ve been turning the lock thing the wrong way this whole time.

Now to some more positive stuff;

I got my first art request… or free commission… Idk. Last Friday, I was going home earlier than usual because of my fever and this kid came up to me. I’ll just go ahead and describe this as a Hamilton parody:

(2017, 11:00 pm)

Kid: pardon me, are you picklesnickless, sir?

Nick: I’m a girl, but who’s asking?

Kid: oh, well, sure sir! I’m just some random kid who happens to be your fan, could you draw something for me?

Nick: sure, why not?

Kid: yay! I saw your drawing at the counselor’s room, I really liked it, I’ve been a big fan since then! Will you teach me how to draw as good as you draw? I want to be a artist too, so…

Nick: who should I draw for you?

Kid: y'see, I really like yansim, do you know Midori green? I’ve seen her on Bujuu mike’s videos, I love that guy! So, what do you say? When will it be done?

Nick: I’ll try to finish it by Monday or so-

Kid: you’re my hero! I wish I could draw as good as you-

Nick: didn’t you say the same thing to my friend? Also you’re pronouncing some stuff wrong, you gotta fix that, ‘kay?

Kid: Yandev is lazy, he puts no efford to the game!

Nick: did you even watch his videos? He works, too much.

Kid: he doesn’t.

Nick: You’re just blaming him for working way too hard.

Kid: he developed those highschool simulator games.

Nick: look, I’ve gotta go. See you on Monday, if I’m on time.

And that sums up the whole incident. Some random kid came up to me at school and requested for me to draw Midori Gurin from Yandere Simulator. I still haven’t gotten to drawing the thing. I’ll probably draw it today. I’ll probably get it done during class or something.

Other than that, yesterday, I went to the mall with my mom and brother. Basically my mom came across her old friend, macaroni, and her daughter, cheese. Turns out, both Macaroni and Cheese are theatre nerds like me. Of course, I ask if They know Hamilton, and Macaroni says something that made me want to marry her… “ oh, yes! Actually, we’re going to see it at London this year.”

I didn’t even know that Hamilton was going on tour at London! I hope that I can go to watch the show with my mom, Macaroni and Cheese. Most likely, we’ll go after winter, they say that London is cold in winter but I don’t give a fuck. Bitch, nothing can get between me and this musical. If I want to see it, I’ll see it and y'all ain’t gon’ stop my ass!

So, that’s about it for today. Goodbye for now.

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