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Yandere! Seijuro Akashi x Fem! Reader x Daiki Aomine.

Warnings: Yandere themes, sexual themes, smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, squirting, creampie, degradation, humiliation.

Summary: Akashi and Aomine are aware that they like the same person, much to Akashi's dismay; Aomine makes the first move, unaware of how far Akashi's willing to go to get what he wants.

W/C: 1.9k+

Everyone was shocked at first, how was it possible that someone was able to tame Daiki Aomine? But as time progressed, girls especially, would constantly whisper about how you wouldn’t last, how sooner or later, you would just end up like the other girls, thrown away, forgotten. Nothing mattered, not how he started going to practice because you insisted, how he actually started to get his grades up, or even treated Momoi better than how he usually does.

It was hard at first, to get past the jealousy of the many girls who wanted him, but you were able to ignore them with the help of your boyfriend; another reason why they thought he was just faking it, Daiki Aomine, a supportive boyfriend? No way. The only one who fully supported your relationship was Momoi who also offered unwavering support, though unknowingly to you, there was one person who deeply despised your relationship, their hate far outweighing anybody else’s.

Seijuro Akashi.

He loathed Daiki Aomine. How dare he, a former teammate, friend, date you while knowing he harbored feelings for you. Akashi had never wanted to ruin someone so badly, he wanted to ruin his reputation, his name, title, he wanted to ruin everything for him, and even then, it wouldn’t be enough. He wouldn’t stop until Aomine was on the ground, begging for forgiveness, desperately crawling to move forward.

Akashi won’t stop until he stays down.

~.~

“I’m not sure about this.” You quietly speak in Aomine’s ear, the sound of the loud music muffling your voice to anybody else. “Don’t worry, no one will come looking for us.” He nonchalantly replies, having you reconsider. He’s probably right, after all, the party is being held downstairs, the music so loud the walls shake, and with so many guests around, nobody would notice two gone. “… Okay.” You nervously agree.

~.~

Akashi walks through the sea of people with an irritated look on his face, continuing to look for you to no avail. That’s the only reason he’d ever be in such a repulsive environment, but to think you’d actually come to a party like this, pairs and even groups of people sucking each other’s faces in every corner, people dancing in provocative manners, others nearly humping each other, the music just about to blow people’s eardrums with the stench of alcohol reaching every inch of the house, the things he does for you…

It’s nice to know he came all the way to such a revolting place for nothing, maybe his intel was wrong, no, it’s never been wrong. He moves towards the stairs and takes them to the second floor where it’s less agitated, instantly feeling a small sense of relief with how much more spacious it is compared to the first floor. He walks along the halls still in search for you, passing by a few doors and even fewer people, reaching the end of the hall.

With a small frustrated sigh, he turns on his heels and retraces his steps to the stairs but stops abruptly. He slowly turns his head towards the door on his right with a confused expression and stares for a moment. Did he just… hear you? It was so small he could’ve imagined it, but he knows that if he actually heard something, it has to be you, he would never mistaken your voice. He slowly approaches the door and carefully places his ear against, his fingers gently pressing on the wood.

He listens intently only to hear nothing in return, the music far too loud for him. He closes his eyes and creases his brows, focusing on whatever he might’ve heard, this time hearing something for sure, but still too low to make out what it is, the speakers from downstairs drowning out nearly every sound. Akashi moves to stand straight and places a hand on the doorknob, turning it quietly despite the loud music being able to muffle any click of it.

He slowly pushes the door open just a creek, barely enough for him to peek inside, and when he does; his eyes widen at the scene before him, his chest clenching unbearably tight, an empty pit in his stomach quickly forming and gripping the doorknob so tightly his hand shakes, almost downright shattering it while his body fills with an almost intoxicating amount of rage, feeling how his body burns at the sight.

How dare you, how dare you let Daiki Aomine defile you, and moan like a wanton whore while a brute uses your body in such an unruly and vulgar manner. The sickening sight makes him want to vomit, you; splayed on your back with Aomine crushing you under his massive weight while you hold onto him as if your life depended on it, both of your heads thrown back moaning without a care, fucking like animals.

He’s ruined you, Aomine just had to steal your innocence, in such a foul place, in such a barbaric manner, how dare you let someone treat you in such ways. Akashi had you on a pedestal, he could’ve treated you so much better, he could’ve worshipped you, yet you had to stop so low for someone like him, did you not have a single shred of dignity? How heinous. You’re wasted now. If you wanted to be treated like a whore, fine then, so be it.

Another loud moan leaves your mouth, your eyes squinting open a fraction while your mouth continues to hang open, noticing a frightening sight for a split second before a harsh thrust is given to the soft spot hidden in your soaked walls, having you letting out a scream and closing your eyes in the process. “Found it.” Aomine cockily comments, looking down at your trembling form, maintaining his front pressed against yours.

“Stop! Stop!” You shout and he quickly halts his movements. “What’s wrong?” He asks with clear concern, worried he did something wrong but only sees you staring at a closed door. “I… I saw someone.” You pant, out of breath from his relentless pace. “There’s no one there.” He looks back at you, but you can’t shake the split sight of someone staring at you with such rage, the way the intensity of their gaze had your heart and stomach clenching.

“No one’s there… relax.” He places wet kisses along your neck, slowly starting to move against you again, the feeling of his tip pressing into your cervix with such ease making you forget of your worries with a moan and your eyes rolling to the back of your head at how his girth stretches you beyond your limit, fat balls pressed tightly against you while you mentally thank how gentle he was the first few minutes to let you adjust to him.

“Love you… so… much.” He presses kisses on your skin in between the sentence. “Ah- I-” You let out broken moans, being past your limit as he starts to pick up his pace, letting out a small laugh at how easily he’s fucked you stupid, after all, this is all new to you. In no time, he sets the same punishing pace of hammering into you with the loud sound of skin slapping on skin, your wet juices leaking and your screams filling the room.

The wet plaps of his thrusts echo in the room as he holds you in a mating press, his eyes squeezed shut with a pleased look on his face, feeling how you hold onto his back with shaking hands, drops of sweat starting to form on your bodies. “I- I- I’M GONNA-!” You shout before he feels you releasing a thick stream of liquid soaking his pelvis with your insides squeezing him unbearably tight, triggering his own orgasm.

Slamming himself into you a last time, he holds himself as deep as he can, feeling how your release trails down to his thighs and his heavy clenching balls that press against you, emptying them into you and flooding your insides. He quietly holds you for a moment, letting you catch your breaths before pulling out his softened length, watching how his thick cum leaks out of you with a whine leaving your lips at the odd feeling.

You lay motionlessly as he gently wipes you clean, taking care of you before cleaning himself. You hear the quiet shuffling of clothes and feel how he helps put your clothes back on after a few minutes, having already dressed himself as well. Finally, he holds you in a tight hug at the foot of the unknown bed, embracing you tightly and placing a kiss on your temple. “Love you.” He murmurs against your skin. “I love you too.” You kiss him back.

He releases you from his arms and gently holds your hand in his larger one with a relaxed smile, walking behind you to the door with his eyes glued to you, your heart falling out of your chest as soon as you open it. Laughs start to fill your ears with various phones pointed at you as a deep hollow feeling starts to form in your stomach, looking like a deer caught in headlights with a massive crowd of people surrounding the doorway.

Your frozen stiff body refuses to let you move until you feel Aomine’s hand leaving you, snapping you back to reality and getting you to run from the embarrassing scene with the laughs growing louder behind you. Stopping outside the house with tears in your eyes, you notice a familiar face approaching and instantly run to him, throwing your arms around him and crying. “What’s wrong?” Akashi innocently asks.

“It’s Aomine, he- he got the people in the party to listen to us-” You pull away from the hug to explain while sobbing, interrupting yourself from finishing your sentence. “It’s alright.” He tries to console, rubbing the sides of your arms with his hands. “No it’s not! I’m the school’s joke now! I can’t go back like this.” You cry. “… Transfer to my school.” He blatantly says. “What?” You wipe your tears away. “Transfer to my school.” He repeats.

“… Nobody knows you there. You’ll be far more comfortable with me.” He suggests with a relaxed expression. You nod with a sniffle and place your arms around him again, having him hugging you back once again. This wasn’t part of the plan, initially; his only intention was to humiliate you, but was he glad that he accidentally spilled his drink on the speakers. He knew that you and Aomine would be so entranced in your horrid activities that you wouldn’t notice the sudden silence, outside of your own brawl of course.

After that, all he had to do was exit the house and walk back as if he was just getting to the party which you’d be too preoccupied to wonder what he was doing there. Understandably, he’s still upset at your betrayal, but he can’t stay mad at you for long, after all, you’re his queen. Sure you’re a bit confused right now, but soon enough he’ll have you back in line and you’ll be his perfect pristine queen again.

Akashi holds you in his arms in contentment, smiling softly at the path that lies ahead only to be interrupted by thumping coming from not too far behind you. He looks over to see Aomine standing at the doorway of the house where you committed that sinful act with him and stares at his fearful expression at the sight before him; you in front of the arms of not just another man, but Seijuro Akashi. Akashi gives a last pride-filled look at Aomine and turns away from him.

“Come, let’s leave.” He keeps an arm behind you around your back and walks you away from the man who corrupted you, being sure that he’s left him down in the dirt as he wanted.

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[animeyanderelover]

Hiii love your work! Can I request Akashi, Murasakibura, Himuro, and Kuroko with a darling that doesn’t like pretty boys?

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, stalking, clinginess, manipulation, blackmailing, isolation

I don’t like pretty boys

Tetsuya Kuroko

👤If you would have called him a pretty boy in literally every other situation, Kuroko would have been over the moon. You have to consider that he is often overlooked due to his natural talent to just not be noticed by people even if he is standing right next to them. Instead you decide to go straight for his feelings by telling him that you have no interest in pretty boys like him. You might as well have just punched him in his gut and it would have probably hurt less than your instant rejection. You didn't even give him a chance... Tetsuya doesn't even try to say anything back as he instead quietly leaves the scene. He is visibly gloomy for the rest of the day though and has never been more glad that people don't notice him as he just needs some time for himself to work through his pain. He feels unfairly treated as you just judged him only based on his looks without considering his personality. He's sure that if you were to know him better, you would realise that too.

👤​Then again, he has spent more time stalking you and following you around than actually spending time with you in person. Maybe that is where the problem lies? He spends the next few days trying to gather the courage to approach you again but he always gets cold feet as there is always this clench of his heart when he tries to do so, scared that you will send him away again. Plans are made during those days where Kuroko follows you around, observes you and thinks about what the best way is to face you once again. He knows your routine by heart as he waits for you in the places he knows you will stop by eventually. Kuroko isn't the most social person by a long shot but he thinks that maybe that is the problem right now. You just haven't gotten the chance to know him well enough which is why you made this unfair assumption about him. Hopefully he will be able to change your mind because if you reject him once more, he might get a bit desperate.

Atsushi Murasakibara

🍭​I don't think he has ever given it much consideration that he would be considered quite good-looking by many others. So you can probably imagine his major confusion when you tell him very clearly that you aren't into pretty boys like him. Are you confusing him with Himuro right now? Because his friend is usually the one who is considered the pretty boy in the team. Don't worry though, you won't hurt his feelings in the slightest bit with your rejection. Because Atsushi just decides to ignore it as if it never happened in the first place. Ignorance is apparently really bliss after all. He genuinely doesn't understand what your problem is with him and because he can't understand he just brushes it off as something not important and continues to seek you out. So there you have him, a giant man who is acting like a giant baby as you decide to vehemently avoid him whenever he approaches you. Murasakibara is just as persistent though as he chases you around whenever you try to disappear.

🍭​He eventually starts to feel irritated as well as frustrated with your behavior. Why are you being so difficult? He just wants to spend his time with you. The lack of attention and care you decide to give him really upsets him to the point where he becomes uncooperative in other aspects of his life as he isn't in the mood and doesn't see the meaning behind it if you aren't around. He starts getting desperate pretty soon and attempts to somehow get your attention back on him. From following you around whilst whining like a spoiled child to trying to bribe you with his candy. It is all annoying and exhausting for you, at least until his thinning patience finally snaps and he starts getting angry with your difficult attitude. That's when he starts being physically forceful as he drags you around with him or just lifts you up as if you are a toy and carries you to a place where he can be alone with you. He even starts scaring your friends as he starts feeling very jealous that you ignore him but pay so much attention to them.

Seijuro Akashi

🏆​You're playing a very dangerous game by telling him just like that to his face that you have little to no interest in a pretty boy like him. Especially if you two are around people you can probably audibly hear the crowd around you gasping for air as you reject him as quick as you do. Even Akashi didn't expect this and for a while he is genuinely baffled as he stares at you with a surprised look. This shock quickly dies down though as he regains his composure. He feels genuinely offended which is a first for him as no one has ever dared to greatly disrespect him due to his influence and the fact that most people are at least a bit afraid of him. He lets you get away with it though. For now at least. There is only the slightest twitch of his eyebrow and the displeased glint in his eyes that gives you the chills for a short moment before it all disappears behind a neutral look he puts on. He'll ignore this for now but it isn't very nice to just judge him based on his physical appearance.

🏆​A tiny part of him still manages to feel amused by your proclamation as it is usually his appearance that earns him adoration from fans. It's almost nice that you don't fall into the same category of all of his fans but that doesn't mean that you can just reduce him to a mere pretty boy and be done with. If you do that with others, he doesn't care but don't you dare do it with him. He is much more than just a handsome face and if you allow him to prove that to you, you would do the both of you a favor. You are going to spend an increased amount of time with him from that day on and if you don't want to do it by your own free will, Seijuro can simply arrange a thing or two behind your back. Mind you, he is being considerate right because despite the manipulation he uses to influence your own life, he is still allowing you the choice of freely choosing to get to know him better. If you decide to remain stubborn until the bitter end though, he may have to show you why people are so scared of him.

Tatsuya Himuro

◾​Himuro is the definition of a pretty boy and he is absolutely adored by all of his fans who send him love letters all of the time. Perhaps he can understand your sentience somewhere as he is aware of the bad image people as attractive as him tend to have. Putting all of this aside he is definitely not very appreciative that you tossed him aside by merely judging his looks because he is not like you imagine him to be. Tatsuya has his pride and you damaged that by throwing him out without giving him the chance to even allow him to get closer to you. That is definitely a tough pill to swallow but Himuro won't give up that easily. Now his own pride is on the line which makes him even more determined because he won't allow you to just think of him in a bad light without even getting to know him properly. Have you ever considered that your way of judging people might be quite shallow? God, does he turn more arrogant after your rejection as he starts harshly judging the people you choose to hang out with instead.

◾​Despite all of the brooding emotions he doesn't let anyone else know about how he is feeling. His sole focus is on you know after all as he is determined to change your mind about him. Himuro does opt for the more reasonable route at first as he tries to interact more with you and to show you that he is more than what you think of him. If you still choose to be ignorant, he starts getting more manipulative in return. He will start guilt-tripping you then in an attempt to make you feel bad for treating him the way you do. Don't you feel bad for judging him so quickly without even knowing him? Tatsuya will even infiltrate the circle of people you spend your time with to pressure you even more by using them. The charm that you despise works on others quite well after all and whilst he feels a tad bit guilty for using your own friends against you, you aren't exactly nice either for just ignoring him only because he happens to be physically attractive either. Let's just try to get along and give him a chance , okay?

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[tetsunabouquet]

Could you do some nsfw yandere headcanons for imayoshi, hanamiya, kiyoshi (he'd be interesting with his morals and all) and lastly akashi (presumably bokushi would come out and act on his feelings)?

A/N: Because of Tumblr's word limit, I do have to keep the headcanons a bit shorter then usual considering you requested multiple ones at once. (18+)

Imayoshi

-Imayoshi's ability to be able to do exactly what a person's hate, evolved once you caught his eye. He has almost some sort of magical ability to find you when you're all alone. -This also extends to making you love everything about him even though the depth of his obsession repulses you at first. -Not the type to force himself on you, but the one who will try to seduce you to get you as crazy as you make him. -He'll climb in your bed and whisper how much he wants to get dirty for a change when he sees you in your ear, caging you in his strong arms until his words start arousing you. Because his ability to do what you hate, allows him to always find the spare key you hide around your house. No matter how often you change its location. -Imayoshi always holds you after filling up your pussy, and sleeps with you. It's your sleeping face he holds most dear. You often feel like he should add teleporting in his skillset, because he always miraculously leaves about ten minutes before your parents wake up.

Hanamiya

-Sadistic enough to engage in sexual abuse. -Will fuck you raw to show you that you belong to him. -However he's patient and will spin a web around you before he acts. He will slowly isolate you from your friends, until you have no one to run to. -Once you're all alone, he'll slowly break you. From blackmail to rape, there is nothing Hanamiya isn't capable off. -Hanamiya's preference for stupid girls has to partially do with these being the type of girls who won't outsmart or win from him. They're easy prey to this spider. -The only thing you can do is moan and cum like a brainless slut as he chokes you and whispers in your ear how you belong to him.

Kiyoshi

-Because of his personality, you don't detect his creepiness at all which makes him so dangerous. -He's intelligent enough to realize he has the element of surprise. His plan is to slowly worm his way into your life and heart until it's too late. -Your friends won't believe you at all if you notice a tiny red flag every once in a while, because they are as oblivious to Kiyoshi's dark side as you are most of the time. -Once Kiyoshi feels the time is right, he'll slowly start taking his steps to close in. Dark eyes flashing when you talk to other boys who mysteriously all end up having their lives sabotaged. A possessive hand at times groping you and playing it off as an accident all the while a unsettling smile plays on his lips. -When he finally gets into your pants, Kiyoshi has either two sets of behaviors. One is sweet and rewards you kindly when you've been a good girl. If you've ruffles his feathers by daring to speak up or talk with other boys, he'll fuck your brains our with no mercy until you remember you're his. -Whenever he calms down from these moods, he'll start pampering your bruises with kisses as you mentally tell yourself not to upset him next time.

Akashi

-He knows everything about you. Has secret cameras installed around your house everywhere, has your phonecalls traced and overheard, knows your parents work schedule. He knows every detail about you before he starts to operate. -Whilst you and your friends can see him coming from miles away, no one will help you. No one had enough power to protect you from Akashi. -Eventually has you kidnapped. -He'll breed you so he can use the children against you. Expect as much creampies from him as possible. -Can foresee your every escape attempt. -He'll pump you roughly but slowly, and as you look into those slitted demon-like eyes of his, it feels as if you might as well be taken by the devil himself and you hate how it turns you on.

#knb #kuroko's basketball #akashi #akashi seijuro #knb x reader #hanamiya makoto #kiyoshi teppei #imayoshi shoichi #yandere #knb yandere

[aomine-ryo]

Me again Habibi 💖

How do you think GOM + Kagami, Takao, IMAYOSHI, Himuro would be as yandere headcanon? Red flags? U cannot see them when your eyes are closed 🙈

Love u and ur work, have the best day ✨

I already knew this about myself, but writing this has made me realise that there’s nothing more attractive than red flags 😍

sorry this took me longer than expected to write, but it was super fun!! love you and hope you enjoy!! xx

Headcanons: GOM + Kagami + Takao + Imayoshi + Himuro as yanderes (slight nsfw)

cw: manipulation, obsessiveness, stalker themes

Kuroko

• he’s obsessed with you

• you occupy every single one of his thoughts

• you thought he was cute and harmless? think again.

• slowly but surely, there seems to be fewer undergarments in your drawer

• you just assume that you lost them in the laundry, but kuroko always pockets something whenever he visits

• you’d think that the two of you were taking it slow, but in his head you’re the mother of his children

• you’re his soulmate, his everything— and he believes you think the same of him

Kise

• you think your boyfriend broke up with you because he found someone else? well, you’re wrong

• kise sweet-talked another girl to go after your ex

• and who was there to comfort you when the breakup happened? sweet and caring kise, of course

• he was there for you at your worst, he lifted you up when you were sad— you needed him in your life

• with your newfound trust issues stemming from your ex, you were conditioned to believe that kise was the only person you could trust

• and kise uses that to make sure you never leave

Midorima

• midorima is discreet with his actions

• you’d think that he’s very overlooking, but he takes note of every single thing you do

• it’s okay if you forget to update him about where you’re going that day, the tracker on your phone keeps him informed

• you don’t know it, but he always has eyes on you

• he’s not a fan of your friends, in his mind they’re just another distraction that keeps you from him

• but somehow your meetings with them always get cut short, and slowly you grow more distant with them

• now most of your time is devoted to midorima, just as he intended

Aomine

• aomine wants you to worship him

• he wants to be your only focus, have you devoting all your time and energy into him

• don’t ever dare to even look at another man because aomine will remind you that you’re his through punishments in the bedroom

• you find yourself on your knees for him often, respecting his every command out of fear of what he’d do otherwise

• he had your ‘best interests’ in mind, love-bombing you with flowers, compliments, kisses every other day

• but it was only to manipulate you into believing he’s the love of your life, the only one you need

• he had you wrapped around his finger, your whole life now revolves around him

Murasakibara

• murasakibara doesn’t leave you alone

• you’re led to believe that he just wants to make sure you’re safe, but it’s more intricate than that

• he’s emotionally dependent on you, he needs to be sure that you’re his and only his

• he’s impulsive too, his mood shifts very quickly

• he’ll act all clingy and cute, but one trigger could lead him to do impulsive things

• don’t you think it’s a bit weird that the classmate who playfully touched your arm tripped and fell down the stairs the next day?

• but it was all for your protection (at least that’s what he convinced himself)

Akashi

• he knows where he stands

• everyone who knew him would bow to him, and you’re no different

• he needs to ensure that your world revolves around him

• all your friends and family grew distant once akashi was in your life because he convinced you that he was all you needed

• you learned that it was best to not talk to any other man, because the last time you did that, you were tied up in his room for a whole day with no escape

• there was something about the sight of coming home to you ready to fulfil his needs that had akashi delighted

• and you knew better than to question the sudden disappearance of the man you talked to

• but akashi was good with his words, he had you convinced that everything he did was in your best interest

• he brainwashed you into believing this is what love is

• you didn’t need to make any decisions for yourself anymore— akashi will take care of everything for you

Kagami

• your life has been free from any troubles since you caught kagami’s eye

• you thought that it was just coincidence, but kagami had been doing everything in his power to prevent any harm from happening to you

• the girls who used to bully you mysteriously disappeared without a trace

• you almost tripped but kagami luckily ‘appeared’ just in time to catch you

• the guy in your class who always used to flirt with you despite your rejections was suddenly scared to even look at you

• you were the centre of kagami’s attention every single moment

• once kagami was a part of your life, he’d constantly remind you of how much he loved you, your phone was never silent

• he becomes irrationally angry when you’re too busy for him and he doesn’t think twice about eliminating whatever is keeping you from him

Takao

• you’d never think that takao was the yandere type

• he’s funny, charismatic and easygoing, right?

• that’s what he wants you to believe

• but takao is obsessed with you, he worships the ground you walk on

• he can’t stand being away from you for too long, so he follows you around, sometimes without your knowledge, watching you from afar as you laugh along with your friends who didn’t deserve to be in your presence

• he had sadistic tendencies in the bedroom, especially on days where you didn’t spend much time with him

• you believed that’s just what he was like, and you found the switch from his ‘normal’ personality to this attractive as well

• but he liked having you under his control, this was the true him

• he liked knowing that he could indulge himself in the person he was obsessed with

Imayoshi

• he’s calculating; every single move he makes is well thought out

• he studies you from afar at first, following you around, taking note of your likes, dislikes, strengths and weaknesses

• he then uses this information to make his move, presenting himself as your perfect match

• and your naive little self falls right into the trap, quickly believing he is the one for you

• but having you wasn’t enough, he needed to be the only person in your life

• he knew exactly how much affection to give you, then distancing himself so that he had you begging for more

• he’ll have you questioning your confidence, criticising your insecurities before praising you abundantly, manipulating you into thinking his opinion is the most important

• so when he criticises your friends, you were quick to distance yourself from them, making imayoshi the subject of all your attention

• before you knew it, he had you at his beck and call

Himuro

• on first glance, he was the perfect man— sweet, kind, caring

• but he had a much darker side to him that would do anything to have you

• he wants to own you

• he’ll strategically make sure that you’re dependent on him— emotionally, financially, sexually

• he convinced you that he’s the only one that truly knows and understands you, after all, he’s studied every inch of your body and had you emotionally dumping all your trauma onto him one drunken night

• he was the only one that truly loved you, the only one that could satisfy you

• and of course, the gorgeous necklace he gifted you on your birthday had a tracker in it, so he knew your every move

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[kinkandkreep]

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A/N: Hey hey y’all!👋🏿 Yes, yes, I K N O W.  I haven’t written up and posted anything here in an inordinate amount of time and for that I am truly sorry.😭 I’m not even gone get into the long drawn out story, but just know…it’s been a trip y’all. 🙃

SO!

As a lil’ apology and sum special for y’all, I decided to do a Yandere Halloween prompt! The prompt is listed down below, as is a link to the post/blog from which I pulled it. 

She's a shorty but a goodie, and please leave any more Halloween related prompt ideas below!

Enjoy~

“I can never get enough of you. I’ll drink you down to the last sip.”

He was insane. You knew that from the start, hence why you did your best to avoid him.

He was fond of following you- as he called it, “keeping watch.” 

You called it stalking, as would any even relatively sane person. 

Day in and day out, you would catch glimpses of him in your peripheral. Each time, his eyes would inevitably be trained on you. 

You, admittedly unfazed by his odd behavior, went about your daily business, paying little mind to the freak trailing you. 

Eventually, for a moment anyway, you felt a pang of pity for the strange boy. It couldn’t have been easy making friends or any worthwhile connections being so…unusual. 

And if you knew anything, you knew that in this world, it was unfortunately all about who you knew, not so much what. 

Looking back though, you wonder if maybe you underestimated your friendly personal creep. 

You highly doubt he could have orchestrated something like this without the help of someone else. Your creep didn’t appear to be particularly well built, at least not to the point that he could render someone unconscious and carry them an indeterminate distance all by himself. 

But then again, underestimating him initially is what got you in this situation. 

Waking up in an unfamiliar bedroom was decidedly new for you, but so cliche that if your head wasn’t pounding like someone had taken a jackhammer on the highest power setting to it, you would roll your eyes. 

You surprisingly weren’t bound, so you were free to move about the room as you pleased. 

It was spacious and well furnished, with plush carpeting and a large television sitting atop the dresser across from the bed. 

Unsurprisingly though, the door to exit the room was locked. You groaned internally at this, but immediately turned to try the single window, the only other potential entry and, most importantly, exit point. 

It too was locked. And strangely enough from the outside, as there were no locking mechanisms to be found on the inner frame. 

Irritated, you flopped back onto the bed, wary of falling back asleep, but needing to at least shut your eyes until the remaining headache ebbed away. 

It was probably about 5 minutes before you heard the telltale ‘click’ of the lock on the door turn. 

You shot up, pushing yourself as far away from the door, and the man entering through it, as possible. 

Upon seeing you conscious, the man’s eyes brightened almost comically. 

“My Desire, you’re awake.” 

He accelerated toward you, stopping abruptly once he recognized the apprehensive expression on your face morph into an icy fury. 

“Look, I don’t know and frankly don’t care what kind of freaky, Wattpad style fantasy you’re trying to live out here, but I want absolutely no part of it. You need to let me go.”

Your voice was firm and unwavering, your gaze much the same. 

Sure, there was a possibility that this maniac could hurt you or worse, but you’d never been one to cower in the face of challenge. 

This asshole had no right to manhandle you, uproot you from your life and lock you away like some treasure to be coveted. The whole premise was very shallow and selfish, and it infuriated you to no end. 

Your kidnapper stood in silence for some moments, before a sick chuckle began to bubble up from his chest. It lasted for some seconds, before it eventually became loud, raucous guffaws that shook his body and your eardrums. 

You, however, were very unamused. 

“Why are you laughing, bastard? What’s so fucking funny?” By now you were becoming tired, and the sooner this freak left you be, the sooner you could get some rest and more completely plan your next course of action. 

“It’s just so funny,” he began, kneeling down and sliding forward on the silk bed sheets towards you. 

“Do you have any idea how I’ve longed to have you here with me? How desperately I’ve desired to experience the feeling of going about my business within this house, and pausing, only to remember that you- my perfect, darling Desire- are upstairs, waiting to welcome me with open arms?”

“That will never happen.” You narrowed your eyes, cutting the maniac with a severe glare. 

“Perhaps not any time soon, but eventually you’ll grow to love me as I’ve grown to love you.”

“I highly doubt that. That’s not how love works.” 

The man shrugged, once again standing to his full height. 

“Not to you. Maybe not even to others. But all that matters is that it “works” for me.”

He turned, making his way toward the previously shut door, and you had half a mind to tackle him down while he wasn’t looking. 

That could prove quite idiotic however, and so you remained in your corner, studying him and anticipating his next moves and words. 

Once his hand sat perched on the doorknob, and his foot sat poised to guide him out of the room, he turned to speak over his shoulder. His words, spoken in a raspy, reverent but nevertheless chilling tone, sent a shock of pure ice down your spine.

“You are mine. From this day forward, you belong solely to me. And if I were you, I’d get with the program sooner rather than later. I am the single most dedicated, persistent person you’ll ever meet, and I will never give up on the future we could, that we will have together. I could never get enough of you, my love.”

He fully stepped out of the doorframe, and pulled the door towards him until naught but his lips and a single wide eye could be seen. 

“I’d recommend you get comfortable. Because if you remain uncooperative for too long, I’ll be forced to drain you dry.”

The door fully shut, and that telltale click sounded once more, as did his now muffled voice. 

“Beware Y/N, I will drink you down to the last sip.”

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tw. yandere, dubcon, threats, coercion, some degradation, dom/sub themes, humiliation, noncon voyeurism, former bullying mention, threesome-ish, crying, knife, choking wordcount. 5.5k

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akashi seijuro x fem!reader

See, if someone asked, Mibuchi could say that he’s friends with you.

It wouldn’t be an outright lie -you’ve been in the same classes since middle school, he’s seen how you act around your friends and wave everyone goodbye with a smile- but maybe it isn’t exactly the truth either. Safer to say, Mibuchi knows of you. Would even call you an acquaintance of sorts, and he’s pretty sure you guys were sort of friendly when you were twelve and he sat next you in class for a good couple months — he might even have walked you home at some point.

You could have been friends, if he’d been a little less busy with basketball practice in middle and high school, a little less busy with the team. Because really, he’d have had every opportunity to. You were in the cheer squad for a couple years, and he’s pretty sure you were one of the girls who helped collect funds for the Rakuzan bus rides from and to tournaments- and you always seemed pleasant, kind. If he hadn’t been so focused on his sport career, he might’ve even had a bit of a crush on you.

Not that he plans on making up for it now, but it’s not hard to see or admit that you’re pretty stunning, you were back then— and you definitely are today. Perfectly manicured nails and beautifully glossy hair that makes you look full and warm and modelesque all at once. You shine. It’s hard not to notice someone like you whenever he sees you at their matches. He knows he’s not the only one. College jocks are hardly the picture of self restraint, and if you think signed athletes are any different, you’d be wrong. But all of that doesn’t really matter, because you don’t sit in the stands for him.

The redhead that he has spent the past few years playing alongside is lucky to call you more than friends. He respects Akashi. There’s almost no way around it when you play on a team alongside the guy, that pure, unfiltered resolve he has, and the steely brute force it sometimes takes the form of. Akashi wouldn’t exactly have it any other way too, and though that might get annoying if he were anyone else, Mibuchi isn’t arrogant enough to acknowledge that the guy plays best when he knows people he respects have his back. That type of world-class talent doesn’t come around a lot.

The redhead that has you sitting looking pretty in the stands is the same boy that’d shove you to the concrete in grade 2. The one he saw yank your pigtails and put glue in your backpack, isn’t he? The one who started the talk that you’d kissed a teacher under the bleachers, and stood by when Hayama stuck his hand up your skirt? Yeah, it’s probably because you aren’t friends that he doesn’t understand. All he knows is that kids grow up, and he respects the Captain.

So it’s because he respects Akashi that he finds himself in this situation, isn’t it?

You’re tiny. Well, everyone is sort of ‘tiny’ compared to most professional basketballers… but leaning against the concrete pillar with your perfect outfit and your arms wrapped around yourself, not a hair out of place - it is more vibes than actual appearance that makes you seem small. Compact, tiny, quiet, if he didn’t know any better, he’d liken you to a skittish little animal. You’re waiting, eyes scanning everyone briefly as they stream out. It’s sort of lonely looking, though. His head reminds him it isn't really his problem, but hey, it feels weird to pretend to not see you too.

And he supposes you are kinda friendly, right? As his long legs carry him through the sliding doors of the training center, he plops a sucker between his lips, glances over his shoulder and - makes the executive choice to walk up to you. If only to entertain you a little while Akashi takes his time running through the coaches’ comments, like he usually does. You blank when you notice him walk up, before doing a quick double take at the doors, and he takes the sort of deer-in-headlights look as a question on your end. “Akashi’s probably going to be a little bit longer, if I had to guess.”

“Oh. I see.” You let out a nervous little laugh, and wring your hands together, and he takes a brief second to look at you. Sure, he hasn’t exactly been very chatty when you’ve strolled in during practices with forgotten bento boxes, or when you sit at the very front row during matches with your perfectly presented exterior and a nervous glitter in your eyes, or even when it seems you’ve been dragged along to the teams events— but from what he knows of you… in the past, you’re not the shy little bunny standing before him now. It almost makes him a little self-conscious. Is it him that’s making you hesitate, or are you just… different now? People do change, after all. Still, it doesn’t seem… like change.

“I’m… Mibuchi, I was in the same class as you a lot growing up.” He finds himself explaining, in case you forgot. He wouldn’t exactly blame you if you did. If you managed to forgive and forget for Akashi, you could’ve forgotten most other things.

But you pause, and then your face softens into a slow smile. “I remember you, Reo-kun. We were desk mates in Ms. Tanaka’s class. You were always nice to me.” Right, with your high ponytail and cute bangs and your flowery frilly shirts. Thinking about it harder, he definitely did have somewhat of a crush on you back then. “It’s nice to get to talk to you again, it’s been so long.”

“You still like basketball, huh?” he asks, and you laugh and look at the floor, before nodding.

It takes a few seconds for your eyes to meet his again. “Yes, I guess so. Don’t have much of a choice.” It lingers when your voice goes a little more quiet. Right. Because, your boyfriend’s a pro-athlete. “Don’t get me wrong, I like the games! It’s really nice to get swept up in the excitement of it from time to time.” You sound light, breezy … but almost mournful too. It’s somewhere in your eyes, your long lashes unable to hide the deepness of it. “Honestly, I can’t wait for the season to start again.” Another beat passes, before you seem to snap out of it, and refocus on him. “You’re still playing too.”

Whatever tension crept up in his shoulders doesn’t loosen when he grins. “Almost fifteen years now, can’t let that streak go to waste.” He sucks on the lollipop for a long moment, before tilting his head. “Besides, pretty sure Akashi wouldn’t let me.”

It cracks your carefully crafted expression. For a split second -surprising both himself and you, it seems, because then your smile is picture perfect again. The same perfect smile you give everyone when they say ‘hi’ and Akashi laces his hand with yours. Or when you blow back a kiss across the field. And see, he isn’t too concerned with people’s reactions, usually. But it’s so sudden that it feels … weird. Everything suddenly feels weird. You never wear Akashi’s jerseys, even when he stuffs them into your hand before matches. Not that you have to… it’s just, you used to be cheer captain. It seems like something you’d want to do.

That sits weirdly. 

“You’re definitely right about that,” you agree, but the light of it doesn’t reach your eyes. Before he can think about it, the electronic doors slide open behind him— and as if you’re burned, you take a few steps away and into a new line of sight. “‘Juro, you’re back!”

“Why aren’t you waiting in the car, stupid?” is the first thing that comes out, reaching for you like you’re a lost child, as his mismatched eyes find Mibuchi. His face is perfectly blank of emotion as it always seems to be. “You guys were talking?”

Instantly, your eyes shoot up to his, and you seem to cling a little harder. “No! N-no, just… Mibuchi was waiting with me. We’re done.” You fiddle with the chain of your necklace when your boyfriend stays quiet and stares you down, searching for … a lie? An explanation? Whatever it is makes Mibuchi feel like he shouldn’t be watching. But he can’t pull away from the scene. His teammate eventually leans down to kiss you long and deep, and your shoulders drop a tad bit. Not enough to look relaxed.

“Hm.” If Akashi notices, he doesn’t mention it, and instead brushes his lips along your temple. “We should get home then. You look a little tired.” You don’t agree, but your feet start moving robotically upon the prompt, and the noiret takes that as the only clue he’s gonna get that the conversation is over.

“See you two next… practice,” he starts to say as you two walk off, but quiets down as you turn over your shoulder to look at him. There’s something off about your eyes. At least, he swears— there is. It makes him feel like he’s crazy. Because your pretty smile is right there, and you’re wrapping your perfectly manicured fingers around Akashi’s bicep.

The look doesn’t fade when Akashi simply nods, and ushers you along with a hand that lands in the dip of your spine. “Sure.”

+

The next time he sees you isn’t at practice. It takes him aback a little, putting the weights he was curling down to straighten up for a better view. You’re looking around like a lost puppy, and the reflection on the large glass panes boxing him off hides most of you from view, but sure enough- it’s you. Just you, once more, rubbing your hands along your arms as you wait in line for something.

It isn’t his business. It really isn’t, but- you didn’t show up to any of their matches or practices the last two weeks. Is it so strange that he’s sort of glad to see you alive and well? Not that he’d ever think badly of Akashi, but you’d been in such a bad mood when you left, and it just… didn’t seem right. He takes his water bottle to toss it onto his bag, before jogging on over out of the gates and around the corner right when you slip out of view. A few people walk around him, and he catches a brief look of your face as you hesitantly slip a card into the ATM.

Your hands are shaking. They’re shaking, and your lip is screwed between your teeth and… if it wasn’t you, he’d think you were doing something nefarious. “Hey,” he softly breathes as he walks up, and your jumpy squeak only makes him more uncomfortable.

Your eyes are so wide when you turn around. “Mibuchi! —Oh, Reo… it’s you.” The device behind you beeps. “Sorry, I,” your pretty face paints on a smile as you take out the money and slide it neatly into your purse, “I wasn’t expecting anyone to talk to me.” There’s a moment of silence as he scans you up and down, and that horrible feeling drops back into his gut. He can’t help it, it’s laced in the air between you two, it’s on his tongue, it’s in your eyes when you blink up at him. “Reo? Are you- okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” he nods, wiping his hands on his gym shorts. Is— should he say something? Is there something to say? It’s not like he can just … ask if you’re being treated badly. Hell- he’s been friends with Akashi since high school- he trusts the guy! There’s absolutely no reason he should be thinking like this. “You look beautiful,” he ends up blurting out, unable to think of anything else to say. “Me and the guys missed you at practice.”

“O-oh,” you giggle, and shake your head. “I was just a bit… busy at home, that’s all. I hoped Seijuro would’ve told you guys not to expect me.” Either you’re a really good actor, or some of your nerves slide off of you when you look up at him, and this time, he believes the smile. “But I guess I don’t have to tell you what he’s like, he isn’t really the talking type.” There’s a certain fondness in your eyes when you shrug. “You know, Seijuro bought me a ring five weeks into dating, when we were in high school. Said he knew what he wanted, and that he’d make me the happiest wife on the planet if I agreed.” You giggle. “At sixteen years old, he was already that way. I thought it was really romantic back then, his smittenness.”

This he remembers. Akashi talked about it in the locker room once, knowing you’d be cheering in the stands, he’s pretty sure he even showed off the ring despite the ridicule. Did you still wear Akashi’s jerseys back then? He can’t for the life of him figure out why he cares to remember so bad. Your tongue swipes out to brush your lips. “We’re a long ways out from high school now, huh?” Mibuchi’s hand twitches by his side as he watches the smile die out, but what the hell can he say. He wasn’t there for either of you, not really. If something did happen, would he even know?

His eyes sink down your face ever so briefly to your throat when you look off. There’s a mark purple and red where a necklace would have sat, bruised all around, and though faded- he stops smiling.

“What’s that?!” 

You jerk away with an uncomfortable glance, and a shake of your head. Fuck, he wants you to say something. He wants you to tell him some stupid story about a rash or a tumble, to tell him to fuck off and leave you be, because it isn’t his business- but you don’t. Maybe he does consider you a friend. “Hey, if- you ever need anything,” need help, he wants to say, but the word doesn’t make it out of his mouth. “You just have to ask, you know?” He doesn’t exactly expect you to drop everything and beg for aid in the middle of Kyoto, but the pristine calm that washes over you is almost eerie.

Your eyes find his. “Well— I- I want to visit my mom.” The tremble in your voice is soft, but it’s there, squeezing your fingers a little tighter. “Can you drop me off at the nearest train station? Seijuro’s off on a little business trip today, and he’s got his car. I don’t really… want to wait until he’s back.” A nagging little voice in the back of his head tells him not to get involved.

But the voice isn’t loud enough. “Of course, yeah.”

+

Akashi’s passes are bad today. He’s been on edge seemingly all practice, wiping sweat off the back of his neck as he talks to the manager- and Mibuchi doesn’t feel entirely comfortable just walking up to him. They don’t have the friendship they did in high school, and though he still appreciates the guy, there’s a space there that wasn’t there before. As if on cue, the redhead’s eyes flick up and meet his, differently colored eyes scanning him up and down, and Mibuchi looks away. He doesn’t want to seem too interested in your business, he’s pretty sure you wouldn’t want him to be either— but he can’t exactly pretend not to be curious anymore. It’s basically leaking out of him onto the polished floor.

Did you get home okay after? Did you and Akashi talk? Did you fight? 

The first hour results in a record of missed 3 pointers and shitty teamwork, so clearly the tension isn’t just in his head. Even their stern watcher of a coach eventually grits his teeth. “All of you, I want you to regroup before the end of the night, or I’ll have you dribbling until your arms fall off.” Everyone straightens out and gives a quick ‘yes, coach’. His eyes then slide to the Captain, and he crosses his arms. “Akashi, take a rest, you’re all over the place today.”

“You almost elbowed me in the face earlier, dude,” the shooting guard softly mumbles upon the prompt, and it’s barely a second before Akashi’s nose to nose with the man, his fist wound in the sweaty jersey by his throat. Everyone freezes up, and even the long-time coach is caught off guard by the sudden flare of anger. But Akashi doesn’t falter, and hisses out his words.

“Stay out of my fucking way then. This is my court, and you’re on my team. You serve me.”

The gruff older man stands up to separate the two with a short bark of the Captain’s name, as those devilish mismatched eyes flick up. “Akashi! Bench, now. You pull a stunt like that again and you’ll remain there.” It’s like there’s a black cloud over the entire gym that makes them hold their breath, until every so slowly, the fist unfurls and drops. The redhead doesn’t say another word, but his brows are just as furrowed as he steps back, and looks around. Those fiery eyes pass over Mibuchi just briefly, and he swears they stare a little longer than they should. “Now line up, you shitty little brats!”

“Yes, coach!”

Shoes squeak on the floor as they line up, and Mibuchi lingers on the interaction a bit longer. The shorter man catches the ball tossed at him, and slowly straightens up as he clicks his tongue. “Yes, coach.” He can’t shake the glare or the thinly laced impatience in his voice.

+

It displays almost three on the blinking alarm clock when the rattling at his door wakes him. There’s an impatient knock, and then another few ones about twenty seconds later that have him throwing the covers off. The house is as he left it for the night when he drags himself towards the entrance and waits for a moment longer, before a tiny sniffle catches him entirely off guard. It’s a woman. His tired mind still instantly comes upon you, and he unlocks the door when a hand again meets the wood.

The apartment light doesn’t fail him. It is you, though there’s a darkness under your eyes -smudged mascara- and your hands are bound before you, as you’re basically held up by your neck and you’re pushed into the doorway. Mibuchi stumbles as his hands land on your arms to stop your fall, and for a brief moment, everything seems okay.

Until the door is closed behind the three of you and the person who pushed glares with an anger that he can feel burn his skin. Akashi. The normally quiet, demanding Captain doesn’t have much of his usual restraint when he picks you back up by your arm and holds you out as if you’re a stolen toy— and he sneers as the hiss of his voice cuts. “You think I’m fucking stupid? I saw you looking at her all of last season’s practices. But she doesn’t actually want you, does she? She tried her very fucking best to run off, to no avail.” He briefly glares down at you when you whimper, and shake your head against the gag in your mouth. “Don’t pout, slut, you deserve to be punished. Don’t you think?”

You’re crying. Hard, a desperate, trashing cry that’s making his hairs stand upright. And he doesn’t think you could ever look ugly, but you’re definitely crying like you want the ground to swallow you up whole, and like the action of struggling this hard is causing you pain. “No, I don’t wanna.”

The entire scene doesn’t make any sense. Why are you — why is Akashi here? It fries his brain the longer he thinks, and his hands slowly slide off of your arms to take a tiny step back. “Captain…,” Mibuchi starts, reaching out to hold your hand. Akashi should let go of you. You’re hurt.

The movement has Akashi’s irises back on his teammate with fire, eyes wide and accusatory. “Move.” He takes you by your collar and drags you like you’re a kitten, before shouldering Mibuchi out of his own doorway to deposit you on the cold floor. It knocks him out of his daze enough to at least process the situation. This can’t be his former friend pulling something like this— but it’s playing out right before him. What the fuck? “I had to spend the entirety of yesterday driving up to Tokyo because of the stupid shit my flighty little wife pulled,” Akashi’s voice is tighter now, calmer, but not any less vicious as he watches you.

“Maybe if you get on your knees and beg my forgiveness, I won’t let everyone know what a fucking whore you are.” Through the gag, your muffled, pitched voice sounds out in the openness of his apartment. You look so pitiful, and Akashi’s not letting up as he grips your face to pull it only about an inch away from his own. “Apologize. You are mine. Doesn’t matter how far you run, you’re always going to be mine.” A thumb brushes along your cheeks to get rid of the silvery tracks. “I love you. You know I do.”

“You should let go of her,” his own voice comes before he has time to think it over. This situation is absurd, and he isn’t willing to just stand by to watch you get treated this way— at least, that’s until the other man turns to him and the brief moment of kindness is replaced by a darkness that flashes over his face.

The redhead’s hand disappears into his pocket, glaring at him from his elevated position in the baren light of the room. “Shut your fucking mouth, Mibuchi.” There’s not a sliver of familiarity left when he clicks his tongue, and like he’s the one who’s disgusted, narrows his eyes. “Don’t forget who you’re talking to.” The tense silence is only made more pressing by the way you give him those fearful eyes, shaking your head ‘no’ as the man before him steps a bit closer. “I am not here to ask your opinion… I’m here to punish her.” As he points in your direction, his hand comes out of his pocket with a knife, glittering brilliantly even in the dark, and is then aimed towards him. Your pinched crying starts up again when he pulls your head up by your hair, and Akashi raises an eyebrow.

“You think you’re the first with notions of heroism? This brat runs like it’s a hobby. You’re not special.” His eyes burn. “If I hear you talk to me again, I’ll hurt her,” he breathes, deathly serious as he turns to you, “and if you don’t obey, I’ll hurt him, okay? I know you don’t want that, baby doll.” When you wildly shake your head again, he kneels down by your side, and Mibuchi can’t do anything but watch as the spit-filled gag is pulled down your chin and Akashi cups your cheek to kiss you ever so softly. “I know, I know, it’s okay. You were being friendly, hm? You’d never use our friend here for your own protection. But you still let me find you, and now you get punished, you know that.”

“Seijuro, I’m sorry, please,” your voice barely sounds like you. It’s hoarser, desperate, and cracking with tears as wetness and snot runs on your face— “please let’s just go home. We don’t have to make up here, I won’t- I won’t run again, I promise.” Akashi stills for a second too long to pretend to be indifferent. But he still hardens up, and simply turns over his shoulder to look at the noiret with a cold look.

“Where’s the bedroom?”

“N- ‘Juro- no,” you start struggling again through your tears, and he wants to help you. “Please anything but this, I beg you! Seijuro!” Your poor wrists look rubbed raw because of the fabric, and be it the dejected look in your eyes or the sound of your cries ringing through his house -it sparks another surge of adrenaline in him. But the Captain doesn’t repeat himself, and the words ring through his skull. I’ll hurt her. “I’ll be your good girl-” you start, before dissolving into a mess of cries when the redhead wraps an arm around your belly and pulls you up onto your feet against him. You go soft and quiet when your face is against his chest, and Akashi presses the sharp blade of the knife into your neck.

“Well?”

“It’s to the left.” Mibuchi has no other choice, does he? He has no way of knowing if the man before him would actually hurt you— he doesn’t even know the person standing before him now. As he trails his eyes over the two of you in both worry and stress, the glitter of the ring on your finger doesn’t miss him. You really did get married, didn’t you? Was it always like this? He can’t imagine you’d have stayed as long as you have if it was… but then again, he clearly doesn’t know anything about Akashi. He doesn’t know anything about you either, from the looks of things.

“Come along,” Akashi says, leading the way to the abandoned bedroom with too steady a step. If he wasn’t so worried about getting you hurt -or worse- he could probably make a run for his phone charging on the kitchen counter. But by the time police got here, it’d be too late. So instead he just slowly, carefully follows behind as you’re deposited on the messed up sheets of his own bed, and stands in the doorway with baited breath. As Akashi slowly starts to undo each button of your silky pyjamas, a horrible feeling settles in his stomach, and he clears his voice. There’s no way it can be what he thinks it is. The stretch of skin revealed to him is littered with fresh hickeys, and Mibuchi looks away.

Not quick enough, clearly, because you pull up a sniffled breath and let out a little whine when Akashi hums. “Always make me embarrass you like this.” The soft lilt to his tone is almost gentle, if he wasn’t threatening you with a knife a minute earlier. “Crying like a baby until you get what you want, hm?” The ruffling of clothes is enough to have heat come up onto Mibuchi’s face, resolutely boring his eyes into the doorframe instead of you. Akashi can’t be serious. He clears his voice, and the Captain sighs. “So how long have you been in love with my wife?”

“Huh?” He looks up to see the way you’re holding the undone shirt to your chest and barely keeping your modesty, and Akashi giving him a blank look. “I- I’m not-”

“Sure you are. Just look at her.” He apraises you from his spot beside the bed, and runs his long fingers along your jaw and shoulder with a little breath. “She’s absolutely perfect. Aren’t you, baby? My beautiful little doll.” The kiss he lays onto your lips is genuinely soft, and loving, and a cold spike comes to Mibuchi’s spine at the sight of you melting into the touch despite everything. “Always perfect for me…” Akashi whispers, and then straightens up. “That’s exactly why I can’t let you go.”

He turns over his shoulder briefly to look at Mibuchi, and then sighs. “You should take a seat. I’m going to remind my little whore wife exactly who she belongs to- you sit and be quiet, understand?”

He can’t bring himself to answer verbally, but at the pleading look in your eyes -the one currently eating him up as much as it is sending hot flares down his body- he slowly takes the farthest corner of the bed and sits. Your eyes don’t manage to make it to his as Akashi unclasps your arms from around you and peels the last of your soft top off. His eyes flick down instinctively, he can’t help it, and makes his mouth a little more dry. You’re - beautiful, embarrassment coloring your cheeks and ears and chest with obvious humiliation that only makes the redhead hum. “You’re so pretty.” His rough palm comes under your face to grab it and force it to turn. “Look at Mibuchi, isn’t this what you wanted?”

“N-no,” you whimper, but bite your lip hard, and your chest rises and falls rapidly.

“You don’t like being watched?”

“You know I don’t,” your voice comes out soft, but there’s an edge there that only makes Akashi’s mouth twitch, as he forces you to uncross your legs. He starts work there too, peeling off your shorts down beautiful smooth thighs. The noiret tries to stop himself from watching so intently, he truly does, because it’s clear you hate every second that he stares. But — fuck, your little whimpers are making his heart race. He’s just a guy, and the stress, and flood of adrenaline is betraying him now. Once your shorts and panties are off, Akashi just watches for a moment, and you take a deep breath. “You can’t bully me into liking it, Seijuro.”

He barely reacts. Brushes his rough thumbs along your tits and over your nipples, and pushes you back on the bed. “Shhh. We’re having a moment, baby. I didn’t want to do this, you know?” Akashi speaks like he’s cherishing you with his lips hovering yours, nudging your one thigh apart to make room for his hand as he runs two fingers along your slit. “But you make me. You’re just a stupid, dumb girl acting out because you want to be reminded of who you belong to, hm?” You shiver, and he spits onto his hand to start grinding his rough palm against your pussy as you close your eyes.

“No. No, I don-”

“No? You did this with Aomine,” he sighs, working two of his thick fingers inside you and you wiggle and hide your face into your shoulder, “and you did this with Kise too. But you’re still here. You just like getting your pussy fucked hard when you make me mad. Say it.”

“Ah- Seijuro, I-” His fingers curl in you, and your back lifts off the bed as your mouth opens into a silent moan. “Ah, ah— I like getting my pussy- fucked h-hard,” your voice is barely a whimper, but it’s quiet in the room save for everyone’s labored breathing as the slick sound of your pussy gets messier and louder. As you’re curling your hips onto his hand and resisting the urge to really fuck yourself onto his fingers, he pulls his shirt over his head and reveals the hard on covered by flimsy basketball shorts— and you let out a squeak. “Seijuro, ‘juro, I feel- mh-” You can’t even string a proper sentence together as he grunts, and traps your poor clit against the fleshy part of his palm.

“You should apologize for using Mibuchi,” Akashi softly says, a faint little grin on his lips that shows the glee in his eyes even more. “Go on.”

“But I— I didn’t use- ah, ahh-fuck.” Your wetness is glistening every time Akashi pulls his hand back and forces long fingers back in you- and you stuff the fabric of the gag back between your lips just to bite it hard as your tits are squeezed and he pinches your clit until your thighs shake. Then you cry, and open teary eyes to the man still frozen at the end of the bed. He doesn’t want you to look. To notice the shame pooling in his gut. “‘M sorry for using you.” Your snively look is too much.

Akashi hikes one of your thighs to your chest as he pulls his cock out and only shakes his head a little in disbelief, before lining up and pushing the drooling, red head in one hard pump inside. You whine out, and he licks his teeth as he grabs your throat and squeezes. “Needy fucking bitch. If you want to get your cunt fucked harder, you- should-” Each thrust slaps hard against your skin and hikes you further up, tits bouncing as your hands grab his forearms. “learn- to ask. Now Mibuchi will have to fuck his fist thinking of you, hm? Your- ugh- fault.”

His cock grinds deep inside your belly, hitting that spot good enough that you can’t open your eyes. Your ring glitters like your slicked pussy does, and the silvery tears on your cheeks. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you shake your head and sob, biting down on your puffy lips hard and clinging on. You look sorry. But with each thrust and squelch of your pussy taking Akashi as deep as you can, that look gets a little more faded. Maybe you're good at forgiving and forgetting.

You certainly look it.

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[bts5sosempire]

the tyrant (viii)

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sukuna ryomen x reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 5,852 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: old time period, mention of arranged marriage, polygamous marriages, slow-burn yandere, power imbalances, peer pressure, mentions of infertility, etc. 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: "you were the apple of Sukuna’s eyes, the one who brought him solace and everything. The only thing you were incapable of was giving him a child, an heir he wished to spoil like he did to you." 𝐚/𝐧: I AM FINALLY DONE! Went pass the word limit istg. But hope y'all are ready what y/n is planning. 👀 btw, please like ❤️, comment in the "comment" section 📝 for tagging, and reblog 🔄 if you wish. Forgot I edited some parts in different chaps too, so if you see minor changes in them then I was fixing them.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Another few more months with the year ending, and another would mark the end of five years. Despite being bedridden, it had made you uneasy since spending the luxury time doing nothing had made you naught. Yumi and the personal servants who you had personally hired for your inner circle inside the castle had been keeping you posted up about your businesses from the outside. Everything was going well.

Holding the reports over the fire, it lights up when the corner catches, "I'm gonna leave for a bit." You told Yumi, who was alarmed by you.

They started to panic, "You already received your reports saying all is well; you shouldn't move around a lot." Yumi tried to sway your mind, but you had already stood up from your bed and in front of your long mirror.

With your arms stretched out, the personal servants you hired from the outside who knew about your secret come to your aid. They swiftly took off your attire and replaced it with your pseudo outfit. You rarely snuck out, but today you feel rebellious. Staying in bed may get you sick in staying in bed.

You turn around to grab Yumi by the arms and put her in your futon, "Stay here and be good." With a soft smile, you open the door and poke your head out and look around for a particular male valet. Outside, your room was quiet; everyone was prepping for dinner now and cleaning the dining area to feast later. "Where are they?" And right on cue, their eyes met yours when appearing from a corner, and they understood immediately when you nodded at them.

With the quick perception of their view, their feet race towards you. "Everyone is busy; it should take about two hours at most." They informed you with a bow, their gaze not meeting yours.

"Good," coming out of your room, your feet glide across the polished wooden boards as they tail closely behind you. Behind every castle are secret walls; you happened to know it by accident during your research days as becoming Seijuro Hajime. It somehow comes in handy now.

After making swift turns around the halls, you stop right in the middle of a wall that is made of a stack of jagged stone slabs building on top of another; its color that was once in the shade of grey birch is now darkened with tints of green. Its gap of lines was filled with green and yellow moss and heavy, unruly vibes hanging from above. The area you'll frequent quite a lot is an abandoned wing rumored to be a gorgeous garden but is now defiled by aging neglect. The large pond that was filled with colors of Koi fish is now empty with weeds and putrid water that is left behind by the rain. Chip redwoods of a bridge leading to a roofless gazebo that represents the heart and main attraction of the pond. Overall, everything is in bad condition.

Your fingers smoothly ran along every crevice and protruding bump of each slab, and it wasn't until you reached the smaller rock with a small mark that could go unnoticed under the human eyes if no one was paying attention to it. Faintly remembering the details at the back of your head, you push the rock, which caves into your strength.

There was a low rumble from within the walls, and debris fell from above the shaking forces. The wall split into two, and faint mechanic whirring gears could be heard. Torches mounted on the wall spring into life as each illuminates the dark long descending stairs ahead of you. Red wooden beams were worn for ages, also holding the tunnel. A faint smell of wet, sticky residue lingers in the air.

Well, that's ominous. You turn around to face the valet, and they bid you a half farewell, "Stay safe." Nodding at them, they press another adjacent block to the opening block, and the doors come sliding close.

You descend the stairs and follow one pathway until you reach the middle, where it diverges to three; if you remember, you should take the one on the right. It also says in the blueprint that there is a trigger for activating traps; right in the center is a hanging bell above. If the bell is cut loose, all the mechanisms within the walls will run. You eye the old rusted bell that is darkened with a barely color of copper resembling it.

°

"Did you miss me?" Someone throws themselves and wraps their arms around your neck behind you. You place a hand on top of the table to save yourself from toppling forward face-first into the food. The cup of warm tea of amber liquid spilled over your nimble fingers. Their scent entered your nose, and it was the same person you bumped into before. "You know you're very hard to find; I scoured the whole city." Sliding their arms around, that now occupied your arm, they sat beside you as if they were your lover.

Personal space for you is also gone.

You patiently set the cup down and grabbed the rag near the portable stove that warmed the teapot. Wiping away the spilled remnant, you inch away from the clingy woman by loosening your arm, but she only tightens it with a pout. For some reason, you don't think you understand the choice a young woman like her makes to try to be cute to get their way. I mean, you're a woman. That's why you're probably immune to it.

In the first place, you only came out here to be a spectator since, within your report, there should be two high clans born male heirs trekking through the city that Sukuna rules from Yuichi. But you doubt you can complete your task today if you don't do anything.

"It's rude not to look at the person talking to you. Do you know who I am?" They tugged your arm. "My older cousin runs this city, and I could have your head, too, you know?" It looks like it will be hard to get your attention, "My cousin is Sukuna Ryomen."

Upon hearing his name, you tried to remain indifferent, but you only let out a small huff of a laugh. 'This should be interesting to pass the time.' The woman thought throwing her cousin's name around would add weight and make her cave in, but it seemed to be doing the opposite effect. Without her knowing, you decided to amp up a charming facade. "The Sukuna Ryomen?" You turn your head to face her, and the coy smile that split across your lips made the woman frown. Why aren't you scared of her? "Do you know," you stare into those pomegranate eyes that share the same color as Sukuna, "throwing your cousin's name around isn't safe too? You're making yourself a target for-" your eyes roam around the room. A few people were looking your way, and the woman noticed it too and flushed red, "-those to take advantage of."

"If only you looked at me when I asked!" Kiriko fumbles out an excuse, and her face becomes hotter and red.

This makes you decide to toy with the woman. Since she has a relation to your supposed husband, it would be easy to probably get the information right if you knew how to ask. Although you think you wouldn't be able to, it's not hard for you to play around with her. "From what I heard, he isn't a good man."

"What do you know about him?" She bites back.

"He plays favorites with certain people, and there's this special wife he's rather fond of." You quip to get a reaction from her, and it seems to hit the mark. "I saw her a few times, and she's lovely that many of these city and village folks adore her. Got to say she's a woman after my own heart if she wasn't married."

"You shouldn't like her!" Kiriko jealousy spouted, and with a tug of your arm towards her, you thought she might yank it off its socket. "She might be pretending to be nice to make people like her! You should like someone genuine like me!" She declared, and this made you snort another laugh. A woman jumping the horse, it seems. You don't know what she has heard about you, but it is pretty amusing. "What? You don't believe me?" Now she sounds offended.

"It's not that I don't believe you," wanting to tease her more, you swoop in closer to her, "but I don't believe in tarnishing another person just on baseless rumors or what they have or heard against her." Kiriko shrinks back from the sudden closeness. She was quiet, and then you turned your attention away from her. "Sir," you raise a hand to pay for your tab. Once they're near, you drop the payment into their outstretched hands.

Sliding your arm out of their hold, you lighten up your pace with the woman chasing after you. "Wait!" They shouted after you, and you made eye contact with a nearby seller who understood what you indicated. The seller grabbed a bucket of water and poured it onto the ground right after Kiriko was close enough to be after you. Kiriko shrieks out when the lower half of her attire is wet. "Watch where you throw that dirty water, you peasant!"

"Ah, I'm sorry, Miss." They awkwardly apologize.

Kiriko bites the bottom of her lip and looks at your back; you don't even turn around to check if she's alright. She watches your figure disappear into the heads of an endless crowd with a little bit of resentment. She'll make you look her way no matter what since she wants to take you back to her homeland as a spouse by the end of her stay, even if it's by force.

[at a random inn]

"So what's the deal?" You suddenly appeared by Yuichi's side, who got slightly spooked.

"You got to stop doing that," the man told you; he put a hand over his chest. You only laugh and cross your arms before looking below from the second floor. Yuichi saw you spectating two males who stood out like a sore thumb in the crowds of primary cotton colors clothing of grey, dark grey, and brown. "I thought you weren't going to come?"

"And miss this glorious sight?" You humor Yuichi but cut it short too. "I must return to the castle soon, or my covers blow. So who are they?" Motioning the two rich strangers talking lowly to one another, Yuichi tilts his head slightly toward you.

"The one in deep indigo is Totsuwa Iriyu; from my sources that I have people gathered around, his family used to serve the Emperor before they fell from grace. The funny thing is your husband was involved with their family, and there were speculations that he took them off from the Inner Circle of the Emperor Hoshu." Yuichi explains, and you thought that might be something Sukuna would do. "And the one in dark green is Mugetsu Rintoru, and he's that buddy, in the deep indigo best friend too. He also has a problem with your husband too."

"Everybody seems to have problems with Sukuna; I'm unsurprised." Amusement dances across your lips, "How long are they planning to stay?"

"Approximately up to three weeks since they did get an invitation from Sukuna." Now that made you raise an eyebrow.

"Guess invitation isn't what is going in their mind too; nobody comes here in Sukuna's land with no pure thoughts since he is the most sought after when it comes to wealth. And revenge." You then un-latch your arms and pat Yuichi's biceps. "I'll approach them in my time, but keep an eye on them."

°

Your servants all scamper away when Sukuna walks through the hall; they all refuse to look up but still greet him in acknowledgment. But the one that felt like they were getting a heart attack was the one who was your spies. Sukuna had come to pick you up for dinner quite early. They all gave each a look to see who would intercept him. There was a back-and-forth motion of 'No, you' between the servants. But it wasn't until Sukuna positioned himself in front of them they all hesitantly looked up.

"L-Lord Sukuna, Lady (Name) is still resting." One squeaks out in fear; despite being hired by you, they still fear Sukuna.

"Move aside," he commanded.

"She wishes not to be disturbed, My Lord." The same person quickly interjected.

Sukuna clicked his tongue, "Do you wish to die?" He glowers down at them, and they all shrink back. "Now. Move. Aside." Sukuna said each word with heavy and daunting syllables, and the servants sidestepped demurringly. If their heart could leap out of their chest, this would be the best time.

Before Sukuna could open the door, it slid open, and there was you. "What's with all this commotion?" You don't need to look at your servants who tried to stop Sukuna lets out breaths of relief. Sukuna peaks over your head and sees books lying on your table.

Sukuna: "Thought you were resting, no?"

You: "I did; I woke up a while ago."

Without further ado, you try to bypass Sukuna, but he takes good of your hand. You wanted to rip it from his hold without causing much fuss, but he tightened his grip. "You seem well enough now; your colors are back." He took steps with you side by side.

"You are already starting to make me sick," exasperation released from your voice when you tugged your hand again, and Sukuna tutted at you.

"There's that tone that I've missed," he purrs, and if he's successfully getting under your nerves, he's doing a great job. You were clenching your jaws. "I've got something to show you after dining too." From his tone, Sukuna was rather excited; it was only a slight pitch lighter.

[excution field]

A heavy fur coat was draped around your shoulders. You don't understand why he brought you here right after eating. Most of all, the execution ground. You got a hand to cover the smell. Sukuna leans heavily behind you with his arms encasing you; somehow, this feels familiar, like that one day. Once again, you attempted to shrug him off, but it always made him want to be closer to you.

There was fresh blood over the dried blood; even the stench of death couldn't be erased from this place. You never really visited the site; this was the first time in five years you had set foot on the ground where innocent sinners came to die by Sukuna's final resolution. "I like you to be the first to witness something that could lead me to more winning conquest." He said, leaning his head low and letting his lips touch your ears; Sukuna's breath fans over one side of your face. You silently tilt your head to look up at him; questions linger in your eyes.

Sukuna was jittering in excitement, and this was something. You rarely see him like this; he can be proud and loud within his moments. This is something new. He's barely contained.

Sukuna lets himself be away from you, which makes you inwardly happy. "Bring it out!"

It didn't take two frightening retainers to bring out a wooden craftsman box. Sukuna flipped the lid open, and inside, it was presented to be some long metal rod with wood attachments. You were observing not too far away from Sukuna. Sukuna lifts it out of its case and settles an aim. "Get the prisoners too." You recognize that black powder from anywhere when Sukuna pops the lid open and pours it into the opening of the barrel. Then he used a rod to push the powder more profoundly into the narrow tunnel before setting the breech on fire.

"What are you doing?" You ask him; somehow, dread-filled your chest when you saw three people lined up and tied to a thick wooden pool. You can hear their whimpers from where you're at.

"You'll see," was all he said; Sukuna leveled the weapon up and above over his shoulder as he aimed again, then pulled the trigger with a steady finger.

BANG!

The sound made you jump; you instinctively covered your ears in fright with your heart hammering, as did the people far and near to witness. Smoke came from the weapon, but it was pushed away and dissipated into the atmosphere by the wind. What you were looking at wasn't the weapon itself but the person tied to the wooden stake. Their head was blown clean right off, just from this distance where Sukuna stands.

Is this what he wanted to show you? The future? How it's going to be in his hand?

"Did I spook you? Sorry," Sukuna carefully put the weapon back into its case and walked toward you; he took your hands from your ears and slotted them into his own. Your eyes wouldn't move away from the headless corpse; it was stuck wide open, witnessing the scene. It wasn't until you blinked again and pulled your hands back from his hold then your curiosity overtook.

You: "What did you do to them?"

Sukuna: "It's obvious what I did, didn't it?"

You: "Yes, you did. I'm asking what kind of weapon was that."

Sukuna glances over his shoulder before covering the view by stepping to the side when you try to take another look. "I must admit, the Portuguese did come with something this time. It's a Matchlock rifle. It's one of the prototypes, not permanent yet."

"A rifle? You can kill someone from this distance?" Your furrowed brows and contorted face of confusion almost make Sukuna lose composure. This is undoubtedly the first time in a while that you have been interested in something and was willing to talk with him, without sassing back, of course.

"Even further, too," Sukuna confirm. "But like I said, this is just a prototype, not yet decided. I want to talk to the Portuguese and have a room ready for one of their men to stay behind and modify the rifle with me."

You: "Why modify it when it's already deadly enough as it is?"

Sukuna: "Not deadly enough to my liking."

°

You were back to your room and became a sitting duck again. 'If Sukuna could get that weapon, then we're screwed.' When evolution for weapons couldn't get any better or worse, you almost felt worried. Sukuna would indeed be able to conquer land much more and faster, but with that rate, even the death of others he's going to take isn't going to remain stagnant anymore.

More bloodshed and the lives of others will continue to bleed over this land of Japan.

"Get this letter to Yuichi as fast as possible tomorrow during your shift outside; we need information." You fold the letter with deft hands and give it to a male retainer. "Be careful."

"Lady (Name), you have a gift from Sultana Aida." Yumi hands you a box, and it is wrapped neatly. "It was sent earlier when you were in the...field."

You took the box and unwrapped the red sash around it. Sultana Aida has sent you self-care items, especially body oil, and cream. The scent was sweet and fresh, not overpowering enough to give you a headache. The oil inside the clear bottle was in a rich hue of gold, and the body cream was sealed tightly in a jar too. Sultana Aida had a penchant for making perfume and women's essential needs. You met them over a year ago during a foreign meeting.

"Send a gift back to her." You told Yumi, who nodded and went outside to where there is a room where you store all your possession and gifts.

[night time]

There was a fluid snap of your doors being open and closed; the person who always comes into your room as they please is Sukuna himself. Through the bronze mirror, you could see Sukuna in his loose attire, which exposed the skin of his partial chest once he was close enough to where the lantern light could reach. You applied the body cream you received today to your neck before Sukuna settled himself behind you and wrapped an arm around your waist and chin upon your shoulder.

You froze for a quick second. Sukuna closes his eyes in bliss to take in the scent. "This smells nice." Even if he notices your discomfort, he doesn't care at the moment, not right now. He nuzzles his nose closer until it presses against your neck, and the warm breath of his seeps through your skin and into the thinness of your night clothes. You close the lid over your body cream and set it aside.

"What do you want?" Your eyes remain on the mirror, which shows how relaxed Sukuna is; he got you in between his legs as they were propped up to where his knees were bending. There was a deep inhale from him.

"I can't even be here in my own home?" He inquired, "I'm here to spend the night with you." That made you decisively rip his arm off around your waist.

"No, you're not," you shot back and marched away from him to create a distance. "You have plenty of women in your harem who wanted to spend time with you," on the other side of the room, you defiantly look at the man, who gives you a lop side grin.

"I'm not bedding you, not right now." Sukuna restates your thoughts, "Just sleeping side by side." Your face was stoned, but it was enough for Sukuna to tell that you didn't believe him when your brows twitched. There was a 'huh' from you, and you were gunning for the door, and in a flash, Sukuna had you in his embrace again. Another momentarily struggle from you when you start to kick and tell him repeatedly to let you go. "Don't," he whispered huskily into your ear, "I won't do anything, I promise." The man carried you by the waist with both arms and settled down with you in a slump onto the large futon.

Sukuna loosened his arms, and you slithered away to the other side of the bed and got under the cover with your back turned to him. He wanted to push the boundaries, but he wouldn't. Getting under the surface, too, he remains still watching the slope of your curves highlighted by the sheet and your back rising and falling. Sukuna gathered your hair that was pools around the gap in between you both and played with the ends; he let them loop around his forefinger before running a thumb over the silk feeling of it. He then brings the strands to his lips and kisses them to bid good night to you.

Then the light went out.

°

You roll over in bed and bring the blanket under your chin to snuggle in deeper. But why did something feel heavy around you? There was difficulty opening your eyes, and when you did, sleep didn't completely fade away as drowsiness was still evident. If it weren't for the hand patting your back to lull you back to sleep, then you would've done so. "Go back to sleep." With a heavy grave tone that slinks into one of your senses, the haze of sleep washes away. Angling your head up, you see the fondness in Sukuna's eye and push him away in shock with an 'ack,' and Sukuna only rolls onto his back in bed. The man almost laughs at your reaction. Quickly sitting up in bed, you didn't realize how bright the room was when your face was scrunched up and brought the bed sheet up to your chest. Even outside was quiet.

Sukuna almost forgot you make so many faces during sleep and even when you wake up, although not this much. There was a yawn from you as you covered it with both hands, then you swept your hands through your hair. "It's almost near ten if you're wondering." He repositioned himself again on the futon, laying on his side with one leg propped up while he used one hand to support his head under his chin.

"Get out," voice groggy; you stood up from the bed to prepare for the day, but Sukuna reached across the bed and brought you back down.

"You should sleep in more; you look adorable when sleeping." Sukuna teases you, and by instinct, you try to tear your wrist away, but this further fuels him to bring you into his arms and lock you up. Cradling you, he brushes a few strays of hair out. The push and pull you both had is almost desirable to other women in the harem. Sukuna in the morning looks different, nearly too humane for your liking. When he brushes the hair aside, he lingers his hand on the apple of your cheek and brings his lips to kiss the top of your head. Your reaction was like a cat sprayed with water, always struggling. "I almost forgot; good morning to you too." The body scent you had acquired sticks to you so well that it is only what pheromones entirely throughout the night. Maybe this is the scent he likes, besides your natural scent.

"I took some time off from my affairs and decided to tend to you." If you look offended, you do indeed; anything he does for you sounds like an offense. The foreign topic of him trying to soften you up always seems helpless, but Sukuna has time to try everything; a man like him is never out of ideas.

"I don't need you to," glaring at Sukuna, his smiles widened even more, and you took the liberty to push his face away when he closed up again with your other free hand.

[afternoon]

He was serious when he said he wouldn't leave you alone. You wanted to be by yourself, but he made it difficult. Not only had he dismissed everyone who served under you and told them that their service wasn't needed for the day, but he was also hand-hogging you.

Sukuna grabs your hand, and you forcefully pull it away; he does it again, and you repeat it. This childish play continues until he grasps it tightly, forcing you to walk side by side. "Let go." You wiggle your hand, trying not to lose composure, and Sukuna swiftly plays with your fingers and separates them from interlocking his with yours to tighten the hold.

"No," that one-word answer from him had you wish you could disappear into the air magically. "I made a promise, and I intended to keep it." Sukuna brings you even closer as you bump into his arm.

You both were walking to nowhere, only letting your feet guide you and him around the fortress ground. It wasn't until Asuna's head appeared in your view that Danzo's tugged his mother's hand to tell his mother he wanted to visit you quickly.

"Danzo?" You call from a few feet away, and the little boy brightens. He lets go of Asuna's hand and runs toward you at full speed, and knocks himself into your legs. Danzo smiles happily at you, and you use your free hand to pat the boy's head. Asuna greeted you and Sukuna while lingering where she stood. Her eyes trail to your and Sukuna's hands which are interlocked tightly. As a spectator, the scene ahead of her almost makes it seems like a perfect family of three should be if Danzo were yours, even though you were awkward in showing affection to Danzo in front of Sukuna. She kept seeing you side-eying the taller man, who was observing every millimeter of interaction. Asuna's son was very fond of you during the first meeting, even if he had misunderstood you for being a character from a book. Although you don't mind interpretation, you were rather genuine in your exchange with Danzo.

"Have you been good?" You readjust the multiple layers of collars of Danzo's clothing, fixing any creases. Danzo nodded rapidly with a hum.

"Use your mouth," Sukuna spoke up, and you again side-eye him. Danzo's little body tensed up at the sound of his father. You pretended to wiggle your hand in Sukuna's and elbow his side purposely, and he saw a subtle disapproving eye and a frown from you. You were peeved with his tendencies. Why be a grown man picking on a child, especially his own? Even his half-brother was treated almost the same.

Before you can open your mouth to comfort the child, multiple voices enter the yard. Out and emerge from the corner is Eisha with her daughter and Sena accompanying the crown matriarch along with a few minor concubines. Everyone was locking eyes with each other and stopped their idling talking. Eisha (along with Sena) picked up on how close you were to Sukuna, and a knot formed in her chest when the apparent physical contact of hand-holding was the first thing she saw. A tight-lipped wry gambol set on her lips as she greeted Sukuna and ushered her daughter, Eri, to do the same, so the rest followed suit. But her eyes flickered to Danzo's last second; he was also close. Eisha knew that Asuna's son wasn't a thought in Sukuna's mind as he was just one of the many children he sired. Still, it tickles her interest why he was so close when her daughter wasn't granted the same physical closeness but a mere glance.

"Greetings Lord Sukuna/ Father." Then the rest greeted you, besides Eisha, due to ranking. You give the rest acknowledgment with a thin nod and adequately greet Eisha only. "What brings you all out here, Lord Sukuna?" She inquires with pique curio sitting at the back of her mind.

"Thought it would do Lady (Name) good for some fresh air." Then Sukuna turns the question to Eisha, "And what are you doing out here? You are frail and susceptible to the cold, which could worsen your health."

"I'm glad that you ask Lord Sukuna," she then pulls Eri forward in front of her by the hand gently. Almost as if she wants Sukuna to acknowledge the child. "I came out here with Eri for a walk after her studies." There was only a flat 'oh' from Sukuna, and from how he sounded, it lacked interest. Even Sena picks up on the tone, and that pricks a nerve. If Sukuna doesn't even care about her two previous children, then why would he care about Eri at all? Even in your presence, he doesn't seem to show filial affection towards them.

"I see; carry on with your walk then." Sukuna quickly dismissed them, but Eisha wasn't willing to let go.

"If I could, would Your Lordship, Lady (Name), and Concubine Asuna allow us to join your route?" Eisha wouldn't allow you and Asuna to be alone with Sukuna. And behind her back, she made a hand sign which the lower-ranking concubines understood and made a quick excuse to leave the yard. So now that only leaves her, Eri, and Sena. What Eisha did, didn't escape Sukuna's vision; that only made him take a deep and intolerable sigh inwardly.

All he asked for was one day with you without interruption.

For Asuna, she thought this timing couldn't be any worse with the visible tension brewing. She could tell that Sukuna's mood had floundered a bit since, after all, he was only out here to be with you. Then she focused on you, which she could say for once; your mood seemed to be in sync with Sukuna, although you wanted to get rid of him.

°

Two weeks later, two figures on separate horses rode up and stopped by the entrance.

"So this is Sukuna's mighty castle, huh?" Mugetsu's keen eyes search every nook and cranny of the building to see how well the fortress is built. Then there's Totsuwa, who already feels the regret setting in. He only accepted the invitation out of sheer impulsiveness and hatred for the pink hair man, and now the feelings somehow dissolved once he made it to Sukuna's Hell doorstep. It was easy for Totsuwa to imagine himself slaying the demon and reclaiming all his honor, power, and glory that Sukuna had muddled; he even talks significantly about it in his drunken stupor at an inn a week back.

"Don't be a chicken now, Iriyu," Mugetsu teases his best friend, "we might be able to learn more about our enemy." Somehow that doesn't sound comforting to Totsuwa, even when their tone is meant to lighten him up.

Getting off their horses, they handed the reins to a stable boy and looked for someone with deep pink and white hair. It wasn't hard to spot them when they were wearing their white garment. "Hello, Lord Mugetsu and Lord Totsuwa; I am Uraume, Lord Sukuna's retainer." They greet the two men with a proper bow, "If you would please follow me, I'll guide you two."

Mugetsu tapped Totsuwa's arm a few times, "They look pretty," he whispered, eyeing Uraume's back, "if only I wasn't married and they weren't your buddy's retainer, then I would've gotten them."

"Please, for the love of God, shut up!" Totsuwa whispers right back to his friend. "You always say that to every pretty woman you walk by!"

Mugetsu: "I can't help it, though."

[sukuna's office]

"Whoa..." Surprise color Mugetsu and Totsuwa when they saw not just the room but you seated a foot away from Sukuna. Rumors about the favorite wife do hold.

"Stop ogling at my wife," the pink-haired man snapped, brows drawn together into a scowl with the corner of his lip quirking up, and a tongue click could be heard. Sukuna wasn't sure why you insisted on being here; he would let you join any other meetings, but why this one? He doesn't know. There was a smidge of hesitation presenting at the back of his mind even though he tried to push it away logically; it always came back up. However, Sukuna wouldn't let it show. During the last two weeks, you and he had an on-and-off time together, the same usual push and pull. Still, you somehow had inserted yourself into his schedule willingly today with the promise of being interested in politics.

Sukuna had warned you it would be boring to dissuade you from this meeting, but you brought up a point, "You were the one who allowed me to visit your meetings, but now you won't let me?" Point taken, and now here you are. In the logical aspect, this allows Sukuna to spend time with you. Albeit not the way how he wanted it. But he couldn't brush away the nagging thought that it didn't feel right for you to be here.

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[yanderecrazysie]

Hi there! This is my first ask, so I hope I'm doing it right x)

I'd like to request Seijuro Mikoshiba, please! Maybe one where's he's pretty frank about his attraction to the reader, but she either gets flattered/embarrassed and actually falls for him, or she just thinks he's joking around.

(I'm currently watching free for the first time, too, so that's cool! Seijuro is one of my favorites. It helps that his Japanese VA is Kenjiro Tsuda, the voice of Nanami in JJK. Thank you!)

I decided to do the latter because I’m a sucker for a little angst. And I didn’t know that about his VA!

Also this is more of a drabble than a oneshot, sorry.

Title: Not a Joke

Pairings: Mikoshiba Seijuuro x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes

Summary: Seijuuro falls in love with you, but you’re not sure whether to take him seriously or not.

You turned around at the sound of your name being called, smiling awkwardly as the Samezuka captain ran to catch up to you, waving excitedly in your direction. You stopped walking so he could catch up.

“(Y/n)!” He cried out, ecstatic to have your attention. “You’re so cute, as ever!”

You felt a flush spreading up your cheeks and did your best to hide the darkening, hoping it wasn’t noticeable. You could never tell if he was serious or not, but it always flustered you when he called you cute.

“Are you coming to watch swimming practice again?” He asked hopefully, giving you puppy dog eyes. 

“Sure, I can stop by after my club,” you said. 

Seijuuro had always made you laugh with his playful demeanor, but it really made you feel like he was playing with your heart. He was always calling you cute and flirting with you, but it felt like it might be a big joke.

Little did you know, Seijuuro was dead serious. He’d always had a thing for cute girls, but you really took the cake. Your sweet personality made you even cuter and more endearing to him. 

You were so unassuming, he couldn’t help but follow you around, watching you closely every moment. Especially when you were around all those boys on the swim team. It was a blessing and curse to have you watch his practice.

He knew that his crush was becoming dark, but he couldn’t help it. He was too afraid that you’d say “no” to him.

“Hey, (Y/n), I have something to tell you.” Seijuuro tried to keep his tone light, but he could hear the seriousness in each syllable. “I like you. Will you go out with me?”

There was a silence in which he held his breath. He wasn’t sure he could breathe, even if he tried. It was like being underwater and unable to surface, waiting for your answer.

You were blown away by the question, trying desperately to decide on an answer. The truth was that you liked him too, but…

“I’m sorry, I can’t really tell if you’re being serious or not,” you admitted, “So I have to pass. I’m sorry, it just doesn’t seem like you’re not… you know… joking.”

Seijuuro’s heart dropped into the pit of his stomach. You didn’t believe him? That wasn’t what he expected, but it somehow hurt worse than if you’d just outright said “no”. 

“I’m being serious!” He asserted, but it was too late- you were leaving him behind, not willing to stand around and be made fun of. His heart shattered to pieces when you refused to look back at him.

Tears stung his eyes as he vowed to prove to you just how serious he was.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere one shot #one shot #yandere free! #free! #yandere seijuuro #mikoshiba seijuurou

[angelsdevils]

KNB LOVE-LETTERS

key:  ♡ sfw //  ☆ nsfw //  ♤ suggestive //  ☁ angst//🖤depression mentions

AOMINE DAIKI

♡Love Letter

TAIGA KAGAMI

♡Love Letter

AKASHI SEIJURO

♡Love Letter

KASAMATSU YUKIO

♡Love Letter

YANDERE! MALE! MOMOI

♡Love Letter

© [@angelsdevils] all rights reserved. none of my posts or stories should be modified, reposted, etc. I do not own the character or the fanart, but I own the plots of these stories. All fanart goes to their appropriate owners.

#KNB #KUROKO'S BASKETBALL

[derpy-dogs-n-cats]

Kuroko No Basket Masterlist.

Main Masterlist

Daiki Aomine

Imagines

Yandere

None Yet.

Non-Yandere

SFW

None Yet.

NSFW

The Loathing

Seijuro Akashi

Imagines

Yandere

SFW

None Yet.

NSFW

The Loathing

Non-Yandere

None Yet.

#knb imagines #knb smut #yandere knb #yandere knb imagines #yandere knb smut #kuroko no basket imagines #kuroko no basket smut #yandere kuroko no basket #yandere kuroko no basket imagines #yandere kuroko no basket smut #kuroko's basketball imagines #kuroko's basketball smut #yandere kuroko's basketball #yandere kuroko's basketball imagines #yandere kuroko's basketball smut #seijuro akashi imagines #yandere seijuro akashi #seijuro imagines #yandere seijuro #akashi imagines #yandere akashi #yandere seijuro imagines #yandere akashi imagines #daiki aomine imagines #daiki aomine smut #daiki imagines #daiki smut #aomine imagines #aomine smut

[officialparentofadrien]

𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆

To newcomers:

Hi guys :D My name is Angie. I use she/her pronouns and my birthday is on 4/25. A chaotic bisexual with a preference and kind of a hoe. I like pink, food (Especially sweets), shopping, fashion and makeup, movies, Taylor Swift, KPOP, anime, Miraculous Ladybug, Hello Kitty, Barbie, Disney Princesses, a few video games and the things I hate are probably blood (I faint literally), spiders, cockroaches, and people who are mean for absolutely NO reason. I'm probably a hopeless romantic too lol

I write for 4 fandoms currently (KnB, Inuyasha, Genshin Impact, and Fairy Tail) but might add more yk? I accept ONLY gender neutral and fem reader requests to avoid inaccurate portrayal.

Current favs in each fandoms: KnB: Akashi Seijuro, Kuroko Tetsuya (The first one who caught my eye), Kagami Taiga, Kise Ryota, Aomine Daiki, Midorima Shintaro, Murasakibara Atsushi, Kiyoshi Teppei, Izuki Shun, Takao Kazunari, and last but not least but not sure yet, Kasamatsu Yukio (Guy's a romantic who plays a guitar wdym)

Fairy Tail: Sting Eucliffe and Rogue Cheney Genshin Impact: Wanderer, Diluc, Zhongli, Thoma, Kazuha, Albedo, Xiao, Gorou, Aether, Venti, Kaeya, Childe, Arataki Itto, Heizou, Tighnari, Cyno, Alhaitham, Jean, Beidou (Girl's got me on my knees), Yelan (Jesus christ do I have to explain) Inuyasha: Inuyasha (Duh? He's so adorable!!), Sesshomaru (Jury's still out)

𝗥𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀

I curse a lot whether I'm writing or just shitposting.

I don't write NSFW, Yandere, R*pe, Noncon, Dubcon, inc*st, stepcest, abuse, and other triggering things.

Be nice, please.

When requesting, make sure to specify your request. Do you have a specific scenario idea in your mind or just a prompt that you want me to turn into whatever scenario pops up in my mind? Be specific.

If you don't like my content, ignore my blog.

If you're nice to me, I'll be nice to you.

Also no AruAnnie, EreMika, ReiHisu please! I respect the ship and it's shippers but I'd prefer if those ships didn't interact with my blog~! Thank You <3

#about me

[tetsunabouquet]

Hey! Well, we know that realistically Akashi will have to live with his other self (Bokushi) for probably the rest of his life. Well, I'm wondering what that bokushi-oreshi dynamic would look like in a relationship? How would it affect the relationship? How would Bokushi behave in contrast to Oreshi? Would Bokushi only come out on certain triggers, and if so, what would trigger him to come out? Could you write a headcanon about it or just share your thoughts on it? I would be extremely interested in that.

If you will write this, thank you (in advance)!

A/N: Of course I will grant you your requests! I will write your second request after Basic Instinct Chapter 15. There's a bunch of requests I also want to write that have been waiting for me for some time, so…

-Well first of all, to clarify I have no IRL experience with people who have DID or OSDD or any form of identity disorder. But if my experience with people with personality disorders says anything: it is that now Oreshi has reached a state of healing, Bokushi will only come out when Oreshi has relapsed badly enough in his symptoms, and will only do so in moments when Oreshi is triggered. But for how long Bokushi is in control, that will be the question. There will be times when it's just an hour or two, but there will also be times where he'd be in control for days, if not weeks. -We know that his initial trigger was the pressure to be perfect, and we can safely assume it will remain a trigger because of his father. Any human mistake he makes during periods of stress will be his trigger. He will not allow himself to commit any epic failures. Bad bussiness decision? Bokushi time. Did workload make him act snippy towards his SO who's now avoiding him? Bokushi time. -With Bokushi, a common relationship theme is toxicity. He has Seijuro's worst flaws when it comes to his social skills after all. -Bokushi is a very domineering kind of boyfriend and he does have some yandere traits, I do agree with that side of the fandom. After all, Bokushi was born out of the trauma and grief of losing his mother. Already having lost someone he loves, Bokushi will not let this happen again. -Bokushi is annoyingly clingy towards his SO for that very reason. -As well as that it's why he has stalker issues. He's totally the kind of boyfriend who'd keep ringing his butler to check in on you and if you're not doing anything risky. Who'd install cameras around your neighborhood to monitor if there are any creeps in your area unaware he's being a giant creep himself, etc. -Whilst Oreshi, might do some of the things Bokushi would do, but never to such extreme extend, and he'd always ask for your permission whilst Bokushi simply wouldn't care if you're against his decisions. Because Oreshi takes your opinion seriously, whilst Bokushi believes he knows better then you do. (If you know the Vampire Diaries, I totally see Bokushi being the overprotective boyfriend who wouldn't allow his girlfriend to make decisions like Damon, whereas Oreshi is more like Stefan in that he honors his SO's choices). -If you're his crush instead of his SO, then you're in big trouble. -Because Oreshi is respectfull and keeps his distance. Perhaps he's too socially awkward to think of a good way to confess, but other then that Oreshi is like any other normal boy with a crush. Bokushi on the other hand, not as much. -Bokushi always comes off too strong when interacting with his crush. He believes he is the best after all, that he is absolute. So why wouldn't his crush want to be with him? -Whilst Oreshi disapproves of the way Bokushi approaches you, he does envies Bokushi for his ability to do so easily. Oreshi is more prone to overthinking his attempts to impress you and confess, whereas Bokushi just expects you'll say yes because it's THE Seijuro Akashi asking you out. -If you dare to tell Bokushi you already like someone else, he'll make your crush's life a living hell to prove he is superior to the boy you like. -Bokushi simply cannot stand losing, and losing you wether you're his crush or his actual partner, is something unacceptable to Bokushi. He will win you over, no matter what.

#knb #kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #akashi #akashi seijuro #knb x reader #bokushi #oreshi #akashi seijuro x reader #identity disorder #dating #emotional pressure

[captainchocolatesstuff]

GoM + Taiga Kagami as the 7 Deadly Sins

This is more so an idea I’ve had in case I were to create some sort of Demon/Angel/Supernatural AU for KnB, and of course, I made this “Demon AU” based on the seven deadly sins cuz it’s a common trope. Though if am being honest I was thinking about doing the opposite of that and turning them into the seven virtues. In the end, I went with the sins cuz it was kinda fun to compare each GoM member and Kagami to the sins, especially since it was already made up of six people, and adding Kagami to the count hammered the nail to the coffin.

The Sins

Tetsuya Kuroko [Sloth]

The reason why I put Tetsuya as Sloth is mostly due to the time he didn’t do anything for the other opponents when GoM was at the pinnacle of developing their abilities. He didn’t do much for these opponents until they faced off against his friends’ team, that was the time he really tried stepping in. And if I recall, his friend said -through a teammate Tetsuya was conversing with- that his eyes were cold as the rest of GoM (but still held a warmth to them). To briefly put it, Tetsuya didn’t do anything until it came to his friend. To me, this is why he would be suited best with Sloth, but Envy also popped up here and there when I was thinking about which sin he suits best.

Taiga Kagami [Gluttony]

This one is pretty obvious but can you really argue whenever you see how much of a pile he has on his plate. Though I am gonna be honest, his eating habit isn’t the only reason why I put his as Gluttony. Gluttony doesn’t always have to do with a hunger for food, another reason why I put Taiga as Gluttony is because of his attitude at the beginnings of season 1, he wanted a challenge he was searching for a challenge and found them when partnering up with Tetsuya. Admittedly I almost thought of having him be Wrath or Lust because having him be Gluttony was obvious, but neither of them seemed that fitting. I also wanted to keep in the rivalry and similarities between Taiga and Daiki, and personally, I see Gluttony and Lust as being two sides of the same coin when you don’t associate Glottiny with food and Lust as intimate acts in the bedroom.   

Ryouta Kise [Greed]

You know I actually gave  Tetsuya the sin of Envy for a while but when I tried giving greed to another character none of them seemed that fitting, it actually slipped my mind that Ryouta would be best for the role due to his talent for copying. Now I know copying can also be associated with Envy but Ryouta’s side gig of being a model (which can also be associated with greed) also persuaded me to give him the sin of Greed. And while Shogo Haizaki would be a better role for the title due to his ability to steal, he isn’t really part of the GoM since Ryouta replaced him (Maybe in the Demonverse Ryouta overthrows Shogo for the title of Greed~). With the aspect of him being a model comes the most obvious fact of being wealthy, and wealth can also be a part of greed when used in a context that can describe if of being greedy.

Shintaro Midormia [Envy]

To be honest, Shintaro got Envy because he was the last one to come in place when I couldn’t associate Envy with anyone else. Though the thought of giving him Pride was there I didn’t feel like it would suit him like it suits Seijuro. But as I looked into his character more I was able to pick at a few things that could make him a good representative for Envy. Shintaro is a reserved person, with this characteristic in mind I could follow the usual trope/hint of a person hiding away their envy of another persons’ talent or item the said person obtained. I believe it was once said that the reason why Shintaro reluctantly respects Tetsuya is because of the fact that (other than going to another school) while Tetsuya never had a natural talent he still stood against the members of GoM, I can also see this little aspect as a small form of Envy that could fit with Shinatro’s character.

Daiki Aomine [Lust]

For a moment I actually thought about giving Sloth to Daiki, but since I still wanted to keep the rivalry/similarities between him and Taiga I gave him Lust after giving Taiga Gluttony. It mostly seemed fitting to me because when lust is not used in a lewd context, it can stand for a strong desire for something or anything really. To me Lust was fitting for Daiki because (similarly to Tiaga) he wanted a challenge, he was hoping for a challenge and someone equal to him so that he could have a reason to keep playing a sport he loved only to find no one in the end, and it broke him. Maybe in the Demonverse, I could make it as a form of bloodlust but that will be for another day. It’s funny how at the end of putting Daiki as Lust did I remember his type of girl and side hobby of magazines he likes looking up. 

Atsushi Murasakibara [Wrath]

I put Atsushi with Warth simply because of his habit of saying how he’ll crush a person because of how annoying/bothersome he finds them. Though as I looked at him a little more he seemed quite fitting for the role when I considered other aspects that could be associated with Wrath and Atsushi. Atsushi is said to have a childlike persona and he usually takes orders from people with leader-like qualities, I feel like due to his childlike persona he could have a tendency to get angrier faster like most children do when something is bothering them. Atsushi is nonchalant for the most part but I also take his size and structure into mind, sometimes things that are said to be big and imposing could mean trouble is going to follow and lead to a mess, his height can be intimidating and usually wards off others. Wrath can be leading to something big sometimes, and Wrath is one of the biggest things that can lead to War.

Seijuro Akashi [Pride]

Pride. This one was the most obvious, wasn’t it? Especially when you take the second Seijuro into consideration. Pride is often associated with being the first sin because it is said to be the beginning of sin, and captains usually come first, don’t they? I mostly associate Pride with the second Seijuro, but considering how the first Seijuro was raised with the mentality that winners get all as losers don’t, it was another factor that made me give Seijuro Pride. There were so many reasons to give Seijuro pride all from raging to his childhood, to the way his second persona acted, that and I didn’t forget that he literally has the skill of Emperor’s Eye all of it just pointed to Seijuro being a candidate for Pride. While him trading Pride with Shintaro’s Envy briefly did come to mind it didn’t make that good of an impression, and it only came to mind because of the event that leads to him developing the second Seijuro but even then that event still brought me back to Pride. So Pride he is, the first sin and head of all the deadly sins that come after.

😈👿😈👿😈👿

I’m having a lot of fun messing around with this AU, world-building will take time but getting really creative while having fun with it will be pleasant. Now I’m trying to figure out what to do with the other characters, I’m still a bit bummed for not being able to put Satsuki in somewhere but I’m sure I’ll be able to figure it out, maybe she’ll share the seat of Lust with her friend...

#KNB #kuroko no basket #Tetsuya Kuroko #Taiga Kagami #Kise Ryouta #Shintarou Midormia #Daiki Aomine #Atsushi Murasakibara #Seijuro Akashi #kuroko no basquet #demon au #seven deadly sins #seven deadly sins au #could this also be considered yandere? #if i make it a reader insert...

[iwaasfairy]

FrEE! ♡︎ 正面の敵だけ見てろ、相棒

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༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ 𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐈 ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

TACHIBANA MAKOTO

┌ “ ! ˓〃 fluidity | part 1 | tw monsterfucking, yandere

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐀 ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

MATSUOKA RIN

nothing yet

MIKOSHIBA SEIJURO

nothing yet

YAMAZAKI SOSUKE

nothing yet

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༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

#free! #masterlist #mind the housekeeping!!

[captaindarkchocolatesstuff]

KNB Masterlist

Keys:

N/Y = Nothing Yet

(*) = Quick Fic

(♥) = NSFW

(💔) = Yandere

(💝) = Soft Themes

(📌) = Headcanons

(💕) = Scenario

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Seirin:

Tetsuya Kuroko:

- w/ Shared Darling feat. Taiga Kagami  (📌 & 💔)

- Yandere Headcanons ( 💔 & 📌 )

Taiga Kagami:

- Ruin feat. Daiki Aomine (♥, *, & 💔)

- w/ Shared Darling feat.Daiki Aomine (📌 & 💔)

- w/ Shared Darling feat. Tetsuya Kuroko  (📌 & 💔)

-  What Goes Bump In The Night| Day 10: The Ghoul  (♥)

Teppei Kiyoshi:

- Kind (* & ♥)

- Yandere Headcanons ( 📌 & 💔 )

Hyuga Junpei:

N/Y

Izuki Shun:

N/Y

Kaijo:

Ryouta Kise:

- w/ Shared Darling feat. Yukio Kasamatsu  (📌 & 💔)

Yukio Kasamatsu:

- w/ Shared Darling feat. Ryouta Kise  (📌 & 💔)

- What Goes Bump In The Night| Day 2: The Werewolf  (♥)

Shutoku:

Shintaro Midormia:

N/Y 

Kazunari Takao: 

N/Y

Too:

Daiki Aomine:

- Cornered (*&💔)

- Ruin feat. Taiga Kagami (♥, *, &💔)

- w/ Shared Darling feat. Taiga Kagami (📌&💔)

- N/S/F/W! Headcanons (♥ &📌)

- Yandere Headcanons (📌&💔)

-  What Goes Bump In The Night| Day 15: The Incubus

Shoichi Imayoshi:

- Gut Feeling (* &💔)

Kosuke Wakamatsu:

N/Y

Ryo Sakurai:

N/Y

Yosen:

Atushi Murasakibara

- Yandere Headcanons (💔 & 📌)

- N/S/F/W! Headcanons (♥ &📌)

Tatsuya Himuro: 

- Bewitched Week [Event]

Rakuzan:

Seijuro Akashi:

- Dull Walls (* &💔)

Kotaro Hayama:

N/Y

Chihiro Mayuzumi:

N/Y

Extras!:

Shuzo Nijimura:

N/Y

Shogo Haizaki:

N/Y

Makoto Hanamiya:

N/Y

Kazuya Hara:

N/Y

Kentaro Seto:

N/Y

Kojiro Furuhashi:

N/Y

Hiroshi Yamazaki:

N/Y

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characters that go yandere for you:

aries: sasuke uchiha

taurus: sakamaki ayato 

gemini: light yagami

cancer: makoto tachibana

leo: izaya orihara

virgo: levi ackerman

libra: tsukiyama shuu

scorpio: seijurou akashi

sagittarius: sebastian michaelis

capricorn: mikaela hyakuya

aquarius: bakugo katsuki

pisces: oikawa tooru

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