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❤ Yandere Lawyer ❤

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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Female reader

WARNINGS: Obsession; Misogyny; slight Power Abuse.

This idea credit goes to @d-lioncourt cause she's the one that motivated me for this idea. Hope you like this :)

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◾ Yandere! Lawyer who works in the top law firm of the country. He’s cold, determinate and calculative. Always thinking 10 steps ahead of everyone, carefully considering all possibilities and creating extensive back-up plans. 

His job relies on his capacities and he always aims for the top. If he’s not recognized as the best lawyer available, then he doesn’t even know what he’s been doing so far. 

◾ Yandere! Lawyer who doesn't care about how things are done as long as he wins the case in the end. Who said lawyers are saints?

He may be an advocate of the law but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t bend it to his will, finding sneaky gaps to reach his goal: win. 

Isn’t that what makes him such a requested lawyer? Isn’t that what causes every big corporate company to try to sign him up, to offer several millions for him to represent them in court? Because everyone knows that he wins.

No matter what happens during the trials or how badly the opposite side tries, he wins. It’s an irrefutable truth and anyone that tries to contradict it is a complete and utter fool. 

◾ Yandere! Lawyer who is upset enough when he’s informed that he’s gonna have to take a Pro Bono case for a random civilian. It’s frustrating to spend his precious time and expensive resources on a worthless someone.

It’s stupid and he'd immediately refuse it if it wasn’t for the strict order he receives from the higher ups.  

◾ Yandere! Lawyer who rattles you up, insisting on long sessions so he can know your side of the story.

His questions feel like accusations and you hate spending long hours answering him. Makes you feel like you’ve actually committed a crime of sorts when the reality is none of that. 

He knows you’re bothered by the way he pays attention to each of your words, taking mental notes of every minuscule detail so he can bring it up later.

He’s highly aware of how unnerving he can get and it’s fun to see you get so quiet and shy over it. 

He loves it when people get intimidated by him and it’s particularly pleasant when a pretty thing like yourself gets too timid to spare him a few words. 

◾ Yandere! Lawyer who drags the case much longer than it needs to. He could definitely end it in a blink of eyes, it would be so easy for him. A piece of cake. 

But he doesn’t. 

It’s exciting to see you on court, a helpless expression covering your whole face and your eyes at the verge of tears as your future lays on his hands.  

So pathetically weak. You can’t even defend yourself, you need him to do that for you. To defend your honor, to protect you. 

◾ Yandere! Lawyer who makes sure you know that despite it being a Pro Bono case, you owe him. He wants you to know that he’s winning this case for you, wasting his valuable time just to save your pathetic ass from those embezzlement charges. 

That he’s the one saving you from going to prison - despite the very evident fact that you have such a weak personality that it’s practically impossible that you’d steal money from your boss. 

◾ Yandere! Lawyer who takes every chance to hurt your feelings with snide remarks.

You look prettier when you cry, something so enticing about those shiny diamond-like tears that glow in your eyes and the miserable way you furiously blink to keep them at bay - to which you fail. 

You’re crying because of him. That’s enough to make him buzz with a twisted sense of possession and control. He holds that much power over you. 

◾ Yandere! Lawyer whose mind wanders over the tempting fantasies of returning home to you. You’d do a submissive girlfriend, he’s so sure of that. If he gave you a nasty slap and a few harsh words, you’d bend to his will so fast - like a obedient girlfriend should. 

It would be so easy to control your life.

Order you to move in with him. Command you to become his stay-at-home girlfriend. Push you to cut off friends and family until only he remains. 

Those misogynistic ideas keep him thinking about you longer than he should. 

◾ Yandere! Lawyer who isn’t afraid to act upon his wishes and so he does. After a triumphing win on court, he leaves.

Storms off without even looking at you and you don’t even have the chance to thank him, but you forget about that quickly. 

You have more pressing issues to focus on, such as rebuilding your life all again. Celebrate your win. Find a new job. Move on with your life the best as you can. 

Your peace lasts exactly one week. And then everything comes down in rubbles.

Because then he comes to retrieve his payment. 

Yandere Stalker x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: Stalking, blood, fem reader, stealing, he’s weird as fuck, male masturbation, he’s infatuated with you.

*This fic is influenced by You—a great tv show btw. I’m trying to give him a joe goldberg vibe. I really thought of the weirdest and freakiest shit he could do…He is referred to as “your stalker” and this is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: Your stalker goes to extreme lengths to feel close to you. Nothing really phases him, and that includes your period blood.

What’s more dangerous than a man madly in love?

He stalked you to a coffee shop. He sat a couple tables away from you, and he ordered a random drink. He never really cared for the overpriced concoctions these baristas made, and he really was here for you. He watched your white straw turn into a different color when you sip on your drink, and he sighed happily as he thought you looked hot with your lips puckered.

Sure enough, every sip was like a punch to your bladder. You got up from your seat and you walked to the restroom.

Was this disgusting? He asked himself as his cheek hit the cold tile floor. He was currently hiding in the women’s bathroom, spying on you as you did your business. And to his elation, you were on your period. He watched as you pulled down your pants, and you sat down onto the toilet, his eyes honing in on the pad that lays on your panties. As you changed your sanitary pad and wrapped up the old one, you pulled your pants back up and walked out of the stall. His eyes following the sight of your shoes and you stopped at the trash can, he hears a faint noise, and then the sound of the water turning on.

When you finally left, he walked out of the stall he was hiding in, and he approached the trash can. He gently pushed the opening, and his arm traveled down inside to look for the pad you threw away. He prayed that all of the wet substances that he was feeling was just soggy paper towels.

He then feels a plastic film, and it was sort of short but thick in width, and he grabbed onto it. He pulled it out and he inspected the orange colored wrapper. He was curious since he didn’t have a uterus, and also didn’t know what it was like to have a period, and he then sniffed it.

It definitely smelled odd… It sort of tingled his senses, the aroma of metallic blood and the natural scent of your body was…. sort of triggering a deep rooted instinct inside him. But that didn’t stop him from stashing it away into his pocket. He quickly put his hood up and he walked out of the restroom.

He had to jog a bit to catch up with you, he saw you sharply turn the corner, and he almost panicked when he couldn’t see you anymore. The last time this had happened, a crowd swarmed him and he hasn’t seen you in months. For five hellish months he had to try to find you again. It certainly wasn’t easy to find someone that didn’t document every single moment of their life on the internet.

A year prior before he started to stalk you in person, he wanted to stalk you online. He was pretty sure everyone stalks their crush on their socials, he remembers seeing your name on the coffee cup you were holding, and he scrolled through endless usernames. He squinted his eyes and he tried to look at the tiny profile pictures.

None of them looked like you.

He couldn’t find your perfect face anywhere! He slammed his fists onto his desk, and his mind was racked with potential username ideas. Maybe you liked flowers? He started to name every single flower he knows, and he typed that with your name. He frowned when the page ended up empty, zero profiles showing up.

He soon found out you had zero social media presence.

He shoves his way through, bumping into seemingly everyone’s shoulder, and after handing out half hearted apologies…he finally saw you enter a store.

He looked up at the sign: “Rated: Adventurous,” it said. There was apparently a huge sale going on… whips and leashes half off… wait what?

He didn’t peg you to be the kinky type, but to be fair he didn’t know much about you. You keep your cards close and have a small knit of friends. He walked into a different aisle from you, trying to look normal by grabbing a random adult toy as he glanced at you. His eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as you held a ten inch dildo in your hands, jesus. He looked down at his own crotch, his cheeks burning red and he cleared his throat. He put away the leather mask in his hand, and he inched a bit closer to you when you walk to the cashier. He notes that you mostly pay in cash, rarely using your card, and he noticed how you barely look around your surroundings. You didn’t even look his way—even when he was standing right in front of you, you just brushed past him and walked out of the store.

Huh.

He stands a couple of feet behind you as you hailed a cab, he makes sure to take a good look at the driver, and he saw you get in and buckle up. It’s not safe in the city, and even cab drivers had partaken in dangerous and criminal activities. Just last week a driver kidnapped a couple and fled out of the state. If you were to disappear—he knows exactly who to blame.

He quickly ran to his car and he followed after you. Running a couple of red lights doesn’t hurt anybody— maybe his wallet— but it’s worth it if it means protecting you.

He felt like he could finally relax as you made it home safely. He is now sitting in his parked car, idly fiddling with his fingers as you walked up to your front door.

He hoped that when you were pleasuring yourself you were imagining a man like him. Because he thinks of you when his pants are down.

Night has fallen and he’s been parked outside of your house for hours. He liked that it was dark out, because when he stares into your lamp lit apartment- all he could see is you and everything else is blocked out. You’ve always been a little tease, and the outfits you wore were always a bit scantily clad. But even now… it was like you were purposefully trying to trigger a response from him. You were just standing there, your arms crossed, and dressed in just a robe.

Just a tiny peek of your ankles and calves sent chills down his body. His hands started to work to unbuckle his belt, his zipper becomes unzipped, and he pulled out his hardened cock.

He wished you would’ve flashed him right there and then. He wanted a glimpse of your tits, just to see if they sag or if they were perky, and to see if your nipples were pink or brown. He would want to hold them in his hands. He wonders if you are shaven down there, or perhaps you liked to grow a bush. He wonders if your blood continued to flow out of you, dripping down your leg for him to lick and lap up. Would you like that? For him to spread your legs and help soothe your cramps?

He wouldn’t mind to have his fingers turn red, to have his hands and mouth stained of your heavenly essence. He wouldn’t mind if you got frustrated that his fingers couldn’t reach the deepest part of you, and that you wanted him to use his dick to impale you. A little blood never hurt. His eyes rolled back, and the muscles in his arms tightening as they furiously worked hard to jerk him off.

“Shit baby, that feels so good…” He groaned, his back arching as he was teeming for his release. His imagination running wild with the thought of you coming to his car to pleasure him. “I’m close I’m close I’m close—“

He used his other hand to reach into his pocket and he fished out the used pad, his teeth ripping the plastic, and his nose digs into the cotton. He let out a loud moan, your scent bringing him comfort, and his cock twitched as he came all over. His cum dribbling down his shaft, and dripping onto his hand. He sighed, and he cleaned himself up. He kept a box of tissues in the glove box, he wiped himself down and he looked in the mirror. There was a bit of your blood on his nose and chin, his tongue swiping at the area and he savored the taste.

The orgasm was so good that it lulled him to sleep, his soft cock still in his palm, and he snored away.

I need a yandere miraculous ladybug x reader like air. Please somebody.

Extra points for yandere Luka ┬┴┬┴┤( ͡° ͜ʖ├┬┴┬┴

Overnight stay

If you want something - do it yourself.

I know English terribly. Feel free to correct my mistakes.

Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Luka Couffaine x Reader

Luka takes a deep breath and rolls over onto his back. It was not possible to fall asleep for already the second hour. He turns his head in your direction. You sleep serenely with your hand hanging from the bed. His beds. "Will her scent remain after this night? Will our scents mix?" - the guy thinks excitedly. Lying on the floor to give you his sleeping place must have been the wisest decision he ever made. Luka reaches out and gently grabs your hand. "How soft ..." - another thought flashes in the blue-haired head. He interlaces his calloused fingers with yours."I would give anything for her to comb my hair with those fingers."

Luka listens to your breath - the most beautiful melody. Closes his eyes and imagines . You are lying next to him. The curves of your warm body fit him perfectly. Slightly disheveled hair tickles the face of a young man. And your breath burns his collarbone.

BZZZZ

Luka frowns. His gaze falls on your phone. And something dark takes root somewhere in the depths of the soul. What if he writes to your friends on your behalf? Will ruin your friendship with them. Make them stop talking to you. He just needs to remember to delete the correspondence from the phone. After all, Luka is the only one you need. You will be so sad and confused. Luka will gladly offer comfort. Maybe you will be so upset that you will fall asleep next to him...

Luka lets go of your hand, stands up and slowly moves towards the gadget. He will do it. For your sake ~

(What is it? This is a learning experiment!)

Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Adrien Agreste x Reader, Yandere! Luka Couffaine x Reader, Yandere! Ladybug x Reader, Yandere! Marinette Dupen Chang x Reader

Gabriel: -Adrian, we need to talk seriously.

Adrien: "Oh no. He found out that I was running away to patrol. Or did he find cheese. How can I explain this? What if I got caught reincarnating as Chat Noir "

Gabriel: - What about the girl in your wardrobe? Why is she here and why is she bound?

Adrien: - Ah! Em... We are... conducting research work with her on the victims of the abduction. This is a learning experiment!

Gabriel: * looks intently *

Adrien: * sweats nervously *

Gabriel: - Okay. Don't Forget Your Chinese Lesson Today.

Adrien: * exhales with relief*

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Y/n: - Luka is one of the calmest people. I don’t know what has to happen in order for he to become akumatized.

Somebody: * offends a y/n*

Luka: * acumatized*

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Ladybug: - I should stop giving y/n the Miraculouses just because I like her. It's irresponsible. And I put her in danger.

Somebody: * acumatized *

Ladybug: -Y/n, take this Miracle Box.

Y/n: - Wait... Again?

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Alya: - Did you just sneak a photo?

Marinette: -Of course not!

Alya: - You called me again as cover. Who are you following this time? Is that Adrien?

Marinette: * drops her bag with shaking hands. A bunch of pictures of the y/n fall out *

Alya: - Don't you think this is strange?

Marinette: -No...

Y/n: * walks in the park, unaware of anything *

Petting

I know English terribly. Feel free to correct my mistakes.

Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Chat Noir x Reader

tw: emotional manipulation, emotional dependency, hidden threat.

-Purr meow. Sweetheart, please go on.

You shudder, suddenly pulled out of a sleepy state. Look around in confusion, trying to get your bearings. Your hand, tangled in blonde hair, resumes its lazy strokes. Chat Noir squints pretty.

- Can we finish for today? - you awkwardly drawing attention to yourself. Your back is terribly numb and your neck hurts. It is one o'clock in the morning. You dreamily think about how to lie down and immediately fall asleep. Only one thing separates you from your sweet dreams. And this "thing" persistently asks for attention.

-I thought you missed me, - the guy pouted offendedly, after which he gently rubbed his cheek on your leg.

- Yes but... - you shiver. He is unlikely to be satisfied with your words, - it's already late. I get up early tomorrow. And you, probably, too.

The Chat stops your hand with his. You sigh with relief. He sits down opposite you, exuding displeasure with all his appearance.

-I get the impression that you are not happy with me. Since I'm not needed here, maybe I should go and play with your friends, - an undisguised threat flows from his lips.

-NO! - you scream unexpectedly loudly. The eyes begin to water. You are in a panic thinking how to cajole him. You pray that he will not reveal the deception. - I'm so happy that you came today. If only you could stay...

-O! What a great idea. I can just stay today, can't I?

The piercing gaze of bright green eyes rushes in your direction. You swallow the sticky saliva hard. If you agree, you will voluntarily prolong your torment until the morning. If you refuse, he will visit your friends. Who knows how it will end. Chat Noir is incredibly determined when it comes to you. You have long ceased to doubt this.

-Yes. Of course.

The Chat's lips stretch into a happy smile. He falls into a pile of blankets and drags you along. Cold latex is in contact with the skin, causing goosebumps. Chat Noir pulls your body closer to him and rubs his face against your hair. Your fear allowed him to win again. You will have to spend the night in indecently close contact with him again. Well, at least the caress session is over and you can finally sleep. Chat Noir is the owner. And he always gets what he wants.

Second chance

Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Luka Couffaine x Reader

tw: disturbing thoughts, noncon touching, noncon kissing.

Viperion strides forward, slowly approaching you. You look around in fright. There is nowhere else to retreat. He drove you to a dead end. There is no further escape from this alley. You will not be able to pass by the hero - not enough space. You lean your back against the wall.

"You don't need to be afraid of me. I will never hurt you," the guy says softly.

He has a nice voice, but it doesn't help you get rid of the stress in any way. You are too scared by his previous actions. Where is Ladybug when you need her so badly? They finished with Akuma. Shouldn't she come to pick up his Miraculous?

"What do you want from me?"

"I just wanted to touch."

Viperion speaks as if nothing strange is happening. He reaches out and gently strokes your face. You flinch. He's a hero. So why is he so creepy? The guy leans even closer, gently touches your face with his lips. Kisses are as light as a butterfly.

"Please don't." Your voice breaks. You sob. Tears begin to flow from your eyes.

"I know. I'm so sorry. Sorry." Viperion showered you with a mixture of kisses and apologies.

This apology is not sincere. You don’t understand what he’s apologizing for if he’s not sorry. If he doesn't stop. Your legs give way, but you don't fall. Strong hands are holding you. His body supports yours. Too close. Hot. You don't immediately realize that he is saying something again.

"You have no idea how difficult it is to control yourself. When I see you ... I want to do so many things."

Under the mask, Luka barely finds coherent thoughts to justify himself. Conversations are not his forte. It's much easier to express feelings through music. Or through actions like now. He's ashamed, but he doesn't want to stop. Along with the Viperion, something awoke in him. Something vile and disgusting. It, together with boundless love and care, fills the insides, reaches the edges, spills out.

"Let me do it honey. I promise you won't remember."

The hero intercepts your hand before you can hit him. His lips finally touch yours. Luka's world explodes into a completely new unknown melody. No other instrument in the universe is capable of producing such a delightful sound. Viperion has a hard time pulling away from you. You are absolutely stunned.

"I love you, my melody."

He looks at your face for the last time and reaches for the Miraculouse. There are a couple of minutes left. Just enough to deal with the villain.

"Second chance."

Viperion uses the ability. Now instead of you, there is a tense Ladybugin front of him. He is grateful to her. She entrusted him with the Miraculouse. While Viperion voices his partners the previously worked out plan once again, Luka fights with a sense of shame. He is not worthy. They shouldn't have relied on him. He let the Ladybug down and used the Miraculouse for personal gain. Then he remembers you again and the shame disappears. Time returned back. There is no need for him to be ashamed of something that actually did not exist.

This time, Luka will give up the Miraculouse after winning. But he will look forward to next time.

Can you write imagine with yandere!Luka Couffaine where he falls in love with a albino!reader, please?

Love your blogs with yandere💕💕💕💕💕

Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Luka Couffaine x Reader

tw: disturbing thoughts

Thank you for waiting for an answer and love honey~ Sure. I added a bit of anxiety. Hope this doesn't ruin the story for you.

Happy reading!

Luka wants to believe that looks are not important to him. The personal qualities of a person are much more important. And feelings. However, when he sees you, he can no longer be sure of his judgments.

In his sweetest dreams, your extraordinary features flicker. At the next "Kitty Section" rehearsal that you were able to attend, Luka excitedly plays the strings of the guitar, examining your snow-white hair. Is it soft? Could he ever run his fingers over it? How does it smell? Every morning, he looks in reflection at his blue irises of his eyes, and the memory of your bright purple lights burns in his brain. Of such shrill. Shining with life.

But today your eyes weren't shining anymore. Luka was terrified for the first time in a long time. You awkwardly chatted with the group, and when their attention turned to something else, disappeared into the bathroom. The guy followed you unnoticed. It took a little time and a conversation through the door before you let him in, muttering something about the bullies.

You glance uncertainly at the mirror, and then immediately look away. Your hands are securely clasped in front of your chest. Luka is standing close behind you, chin resting on your shoulder. His arms are wrapped around your waist. The guy easily blows on the snow-white strand of hair. It wiggles and tickles his nose. A gentle smile splits his lips. Luka brings attention back to you.

"What did they tell you?"

"Nothing special."

He frowns. A chill runs down your spine.

"I just want to help." He insists again. A hand grabs your chin and turns your head back to the mirror. The fingers of the other hand dig painfully into the side. You flinch.

"They laughed at how I looked. They said ... that I was unnatural."

The painful grip on your side returns to light stroking again. Luka freezes, deep in thought. His gaze glances over you greedily. How could someone say something so terrible? You are completely natural. Perfect.

"See - you look pretty."

Blood rushes to your cheeks. Luka turns you around, takes your face in his hands and leaves a kiss.

"Don't worry. They won't bother you anymore. I'll take care of it."

Luka will do anything to bring the light back into your eyes. Even if it has to be pulled out of someone else.

Hi sweetie!😊

May I request a scenario with yandere! Luka where he finds out that his crush is being bullied by Lila?

Good luck😉😘❤️

Hi. Thanks~ :3

Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Luka Couffaine x Reader

tw: threats, the pursuit, too sexy luka (ahaha)

- Finding a common language with peers is not easy. Especially when they are all opposed to you.

-Lila transferred to your class half a year ago, and quickly drove everyone under the heel.

-At some point, the girl decided that she didn’t like you. Was it because you look like someone from her past, or she just didn't like your sweater. You don't know.

-First, she stole your friends. Lying in bed on rare sleepless nights, you wondered if they were ever your friends, if they so easily abandoned a long-standing friendship.

- Then there were unpleasant rumors. Some of the students started laughing behind your back.

-After this bullying became physical. A rough push in the crowd, garbage in the locker, spilled juice on a blouse, outright ridicule. They didn't even try to pretend it was an accident.

-The actions were getting bolder, so you were not surprised when one day, you were cornered. Lila came into view.

-"Your groveling was pretty funny. But I'm sick of it. I want you to get out of my school away."

-Lila raised her hand to slap. You shrank and closed your eyes, but there was no blow.

-"What's going on here?"

- A familiar voice sounded. Luka intervened in the conflict. He squeezed Lila's hand so hard it almost turned white. The criminals cringed under the guy's evil gaze. Lila opened her mouth, trying to pour out another lie, but she was immediately interrupted.

- "If I ever see any of you next to her, I will cut off each of your rotten hands."

-Luka lets go of Lila. She habitually wants to throw something that he will have problems due to threats. But she realizes that she can't even move. Who is he? His fearful aura filled the air. She glances into his eyes and realizes that he is not joking. And Lila quickly runs away with the others, hoping never to meet him again.

-You look at them in confusion, after which you break down. A sob erupts from your throat, and tears begin to flow from your eyes. You are immediately drawn into a comforting warm embrace.

-When emotions subside, he grab you by the hand and take you somewhere. Luka says that he decided to meet you because lately you have been acting strange. He felt that something was wrong. And he was damn right.

- The guy throws his jacket over your trembling shoulders. On the way, you stop at a store to get your favorite snacks. Luka asks you to stay the night with him.

-He says that Juleka and Anarka miss you and would be glad to see you. He says that being alone when parents are on a business trip is not the best idea.

-You quickly relax, wipe your wet cheeks with your sleeve. The pleasant smell of the jacket surrounds you. Thoughts about Luka's family are warm. And you somehow lose sight of his previous threat to your offenders and the fact that you never told him about your parents' business trip.

-Luka walked and thought about Lila. Yes, she is unlikely to come close to you again. But she still has to answer for what she managed to do. No one dares to offend his girl.

Hopefully I'll be free soon and be able to handle inquiries \(._.)/

Squid Game AU.

Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere!Guard!Adrien x Reader

tw: obsession, mentions of murder

-Every morning, Adrian puts on a mask in front of the mirror, without even throwing a short glance at his face. Perhaps soon it will help him forget that he is a not human until the games are over. Perhaps then it will become a little easier for him.

-A triangle is drawn on his mask. It stands above the circle, but below the square. Give directions to the first figures and obey the second. This is a simple rule. Adrian doesn't know why he keeps repeating this to himself. Maybe because he is afraid to forget. If he break the rules, he will die. The rules are simple. Just keep it.

-The first time he pays attention to you when you cut a shape out of candy. You got a triangle. Just like the drawing on his mask. Your hands are shaking a little, but you are optimistic as you hum to yourself. You shake your head in rhythm and freeze when he's shadow falls on you. You lift your head and look at him. Adrian also freezes for some reason. After that, you just smile faintly, wave your hand casually at him and return to the game.

-"What was it?" in panic, Adrian thinks for a few more hours after the game ends.

-You get food and thank him politely. Everytime. As if feeding you is not their responsibility, but a generous gesture. Adrian tries to remember contact with your hands. He suddenly realizes how small your hands are compared to his.

-At night some woman throws a tantrum demanding to take her to the toilet. When Adrian opens the door with several other guards, he notices you standing modestly with a woman. You smile guiltily. He wonders if you recognize him. And then he remembers about the mask with the uniform and realizes that it is not. There was no way you could recognize him. Unfortunately.

-You are the first to leave the restroom and wait for the woman next to him, you rolling from heels to toes. "Mr. Triangle, I like the color of your uniform."

-Why? Why did you say that? What the hell? Do you even understand where you are and what he has the right to do with you????

-This night Adrian is no longer afraid for himself. He doesn't think about work at all. Thinks about you and your destiny. How is such a naive and kind flower supposed to survive here? What made you come here? If he had met you earlier, he would not have allowed you to appear here. He would help with your problems, even if it are beyond his capabilities. But what can he do now?

-The next day he takes you to the restroom again. Adrian goes with you hand in hand, not by the rules close, and at some point, grabs your hand. You cry out in surprise, but nothing happens and you calm down. And then you feel that he is handing you a folded piece of paper.

- "Don't make a mess there, 034" he says coldly, hoping you can take the hint and get rid of the prompt for the next game. You will understand. He has no doubts. After all, you are his smart girl.

- He'll figure out how to get you out of here. Or he will do anything to guide you through. But for now, a little clue will do. You will use it wisely. He doesn't doubt you. After all, you are his dear, smart, girl.

I know that this is too much to ask, but can you do B, O, and E for yandere killua?

Blood - If they’re extreme, how messy are they willing to get?

Killua is a cold-blooded assassin with a soft spot for those he holds dear. Anyone that doesn’t fall into that category is a potential enemy in his mind.

Blood and gore don’t faze him in the slightest, so he’s willing to get as messy as it takes to instill fear in his enemies.

He would never hurt his darling, however. Spilling her blood might actually be one of his worst fears.

Earnest - How intense are they?

He’s very much a mild yandere. When he’s around his darling or friends, he acts like a normal boy.

However, when Killua gets serious, his bloodlust is practically tangible. Luckily, this anger is never directed at his darling or his friends, but rather at their enemies.

Otherwise, he’s not intense at all towards his darling.  The only exception might be if she betrayed his or his friends’ trust, in which case, he’d get angry at her for once – but not enough to kill or hurt her.

Oppression - How many rights would they take away from you?

Unlike most yanderes, It’s unlikely that Killua would take away any rights from his darling. The thought of confining or kidnapping her might cross his mind at some point, but he’d never carry it out, especially considering what he had to endure during his childhood.

If she got close to him in the first place, Killua probably views her as a valued friend whose trust he wishes to maintain – even at the cost of his life.

Haha this fits illumi Needle - “Sweetheart, I have to mark you. How else is everyone gonna know you’re mine?”

Trigger warnings: blood, violence (graphic descriptions of torture)

Illumi Zoldyck

It shouldn’t have surprised you that Illumi Zoldyck was good at sewing human flesh, but each scream that tore through your tender throat said otherwise, and it was quickly wearing on the monster’s nerves.

“Be still.” He chastised, voice devoid of any emotion besides annoyance. This was for your own good, yet you were acting indignantly ungrateful, like a child that thinks they don’t deserve whatever punishment brought upon them. “I have to mark you”, he continued, pulling the needle through your rough skin as its red thread followed suit. “How else will everyone know you’re mine?”

You whimpered as the thread tightened under your skin with each tug, feeling almost like insects were crawling just below the outer most layer of your already-battered skin. You wanted to plead with him to stop, as you’d tried countless times for the past twenty minutes, but your throat had run dry and raw from the wear you’d put your vocal chords through. All you could manage was a weak croak, followed by more whimpers every time his needle pierced a new patch of skin.

“Shh, it will be over soon.” You watched, horrified, as his lips erupted into a sadistic grin made far more terrifying by his abyssal black eyes. He gently, carefully, stroked your cheek, taking fresh stray tears with his thumb. “A shame though. You’re so beautiful when you’re crying.”

The needle tore into your skin again, but it didn’t feel nearly as painful as the first few incisions. Perhaps it was the way your flesh burned as if screaming for relief or the way your veins pumped with adrenaline that you could do nothing with. He was far more cunning, far more sadistic, far more powerful than anything you could muster in a fruitless attempt to run away.

Illumi leaned back, pulling the thread taut as he did so, before tying the end and admiring his handiwork. Coagulated blood pooled around the tiny incisions of your chest along with trails of fresh and dry blood pooling around your collar bone or rolling down your abdomen. You looked beautiful painted in red, but he needed to treat your wounds before they got infected. With a heavy sigh, he stopped straddling your hips and leaped off, his long arms easily helping you sit up in the blood-stained bed.

“I will call the family doctor. In the meantime…” he impatiently picked up a hand-mirror and placed it in your weak hands, another eerie smile on his features. “Feel free to admire your new… tattoo.”

When he left, you finally allowed your eyes to open. You didn’t want to look, but the stinging sensation in your chest practically pleaded you to mourn the way he tainted your flesh.

You shouldn’t have been surprised, but your stomach still dropped upon seeing what he’d done to you. A name tag. One befitting a lost pet, even.

‘Property of Illumi Zoldyck’.

Yay they're open! EGH for Hisoka pretty please? ♡♡

Other alphabet headcanons: Attribute, Stalker, and Xenophobia

Trigger warnings: mentions of violence (torture)

Hisoka Morow

Game - How much do they enjoy watching you run and have a fearful expression?

Oh he loves it, so long as his darling deserves it of course. If she’s been bad, he’ll happily play around with her fear and threaten to mortally wound her.

However, Hisoka isn’t that much of a sadist when it comes to his beloved. If she accepts his affections, all is well. He’ll act as normal as ever around her, though his teasing may get more intense – but he’d never hurt her if it’s not warranted. Don’t get him wrong, although he does have a soft spot for her, he simply doesn’t want to break his toy too soon.

Earnest - Are they intense?

Much like his stalking, Hisoka’s general behavior around his darling isn’t the slightest bit intense. He simply enjoys teasing and playing with his darling. But, a more keen and naturally paranoid darling may find his constant stalking and eccentric personality highly alarming and too intense for their liking.

However, should his darling resist him too much (perhaps by trying to fight him, how cute!) or escape his affections, Hisoka wouldn’t hesitate to get aggressive and intense.

Hell - What would be your worst experience with them?

Now, if his darling does take the path of most resistance, the worst she can expect from him in a few broken bones and poison-laced threats accompanied by a nonchalant yet sadistic smile.

Until he’s certain that his darling will behave afterwards, he’ll constantly threaten tease her with another punishment session.

He doesn’t particularly elicit much pleasure from overtly hurting his beloved like this (as opposed to the immense pleasure hurting others gives him), but he won’t hesitate to use force to keep his love in check. After all, she’s his favorite toy, and toys don’t fight back.

OMG CEF for Pariston cause I love 🗑

We love all trash boys here, but by god is Pariston the king of trash. And honestly, it makes me love him more~

Cope - Do they try to deal with this jealousy sooner so they don’t lash out?

Oh not at all. No matter how painfully aware he is of his jealousy, the fact that his darling can elicit such feelings in him makes him want to hurt her more.

So yes, he would lash out – and he’d enjoy every second of it. He get pleasure from destroying the things he loves most, and what better opportunity than slowly destroying his precious darling?

Earnest - Are they intense?

Pariston is intense and cruel, even towards his darling whom he loves so dearly. Not only are his punishments harsh, he’s unpredictable and constantly leaves his darling in a state of paranoia and duress.

His “intensity” is a constant gamble. Some days, he’s markedly more empathetic and loving – other days, he’ll mercilessly beat or mentally torture his darling just for the fun of it.

Fight - How would they feel if you fought back against them?

Oh he’d be so amused! Although Pariston enjoys claiming to be weak – if only to make his darling think she has a fighting chance – he can easily keep up with Netero. His darling most likely doesn’t stand a chance against him.

Of course, it’s no fun if he immediately beats her down. He’d play around with her first, enjoying the way her hopes swell the longer he acts like he may lose.

OOO PARISTON AND ANGEL

Trigger warnings: violence (torture), mentions of killing, malnourishment

Pariston Hill

He loved the way that defiant look refused to leave your eyes no matter how many times his whip met your skin. He loved the way your screams faltered into hoarse gasps and desperate cries that echoed off his walls. He loved the way you hurt. You were his darling, a beloved angel sent from above by which he could enact his guilty pleasures. Was he going to hell for hurting such a divine being? Of course. But Pariston Hill was having the time of his life breaking such an exquisite toy.

“W-why….”, you sputtered, feeling blood rush up your throat and mix with your saliva. Talking sent a blinding pain shooting down your abdomen, but he had been torturing you for longer than usual today.

“Hm? Sorry I didn’t hear you.” His chirpy voice rung out to replace the otherwise silent room. Warm brown eyes cheerily narrowed downwards to meet yours, his mouth pulled into a merciless grin unbecoming of this situation. Within moments, you were pushed against the dungeon wall, his delicate hand lightly squeezing your neck. If he didn’t like your question, he’d snap your neck right there. “Care to repeat that, my dear?”

You hesitated. “Why are you doing this?” Your throat burned at those words, your eyes furthering blurring with thick tears. However, your tormentor stopped, his grip on the whip tightening. A confused look flashed across his face before his features composed themselves into its usual amused smirk. 

“Why? What a peculiar question. I’m not entirely sure!” He chuckled, harshly pulling your chin upwards to meet his gaze. That sadistic look in his eyes made your stomach churn with what little food he’d graciously offered you two days ago. “Maybe it’s because this world doesn’t deserve an angel like you.”

You forced yourself not to spit in his face. “Yet it deserves a demon like you?”

“Oh you poor, misguided thing. This world is simply too good for you – you’re practically a sheep in a wolves den.” His laugh was louder this time, nearly making him hold his stomach out of pure joy. It’s as if you’d just told him the funniest joke in the world. “Don’t you get it, dear? That’s precisely why you need me. I’ll kill you before anyone else can taint your beauty. You should be grateful, angel!”

He let go of your neck, letting you crumple to the floor in a mass of blood and flesh. He gazed down at you with a paradoxical look of pure disgust and adoration, his icy expression betraying his “warm” smile.

“Now be a good girl and let me help you.”

Prompt 55 + Subaru Sakamaki

Ah, another mild yandere~ He’s more so a protective yandere than anything, which isn’t really showcased in this piece, but oh well.

Trigger warnings: blood, very slightly NSFW

What part of “stay away from me” didn’t you understand? Even as you stood before him with a welcoming smile, Subaru was utterly amazed by how stupid you could be. Did you not realize that such a warning was for your own safety?

The vampire sighed and adjusted himself in his seat, careful to avoid his wounds, before glaring daggers at you. “What do you want?”

Gingerly and wordlessly closing his bedroom door, you glided over to him with fake bravado. He could see your legs trembling with each step, but your face gave away nothing. He drew a shaky breath when you joined him on his balcony and fearlessly took a seat next to him.

“…Are you going to answer me?”

Your gentle giggle unsettled him. With a heavy grunt, he looked away from your intense gaze. How could you be so carefree around him? Though, it’s not like he posed much of a threat right now considering his wounds.

“Isn’t it obvious? You’re injured and can’t heal fast enough – you need blood.”

The surprise on his face was palpable, but quickly gave way to anger. “Are you crazy, woman?“

"Perhaps, but I want to be of use to you.”

“What use will you be if you’re dead?”

You softly cupped his cheek, your touch full of compassion and love. The sheer warmth of your hand nearly caught him off-guard, but he quickly shrugged you off. Despite his clear feelings, you simply laughed and returned your hand to his cold cheek, your voice as gentle as ever. “Don’t you understand? If I’m dead, that proves my blood was of use to you.”

He growled through grit teeth and slapped your hand away before returning his gaze to the courtyard below. You surveyed his frustrated expression and idly hummed before getting up and sitting on his lap, quick to bare your pristine and tender neck to him. You smiled upon hearing his breath hitch at your coquettish actions. If you were trying to seduce him, fuck… it was working.

“Take a bite.” You coaxed and looked down at him. He could easily throw you off and be meters away from you by now, but he was hesitating – and he hated every second of it. You knew he wanted it, or rather, needed it. He’d be a fool to turn you down when you were practically offering yourself up on a silver platter. “Please, Subar–aah!”

His fangs had already sunk into your skin before you could finish uttering his name, as much as he liked hearing it come from your lips. You controlled your breathing in an attempt to cope with the initial pain, though you were surprised the pain didn’t last quite as long this time. He was going easy on you, fearful and equally as careful to take the bare minimum.

“You…”, you managed through ragged breaths, idly tugging on his hair to capture his attention. He grunted at the way you pulled his hair taut, almost feeling a bit turned on. “You…can take more if you want.”

He hesitated against your skin, his mind struggling to get a grasp on his restraint. But the more you leaned into him and pushed his head further into your neck, the more he could feel his inhibitions slip between his fingers. It didn’t take long to come to a decision.

His fangs pierced the surface of your flesh, slightly tearing at the skin as blood pooled around the incision and ran down your collarbone. Fingernails dug into his back as you bit down on his shoulder to stifle your moans. But even muffled, your moans were like music to his ears. If he wasn’t injured, he wouldn’t be able to resist jumping you for more than your blood. A part of him was glad he couldn’t do more, simply because he didn’t want to risk hurting you more.

A sick part of you was enjoying this, but it didn’t take long for your moans to turn into anguished groans. You whimpered and weakly struggled against his grip, and part of him found himself enjoying your reaction… until he came to his senses. 

“Shit!”

He was disgusted with himself, immediately retracting his fangs and pulling away to gauge your health. You stared back at him with a weak smile and slightly cloudy eyes, but you were alive. Subaru sighed in relief and pulled you in a tight embrace, resting his head on your shoulder to idly lick at your wound. You groaned in protest, but he disregarded you with a smile as he watched the wound slowly heal.

Pulling away, he looked at you with a look of disapproval. “You shouldn’t have tested my limits. I… I can’t control myself as well as my brothers.” He was a bit embarrassed admitting that last part, but there was no point hiding it now, not when you got a first hand experience of his inadequacy as the youngest brother.

“Heh, your brothers can control themselves? I’d pay to see that.” You deliriously mused and slumped against his body. Subaru chuckled against your shoulder and hugged you tighter, allowing you to fall asleep in his arms.

“I’m just glad you trusted me… Thank you.”

You didn’t hear his praise, but he didn’t miss the smile on your lips.

Prompt 55 + Subaru Sakamaki

Ah, another mild yandere~ He’s more so a protective yandere than anything, which isn’t really showcased in this piece, but oh well.

Trigger warnings: blood, very slightly NSFW

What part of “stay away from me” didn’t you understand? Even as you stood before him with a welcoming smile, Subaru was utterly amazed by how stupid you could be. Did you not realize that such a warning was for your own safety?

The vampire sighed and adjusted himself in his seat, careful to avoid his wounds, before glaring daggers at you. “What do you want?”

Gingerly and wordlessly closing his bedroom door, you glided over to him with fake bravado. He could see your legs trembling with each step, but your face gave away nothing. He drew a shaky breath when you joined him on his balcony and fearlessly took a seat next to him.

“…Are you going to answer me?”

Your gentle giggle unsettled him. With a heavy grunt, he looked away from your intense gaze. How could you be so carefree around him? Though, it’s not like he posed much of a threat right now considering his wounds.

“Isn’t it obvious? You’re injured and can’t heal fast enough – you need blood.”

The surprise on his face was palpable, but quickly gave way to anger. “Are you crazy, woman?“

"Perhaps, but I want to be of use to you.”

“What use will you be if you’re dead?”

You softly cupped his cheek, your touch full of compassion and love. The sheer warmth of your hand nearly caught him off-guard, but he quickly shrugged you off. Despite his clear feelings, you simply laughed and returned your hand to his cold cheek, your voice as gentle as ever. “Don’t you understand? If I’m dead, that proves my blood was of use to you.”

He growled through grit teeth and slapped your hand away before returning his gaze to the courtyard below. You surveyed his frustrated expression and idly hummed before getting up and sitting on his lap, quick to bare your pristine and tender neck to him. You smiled upon hearing his breath hitch at your coquettish actions. If you were trying to seduce him, fuck… it was working.

“Take a bite.” You coaxed and looked down at him. He could easily throw you off and be meters away from you by now, but he was hesitating – and he hated every second of it. You knew he wanted it, or rather, needed it. He’d be a fool to turn you down when you were practically offering yourself up on a silver platter. “Please, Subar–aah!”

His fangs had already sunk into your skin before you could finish uttering his name, as much as he liked hearing it come from your lips. You controlled your breathing in an attempt to cope with the initial pain, though you were surprised the pain didn’t last quite as long this time. He was going easy on you, fearful and equally as careful to take the bare minimum.

“You…”, you managed through ragged breaths, idly tugging on his hair to capture his attention. He grunted at the way you pulled his hair taut, almost feeling a bit turned on. “You…can take more if you want.”

He hesitated against your skin, his mind struggling to get a grasp on his restraint. But the more you leaned into him and pushed his head further into your neck, the more he could feel his inhibitions slip between his fingers. It didn’t take long to come to a decision.

His fangs pierced the surface of your flesh, slightly tearing at the skin as blood pooled around the incision and ran down your collarbone. Fingernails dug into his back as you bit down on his shoulder to stifle your moans. But even muffled, your moans were like music to his ears. If he wasn’t injured, he wouldn’t be able to resist jumping you for more than your blood. A part of him was glad he couldn’t do more, simply because he didn’t want to risk hurting you more.

A sick part of you was enjoying this, but it didn’t take long for your moans to turn into anguished groans. You whimpered and weakly struggled against his grip, and part of him found himself enjoying your reaction… until he came to his senses. 

“Shit!”

He was disgusted with himself, immediately retracting his fangs and pulling away to gauge your health. You stared back at him with a weak smile and slightly cloudy eyes, but you were alive. Subaru sighed in relief and pulled you in a tight embrace, resting his head on your shoulder to idly lick at your wound. You groaned in protest, but he disregarded you with a smile as he watched the wound slowly heal.

Pulling away, he looked at you with a look of disapproval. “You shouldn’t have tested my limits. I… I can’t control myself as well as my brothers.” He was a bit embarrassed admitting that last part, but there was no point hiding it now, not when you got a first hand experience of his inadequacy as the youngest brother.

“Heh, your brothers can control themselves? I’d pay to see that.” You deliriously mused and slumped against his body. Subaru chuckled against your shoulder and hugged you tighter, allowing you to fall asleep in his arms.

“I’m just glad you trusted me… Thank you.”

You didn’t hear his praise, but he didn’t miss the smile on your lips.

Prompt 55 + Subaru Sakamaki

Ah, another mild yandere~ He’s more so a protective yandere than anything, which isn’t really showcased in this piece, but oh well.

Trigger warnings: blood, very slightly NSFW

What part of “stay away from me” didn’t you understand? Even as you stood before him with a welcoming smile, Subaru was utterly amazed by how stupid you could be. Did you not realize that such a warning was for your own safety?

The vampire sighed and adjusted himself in his seat, careful to avoid his wounds, before glaring daggers at you. “What do you want?”

Gingerly and wordlessly closing his bedroom door, you glided over to him with fake bravado. He could see your legs trembling with each step, but your face gave away nothing. He drew a shaky breath when you joined him on his balcony and fearlessly took a seat next to him.

“…Are you going to answer me?”

Your gentle giggle unsettled him. With a heavy grunt, he looked away from your intense gaze. How could you be so carefree around him? Though, it’s not like he posed much of a threat right now considering his wounds.

“Isn’t it obvious? You’re injured and can’t heal fast enough – you need blood.”

The surprise on his face was palpable, but quickly gave way to anger. “Are you crazy, woman?“

"Perhaps, but I want to be of use to you.”

“What use will you be if you’re dead?”

You softly cupped his cheek, your touch full of compassion and love. The sheer warmth of your hand nearly caught him off-guard, but he quickly shrugged you off. Despite his clear feelings, you simply laughed and returned your hand to his cold cheek, your voice as gentle as ever. “Don’t you understand? If I’m dead, that proves my blood was of use to you.”

He growled through grit teeth and slapped your hand away before returning his gaze to the courtyard below. You surveyed his frustrated expression and idly hummed before getting up and sitting on his lap, quick to bare your pristine and tender neck to him. You smiled upon hearing his breath hitch at your coquettish actions. If you were trying to seduce him, fuck… it was working.

“Take a bite.” You coaxed and looked down at him. He could easily throw you off and be meters away from you by now, but he was hesitating – and he hated every second of it. You knew he wanted it, or rather, needed it. He’d be a fool to turn you down when you were practically offering yourself up on a silver platter. “Please, Subar–aah!”

His fangs had already sunk into your skin before you could finish uttering his name, as much as he liked hearing it come from your lips. You controlled your breathing in an attempt to cope with the initial pain, though you were surprised the pain didn’t last quite as long this time. He was going easy on you, fearful and equally as careful to take the bare minimum.

“You…”, you managed through ragged breaths, idly tugging on his hair to capture his attention. He grunted at the way you pulled his hair taut, almost feeling a bit turned on. “You…can take more if you want.”

He hesitated against your skin, his mind struggling to get a grasp on his restraint. But the more you leaned into him and pushed his head further into your neck, the more he could feel his inhibitions slip between his fingers. It didn’t take long to come to a decision.

His fangs pierced the surface of your flesh, slightly tearing at the skin as blood pooled around the incision and ran down your collarbone. Fingernails dug into his back as you bit down on his shoulder to stifle your moans. But even muffled, your moans were like music to his ears. If he wasn’t injured, he wouldn’t be able to resist jumping you for more than your blood. A part of him was glad he couldn’t do more, simply because he didn’t want to risk hurting you more.

A sick part of you was enjoying this, but it didn’t take long for your moans to turn into anguished groans. You whimpered and weakly struggled against his grip, and part of him found himself enjoying your reaction… until he came to his senses. 

“Shit!”

He was disgusted with himself, immediately retracting his fangs and pulling away to gauge your health. You stared back at him with a weak smile and slightly cloudy eyes, but you were alive. Subaru sighed in relief and pulled you in a tight embrace, resting his head on your shoulder to idly lick at your wound. You groaned in protest, but he disregarded you with a smile as he watched the wound slowly heal.

Pulling away, he looked at you with a look of disapproval. “You shouldn’t have tested my limits. I… I can’t control myself as well as my brothers.” He was a bit embarrassed admitting that last part, but there was no point hiding it now, not when you got a first hand experience of his inadequacy as the youngest brother.

“Heh, your brothers can control themselves? I’d pay to see that.” You deliriously mused and slumped against his body. Subaru chuckled against your shoulder and hugged you tighter, allowing you to fall asleep in his arms.

“I’m just glad you trusted me… Thank you.”

You didn’t hear his praise, but he didn’t miss the smile on your lips.

tw. nsfw.

Akira Fudo 

coffee: do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?

Akira rarely gets jealous, though that’s largely thanks to his air-headedness; though, even when he does get jealous, he prefers to talk it out with his darling rather than show it. Akira is very much a lucid yandere that realizes how wrong his obsessive thoughts are. Instead of letting his thoughts wander and his feelings fester, he’ll gladly sit with his darling and get straight to the point, sometimes without much thought in the way of tact.

butter cake: how often do they flirt? are they smooth or awkward during the flirt?

Akira flirts without knowing it, even after he realizes his feelings, and the entire ordeal is nonetheless awkward. He has a natural charm even without trying to flirt, whether it be his stupid jokes or silly puns just to make his darling smile; it’s only made worse by his transformation after becoming a Devilman. It’s hard to resist someone so attractive no matter how bad their pickup lines are, especially when he gains some frankly unprecedented confidence to complement his looks.

iris: are they passionate?

Not at all, but that doesn’t mean he loves his darling any less. Akira is laid-back and takes things with stride, but when his darling’s protection comes into question, he can get a bit… intense. He’ll swear up and down that he’s just being a protective older brother, if only because he knows his obsession will eventually blossom into something more if he lets himself enjoy his lover.

Despite his lack of passion, Akira can be a passionate lover when he’s a Devilman, especially if he needs some of his needs met… but that’s unlikely to happen unless he gives into his desire for his darling and confesses; he’d rather relieve himself privately than involve his innocent little darling.