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Can’t risk it

Won’t risk it.

Copycat Yandere whose obsession with you had led them to trying to embody you - your fashion style, your way of speaking, your routine, even the little quirks that you've never even realized you have. But they do, they're always observing - how else would he be able to copy you?

One might argue they're engaging in some identity theft but is it truly a crime when all they're doing is trying to embody the person they adore?

Copycat Yandere who has happily stepped in for your schedules in times where you are either busy, or sick, etc. Your coworkers/friends seem to recall you being with them in hours where you clearly recall not participating in. But maybe it's due to your faulty memory.

Besides, they're so good at pretending to be you that others would never suspect anything wrong.

Copycat Yandere who has developed a love-hate relationship with how people react when they're pretending to be you. They loath the fact your acquaintances don't seem to realize they're talking to someone who isn't you.

But then again, it makes them feel good. They're so good at copying you down to the littlest detail, they know you so well - it's the highest achievement they will only ever accept.

Copycat Yandere who finds out that someone asked you on a date. Delusional to believe no one else could ever be lucky enough to become your equal when they, themselves, couldn't even be half of what you are - even with all the copying and mimicking they've done.

Copycat Yandere who stages a bunch of inconvenience to stop you from going on the date, so they can go in your stead. Your supposed date's eyes light up when he sees them - and a part of them preens, because of course, you deserve nothing else but to be gazed upon like stars in the sky.

But disappointing. The guy doesn't even seem to realize he's not with the person he thought he'd be with.

Copycat Yandere who kills your date in cold blood. He's pathetic, a disappointment, and a lowlife unworthy of your attention.

No one is, not even themselves.

out of character

an: okay okay okay i cannot get this art of osamu out of my head. @flycloudddd THANK YOU for this amazing piece of art. not only is the art incredible, but it stirred all types of thoughts for me hehe

pairing: timeskip!osamu x fem!reader

warnings: highly suggestive (i wouldn't quite call it nsfw though theres no smut), nipple piercings (on osamu), coworkers to lovers, mutual pining a little bit, swearing, lowercase intentional

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after all of these years, osamu should've known not to trust atsumu with anything. not even the simple task of laundry.

the past few weeks at onigiri miya have been busier than usual. lots of bigger groups, tons of to-go orders, and he even catered a wedding a couple days ago. he was very thankful for the steady business, absolutely. but with the constant hustle and bustle of things, his laundry pile started to grow.

it was an act of desperation, really.

( MIYA ATSUMU X FEM!READER )

warnings— fluff, friends to lovers, jealousy.

note— i’m not joking when i tell you that tumblr kept not-saving this stupid one-shot. it took me 5 FUCKING TIMES to be able to publish it 👹👹

“You’re staring too much.” you told Atsumu, grinning.

Atsumu blinked a few times, realizing he had been staring at you the whole time you were speaking.

His cheeks got a red color, so subtle that you didn’t noticed.

“If you like me, just say it.” you joked.

“S-shut up! Ya wish I liked ya, ugly.” he mumbled, turning his head down to look at his food instead.

“Ugly!? Look who’s speaking. Mr. Piss hair.” you glared at him.

“‘s blonde!” he snapped his head towards you.

“Is the word ‘toner’ not in your vocabulary?”

“Shut up!”

His hand reached for your cheek, pinching it as you whined. Suna and Osamu ate in silence as they saw you two fight, again.

He finally let go of you, watching you as you rubbed your —now red— cheek, a small smile on your face. The light of the restaurant made you look angelic, and your giggles were enough to make his heart skip a beat.

He didn’t knew how, why or when it started happening, but your presence made him feel butterflies on his stomach. No, butterflies was an understatement. He felt a whole zoo on his stomach whenever you were close to him.

He knew it was wrong, so he got better at hiding it. No one could ever know that you’d managed to get under his skin. He was the setter of the volleyball team, an outstanding player, a handsome and smart young dude, and he was one of the most popular guys in school. And yet, his best friend was the only one who could bring him to his knees.

“We were talkin’ ‘bout goin’ to the bowlin’ place after this.” Osamu said, interrupting whatever fantasy Atsumu was having.

“Bowling?” you whined “I’m wearing heels, can’t we go somewhere else?”

“Like where?”

“I don’t know, to the mall?” you grabbed one french fry and took a bite of it as you looked at Suna and Osamu.

“To the mall? That’s boring.” Suna said “What are we gonna do, walk around?”

“Pretty much.” you said “Come on! It’s supposed to be my time to choose.”

“But no one likes your ideas.” Suna smirked.

“That’s cause you guys are boring.” you mumbled and turned to look at Atsumu “‘tsumuuu, do something.”

The way you looked at him made him stumble like an idiot. Your eyes were the most beautiful thing he ever saw in his 17 years of life, they were like the stars in the night sky.

“What…What happened?” he asked, not even aware of his surroundings, just you.

“They don’t want to go to the mall because apparently my ideas are too boring.” your lips formed a small pout, and it was taking everything in Atsumu to not steal a kiss from you.

Atsumu thought back on how many times he watched you complain because nobody liked your ideas. He had never gotten bored when you took him to the mall and when you told him about all the makeup you bought and your girlie things.

Everything seemed to be 10 times more interesting when you were there. He didn’t mind carrying all your bags or walking for hours as long as you were there, he wanted you to be happy, he wanted to see every smile and hear every laugh that you could give him.

“Well, I could go to the mall with ya and we’ll catch up with ‘em later.” he suggested.

“Really?” you smiled and he smiled too, nodding “Thank you, ‘tsumu! See? Sometimes you’re nice.” you joked, making him roll his eyes as he chuckled.

“Try this on.” you got in tiptoes to reach for his head and he leaned down towards you.

You helped him put on a beanie, he felt your hands on his hair, your touch was so gentle and, god, he hoped you wouldn’t notice the way his face flushed in red.

He felt your breath on his neck, such a simple thing that made his world stop. He couldn’t stop looking at you, his eyes were only for you, they always have been.

“What do you think?” you smiled at him, waiting for a reaction that never came because he was too dumbfounded.

“I— uh.” he was stuttering, something he’d never done before.

When did it all come to this? When did everything changed about how he saw you?

Your eyes were the sun, your laugh the sound of rain, and your smile the flowers blooming. You were perfection. How could he earn being the right to be close to you? He didn’t want things to happen because everything was forcing it to happen, he wanted things to happen because you wanted it to happen.

“Atsumu?” his name sounded like an angelic call when you said it, and he wanted you to be the only girl that would ever say it.

“Hm?” he mumbled, finally realizing that he had been staring deeply at you for an awful long time.

“I asked what do you think.” you let out a small chuckle “Of the beanie.”

“‘s nice.” he said, knowing damn well he never once turned to see himself at the mirror “Should I get it?”

“I’ll get it for you!” you took the beanie back from his head and turned around, slowly walking away “It’s a friendship gift.”

“A what?” he walked behind you.

“A friendship gift. To thank you for being my friend.” you laughed.

“Oh.” he reached for your wrist to stop you from going to the cashier “Ya don’t need to buy it fer me, I have my own money, y’know?” he insisted, giving you a small smile.

“Hey, it’s a gift. A friendship gift. You don’t say no to a gift.” you moved your hand to reach for his, intertwining your fingers with his, making him think that they were meant to be intertwined that way “You can buy the ice cream.”

He chuckled “Fine.”

After paying for the beanie and getting some ice cream, you and him sat down to relax a bit before going back with Suna and Osamu.

“Let me put it on you.” you took the beanie out of the bag and stood up to reach his head, placing the beanie on him.

He looked up at you, you looked even better from this angle. He felt how you gently cupped his cheeks with your hands after finishing fixing the beanie for him.

“There! It brings up your eyes.” you chuckled before you let go of him.

You sat back at the table and started eating your ice cream as Atsumu just looked at you with hearts in his eyes. He was sure that ice cream wasn’t even close to how sweet you were.

“Excuse me…” you two turned to look at the brunette that was now standing next to your table “Is she your girlfriend?” he asked Atsumu

Atsumu got quiet for some seconds that felt like hours to him, the words felt heavy on his tongue and he wished the answer to that question was ‘yes’.

“No.” it’s what he ended up saying.

“Oh, alright.” the guy turned to look at you and smiled “I just thought you were really pretty and I was wondering if I could have your Instagram?”

“Sure!” you smiled back, grabbing his phone and writing your username on his search bar.

Atsumu just stayed quiet as he watched the scene, how this guy even had the guts to ask for your Instagram? Couldn’t he see that he was there?

He wasn’t jealous of every guy, but it was this type of guy that made him want to scream; you were smiling, showing your pretty smile to this random guy that surely didn’t deserved it. Why were you so nice to others? Why couldn’t he be the only one allowed to see your smile?

He watched the brunette leave happily with your Instagram, probably ready to text you as soon as he got the chance. Atsumu’s eyes were full of resentfulness, and if you paid enough attention you could see the jealousy in them.

Why everyone could make a move on you except him?

“He was nice.” you said.

“Nice enough to have yer Instagram?” he mumbled looking down, the words leaving his mouth before he could process them.

You scoffed “You’re just jealous I get bitches and you don’t.”

He looked up to see you snickering. You were right, he was jealous, but not of that. He was trying to be strong but the thought of you possibly being so close to another guy made him want to rip his hair out.

He was supposed to be the only one allowed to touch you, to be close to you, and the idea that someone else wanted to have that with you was not tolerable for him anymore.

“Let’s get back to ‘samu ‘nd Sunarin.” he got up from where he was sitting.

You got up too and went to wrap your arm around his elbow. He looked down at you, god, you were gorgeous. He wished he could live all his life like this, with you close to him, your eyes looking up at him as you smiled so happily.

You were right, he was jealous, he was so jealous and envious of every guy that ever got the chance to call you theirs, to call you their girlfriend; and he was mad at every guy that ever broke your heart, cause they waisted the chance of being with such a wonderful girl like you were.

If you gave him a chance, he wouldn't waist it, he would never break your heart, he would never.

"Look, ‘tsumu! The moon!" you pointed at the large window that was in the food section “It's so yellow, like your hair.” you chuckled.

He turned to look at the moon, it was indeed yellow, it looked beautiful, but he was sure your eyes were prettier. He didn’t even noticed when it got so late that the moon started to come out.

He turned his head to look at you as you took pictures of the moon —with his phone, because you were convinced his phone had a better camera.

You had no idea how bad he wanted to pull you close to him, to run his fingers through your hair, to place light kisses on your forehead while you looked at the moon. You had him wrapped around your finger and he was trying to do something completely opposite of what he was thinking because he wanted to keep his cool in front of you.

If only you knew you had his heart on the palm of your hands.

⇝ 𝓢𝓽𝓾𝓭𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓶𝔂 ⇜

characters: sub!dragons x dom!gn!reader

warnings: fluff, crack, slight angst, them being in heat, dragon anatomy so 2 cocks huehuehue, reader is very very very curious abt dragon anatomy, shy bois<33, squirting, handjob, overstimulation, dacryphilia, praise, eating out, finger in vent so fingering????

notes: i was thinking over different dragon anatomies but then my mind suddenly went what if?????? inspired by @teeth-farie’s sub leviathan fic. gradient divider by @/benkeibear. im dying waiting for wuthering waves to release also jiyan might be ooc as it is written before wuwa’s release. you can think of any dragons you know or want, these were the only ones i could remember😔

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Lilia tends to hold your hand.

It’s not even a conscious decision. Whenever both of you are side by side, his fingers just always seem to end up right behind yours. Slowly sliding into them, intertwining as one.

He holds you gently, tenderly. Walks with you, his pace adjusting to yours. No matter if you’re slower or faster, Lilia makes sure the sound of his footsteps are aligned with yours.

Lilia tends to remember little things about you. The brand you like to shop from. The type of food you seem to prefer. Your favourite jacket. He remembers them, and brings them up in conversation.

One thing about being rather long-lived: it’s hard to forget things, even if he tries. Your first date with him? Lilia recalls every single detail. He still remembers how you seemed to glow, under the gentle ember light of the setting sun.

Some offhanded comment you made while you two were eating together? He’ll bring that up in a conversation months later, grinning away at your surprise. Lilia recalls everything. Your little quirks, the things that you fancy, every single expression on your face…

If you forget some things, it’s totally ok with him. Fae tend to have a more impressive memory as compared to other beings. Don’t beat yourself up about it, ok? Lilia doesn’t mind. He still loves you.

Just don’t end up forgetting about him too, darling.

Yandere fyodor

Dom!Reader x sub!fyodor

Nini!rant: Pretty sfw tbh, the ask was Fyodor getting pinned down by reader. Him not being able to concentrate cuz he liked the view of us on top too much.

YANDERE! MASOCHISTIC! PROTAGONIST x VILLAIN! READER x YANDERE! SERVANT

tw/cw: everyone’s gender is up to interpretation (if there are any discrepancies in the pronouns let me know). murder. this happens around the middle of the first part not after it, just in a different perspective.

[ first part ]

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI OR I WILL BLOCK YOU!

It was bit of an understatement to call Abbadon your servant. They were your most loyal aide. Known as the harbinger of death to those that defied your rule. The Abyssal Advisor. It was through their work that you were able to grab ahold of your destiny.

They tortured, maimed and murdered for you. Countless of lives were destroyed by their hands. People with names, families, dreams — all gone because they simply failed to meet your expectations. They have conquered massive plots of lands and achieved many things that will never be put under their own name, but yours. They were with you every, single step of the way.

But you never gave them more than an ounce of your attention.

Many thought you were bloodthirsty, feral and an absolute nightmare. But to Abbadon you were anything but. You were simply a victim to the times. A soul bound for hell. Your ambitions were righteous in a way, but in execution not.

They did not care about that at all.

It was the way you’d annoyingly fixate on the person meant to kill you.

Did you not trust them?

Sure, every person that attempted to battle fate’s design failed abysmally but they were different. From the very beginning Abbadon was born, molded, put through fire and oil to be your perfect right hand man. Every order you’ve given was executed perfectly. Every task they have completed exceeded your expectations with its results.

So why wouldn’t you let them take care of Cassiel?

That annoying brat never seemed to die. Abaddon only saw them as a cockroach at most. A kid who had no right to share the luxuries you were afforded. Yet, they were never allowed to harm your sibling in any way.

And so they could only shove more tasks for you to do, distract you from what they saw as increasing affections towards your sibling and force you to leave Cassiel be.

But when they finally got the chance to kill the roach, you stood between them.

“Abbadon. Stand down.” You warned. They had flooded you with paperwork that day. Too much paperwork. You should have known it was due to ulterior motives. Trust slowly become something you could never afford.

“But—“ They protested. They were an inch away from beheading their target — Cassiel, who was now on their knees right behind you. They did not mind the dagger you had inches within their shoulder blade. But your eyes, Abbadon knew that look. It was the look of utter disappointment. They could not bear to see it any longer. “Understood.”

You sighed as your loyal servant tried their best to hide their anger, yet storming off the moment you dismissed them.

You knew how much that devil loathed failure above all else and who were you to make them go through that?

Cassiel sighed, maybe even moaned, in awe and ecstasy as they witnessed you defending them for once and asserting your dominance to your subordinate.

Oh, how they wished they were Abbadon.

©️ yoru.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

taglist: @the-dumber-scaramouche @justkouisenough @rxflen

Warnings: yandere sub and NSFW

My favorite type of yandere (and one I don't write much LOL) is the subby, worshipping type that just won't leave you alone.

They are always doing their best to please you; househusband/wife duties flowing in their blood.

Adrian nearly choked when he heard his name read next to yours for the school project.

It took you a second to recognize his; you mostly just call him mutt. Once you realized, you loudly groaned at the prospect of spending the week with that pest.

Adrian couldn’t hear it over his racing heart.

your parents always thought you would end up with a nice partner and an easy life in the city, so when he shows up at their door, the tie you forced him to wear a little crooked and his shirt slightly unbuttoned and untucked, silver earring glinting in the entryway light, and a shit-eating grin that suggests anything but innocence, they aren’t sure what to think of him. but then they look at the way he’s looking at you, his cheeks flushed pink and eyes shining as they soak in your proud smile, fingers laced together causing your matching rings to clink. and suddenly they’re sure that this boy is rightfully, unconditionally, and wholeheartedly yours. there would be no other people, no more nights wondering if their child would find someone who would fill the gaps in their heart. you have finally found your soulmate.

The Remedy That Is You

Mentions: Fluff, Riddle-Centric, Second Person, Gender Neutral Reader

No matter how many a time the students of Nightraven College witnessed how their Housewarden did a complete 360 in your presence, it never ceased to amaze them.

It eventually got to the point where a majority of students began to question if you really were magickless. There was just no way your mere presence could bring out such light in their eyes, face softening and a smile so tender it was as if they were gazing upon one of the Seven.

Just how did you do it?

Riddle

“You imbecile!” Riddle’s voice boomed, echoing all throughout Heartslabyul. Fear set into all who heard it, a chain reaction flowing through their bodies as their hearts beat quicker, palms growing clammy in a cold sweat. No matter how many times their beloved Housewarden proved that he had changed, that he was no longer the cruel tyrant they all once feared, it did not stop the utter terror that ran through them when they did succeed in trying his patience.

Especially when it concerned the prized animals they cared for.

“Have I not made it clear several times that you are not to directly hit the hedgehogs?” Riddle continued to scream, face flaming red as he cradled the delicate creature in his arms. Whether or not the poor thing was shaking of its own account or fear of the one holding it was to be determined, but it mattered not with all eyes on the beholder. “Are you so dense that you cannot remember something as simple as that?”

“Housewarden Riddle,” the victim stuttered. It was a first-year clearly, face deathly pale and looking as if his soul would leave his body any moment in a fit of desperation. Anything to get away from such a ghastly scenario. “I-I…I swear it was a-a-an accident-”

“How do you accidentally do such a thing?” Riddle snapped back, nearly frothing at the mouth as he marched forward into the other’s space. The surrounding students gasped, taking a step back in turn and preparing for the inevitable as his hand noticeably itched for his pen. The first-year clearly noticed as well, eyes bulging and feet shifting in preparation to run if need be. “Even so, there is no room for such impertinence. Why, I should have your head for that!”

“Riddle?”

The effect was almost instant.

Obsessed with thoughts of 🐉🌸 discussing something serious and while 🌸 is perfectly focused on the topic at hand, he's more occupied with being physically affectionate and just so very casually shares his thoughts.

🌸, standing straight and observing the map: "So we have to capture the enemy's flag to win. If we go through this forest, there might not be many enemies blocking us because of mobility difficulties. We have to send out our most mobile teammate."

🐉, takes their hand and kisses it slowly: "Yes, but they might make up for it by stationing a high-power person to intercept. Mobile units are commonly not strong in firepower."

🌸, in deep thought: "What if you go?"

🐉, slowly takes them in his embrace and nuzzles his face on the nape of their neck: "Is that not too predictable? What if they send out their best units on the easy path to overwhelm our defenses, predicting I will not be here?"

🌸, tapping the table and not at all paying attention to his actions: "Hmm..."

🐉: *purrs in satisfaction while entwining his fingers with theirs*