“kyle...“ you hiccup, tear tracks streaking down your cheeks.
“i know, baby—hmff— just.. let me do this, please?” kyle whines from between your legs, his hands pushing your thighs apart further when they tried to clamp around his head.
he’s been eating you out for an hour now, his feverish need to quench his thirst that only your slick can produce was overwhelming. it was kyle’s first time eating someone out, and he was hooked.
“can’t—! i can’t,” you gasped into your elbow, your arm slung over you face, dampening your skin from your tears. hips jolting when his tongue flicks your clit.
“one last time, yeah? it’ll be the last time, swear.” you knew he was lying, because that’s what he said before, which was numerous orgasms ago.
your brain, much like the rest of your body, was melted to mush; it was hard to think when all you could say was kyle, kyle, kyle, and all you could feel was his glossy lips pecking your slit before tonguing it.
your hands dug into the sheets, balling them into your fists. “wait—i can’t… kyle please—“ words that you couldn’t comprehend spilled from your lips, your legs trembling harder and your stomach tensing. tighter, tighter, oh god—
his glassy and low eyes watched your face, watched as your head fell back against the pillow, watched as your body convulsed and grew limp.
kyle pulled away, his face reddened from the lack of oxygen. he had to bite his bottom lip to stop himself from immediately dipping down when he watched your cum sticking to your inner thighs and bed sheets.
been thinking lately about biting off more than you can chew with yan harvey…accidentally asking one of his goons that hangs around the diner you serve at if he works works for two face and he just grunts and says he keeps an eye on you for the boss. you blanch and let him leave without paying his tab, horrified at the idea that you had the balls to ask that AND that he gave you an honest answer that you would have rather not gotten. you realize he has different goons sitting in on all your shifts because they all leave the same tip, two crisp $20 bills.
you decide to work up an even bigger nerve and ask one of them why two face is keeping tabs on you when you’ve never even met him. his grin is sickly when he asks if you’re asking to set up a meeting with the boss and you’re quick to backtrack, telling him to forget you ever said anything. you try to leave out the back after your shift, but he and a couple of others are waiting for you, telling you the boss is real eager to see you since you’ve been asking about him. he wants to have a nightcap with you after your long day, they say. you’re in no position to refuse when they shove you into the backseat of their town car and take you back to his penthouse.
Yandere Stephanie Brown who's smitten with you, one of Tim's exes. (GN reader, but panties are mentioned, feel free to swap that out with something else in your mind)
Also heavily implied Yandere TimSteph x Reader at the end
(stay with me here)
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She met you for the first time while you and Tim were still dating.
He was infatuated with you, and since Steph was his "best friend", insisted that you two had to meet. He sung your praises the whole way to the cafe where you were waiting for the two of them.
He'd said that when he was with you all the weight that seemed to cling onto his bones went away and he could finally breathe.
Steph just scoffed at first, but in due time, she understood exactly what he meant.
You'd been sweet to her, never once acting like a bitter partner—insecure over how close he was to his ex. Instead, you'd embraced every time she tagged along on your dates with him, making sure she felt included at all times, even if it was something as small as sitting with her on a ride at an amusement park. (Tim wasn't the happiest at having to sit in the row behind you two, but you made it up to him easily enough with a peck on the lips.)
You were good.
Full stop, no more discussion.
Tim knew it. Steph knew it. Hell, even Tim's family knew it, studying you with an almost hopeful gleam in their eyes when you came over for dinner, hoping that finally somebody untainted would enter their orbit and stay there.
But you didn't, breaking up with Tim after half a year of being together. Tim was heartbroken, spending long nights crying in Steph's apartment while her mom was working the night shift.
He wasn't the only one. Bruce had looked visibly disapointed when he'd asked Tim about you after patrol once, only to be met with a stiff "webrokeup". Neither the father nor any of his sons seemed to be very good at holding down a relationship, but the whole family had hope for this one.
Of course, Steph was also heartbroken, since after her 5th time tagging along with the two of you, she'd identified that familiar warmth inside her heart that told her she'd fallen hard.
When Tim first told her the two of you were finished, she was selfishly happy, assuming that she was clear to make a move now. The two of you had become close friends, it wouldn't be weird, right?
But no, apparently things hadn't ended on good terms. You'd sent Tim a text, asking him to meet you at the park where you told him in no uncertain words that what you had wasn't working out.
You didn't offer him much other than a gentle parting kiss, patting his hair one last time and telling him to take care of himself.
Of course, Tim had broken down then, yanking you back by a hand and begging you to tell him what was wrong, overall starting to cause quite a scene.
You cracked, begging him to please leave you alone and that it was because you couldn't stand how overbearing he was, constant interrogations and a lack of boundaries starting to suffocate you. Apparently it was the fourth tracker you'd found in your shoes that pushed you over the edge.
So when she sent Tim away for the night, after two weeks of him moping around her apartment, she made a plan to at least secure her spot on your good side (and hopefully in your bed if everything worked out).
She'd texted you, asking if you wanted to swing by her apartment, writing a heartfelt message about how much she still wanted to be your friend despite what had happened between you and Tim.
You took the bait—hook, line, and sinker.
She waited for you to come over that Friday night, a pack of beer in one hand and takeout in the other.
A few hour into the night and suddenly you were ranting, drunk and loose-lipped, about how much your relationship with Tim had upset you.
He was perfect at first, you'd wined at her, tears in those pretty eyes, but then you found the photos he'd taken of you from before you were dating and the eyes of the teddy bear he'd given you turned out to be cameras, so you knew you had to break it off.
Steph only listened, nodding along at the right times, and agreeing with you when you'd said that it was just too much. Inwardly, she couldn't help but scold Tim for getting greedy, soft things needed gentle hands, and Tim was always a little too rough with what he considered his. He'd put his own urges before you, and she's make sure to smack him upside the head for it next time.
It wasn't until you'd woken up the next morning, very much not on the couch you'd passed out on last night, instead in one of Tim's familiar high-rises somewhere in the city, that you began to panic.
Because while you thought you were safe getting drunk with a friend, Steph had never touched the alcohol, instead nursing a can of Zesti.
Zesti was Tim's favorite.
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Steph was ecstatic, watching you struggle against your restraints on the cameras. Tim would figure out where you were soon enough, but she wasn't worried.
He'd given her the key to this apartment a little while ago, since it was closer to Gotham U and she wouldn't have to pay for utilities.
He was sweet like that.
She'd let you out of the restraints when you calmed down, for now content to let you tire yourself out.
She couldn't wait until you realized that it was just her, and Steph would never hurt you.
You must know that, right?
Anyway, taking care of a whole person was hard enough, but juggling your adjustment period (inevitably messy) and her coursework at Gotham University? That would be quite a bit of work, especially considering her night job as Spoiler.
....Well you said Tim was perfect at one point right? And no matter the label they had on their relationship, Steph and him were a little closer than friends, anyway.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have some help with this.
God knew how much Tim had missed you, and she'd be sure to keep him in line this time (no more sneaky panty-huffing, she'd be making sure he took care of you first and foremost.)
When the familiar number flashed across her home screen, she picked up.
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yum yum yum yum timsteph x reader yum steph x reader yum
This one's really sticking with me, might expand on this (also I do see and appreciate all the love on the other blurbs, trust, I'm coming around to working on them as well 😉)
power play, age gap, nonconsensual touching, harassment, public setting. this is for @pervile <3
it wasn't the military that hardened sukuna into the man he is today. but rather, sukuna joined the military because of who he always was.
strong and loud, but most of all selfish. those were traits that sent him flying to the top ranks, and they were traits that only became more prominent with age.
sukuna never pretended to be a nice guy, he knew he wasn't and he didn't care if other people did too. it wasn't his fault that you were too sweet for your own good. or maybe stupid would be a better word.
but he loved cute little things like you because of that.
all bright eyes and wide smiles because you couldn't imagine an old man like sukuna would be a pervert. even with the wrinkled tattoos, the rugged scars, and the muscles that hardly shrunk, you saw nothing more than another senior citizen.
that's why when you squeezed your way onto the subway after work, scrambling to find a place to stand, you hardly paid attention to him. or how close you were to him. practically standing between his legs, unaware of the way he'd leaned in even closer to you.
you had to run from your office to the station, worried that you would miss your commute. you were sweating, out of breath though clearly trying to look like you weren't. still, sukuna could tell. he could see the glisten on your forehead, and when he took a deep breath in he swore he could smell the heat between your thighs.
"you need a seat, kid?" his voice was raspy, a result of too many cigarettes and too much shouting over the years.
you hesitated, staring at him with your mouth slightly agape like you weren't really sure he was talking to you. "me?"
sukuna sighed. "course. who else?"
yeah, you were sweet alright. you brushed off his condescending tone with a smile and an apology, as if he was the one who deserved one. "o-oh, sorry! it's okay, you don't have to get up. i can stand."
he huffed, rising from his seat anyways and your eyes followed him up and up and up… widening slightly as you were made aware of just how big the old geezer really was.
"i've been sitting all day," he insisted with finality.
the subway jostled, messing with your footing as you tried to swap places with sukuna. you blamed it on the rush hour crowd and the subway car suspension when you stumbled backward and straight into him. but you knew that the subway wasn't to blame when his hand wrapped around your waist, firmer than needed just for stability, thick fingers splaying out across your lower stomach.
you felt his hips press forward until they were flush against your ass. and the subway definitely wasn't to blame when you felt an unmistakable hardness poking you.
but as quickly as you were pulled into him, you were pushed away to fall into your new seat. and that was enough time for you to begin doubting yourself.
you were too young, too naive, too hopeful to fully admit to yourself that whatever had just happened was the will of an old stranger on your evening commute home. and the best part about you, in sukuna's mind, was that even if you could admit it, you were still too sweet to say anything.
it was ridiculous how despite your obvious nervousness, the fidgeting with your hands and the bouncing of your leg, you still smiled politely up at him. your expression only faltered when when he stepped closer to you, his knees bumping against yours as his feet slotted themselves between your own. your eyes jumped down, staring straight ahead where your gaze was met with nothing but the tent in his jeans.
it was right there, just inches from your face. the obvious boner that the man old enough to be your grandpa was sporting as he stared blankly down at you. or rather, at your tits that he could now see through the top of your blouse.
the subway rattled again. the movement was minimal, but just enough for sukuna to take advantage of it. he allowed his body to sway further than it should have, his hips jutting forward.
of all the things he's seen over his years, the way you squeezed your eyes shut to fight back your tears and crinkled up your nose as the crotch of his jeans brushed against it was by far the best.
he’d be sure to take the same line again the next day, because sukuna wanted to see just how much you'd let him get away with before the sweet girl in you finally had enough.
but even that wouldn't deter him, he was selfish after all.
(Warnings: implied kidnapping, captivity, implied punishments, yandere, non con touching, a bunch of mermaids drag you down into the ocean so they can stare at you all day WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME)
Merfolk and humans share many similarities.
Humans love animals, many often make great strides to ensure the pets they keep are healthy. You knew of many cat owners and dog owners in your time on land. A few humans also opt for taking care of more exotic creatures: reptiles, birds, insects. Though they aren't the most traditional, it's clear they love their animals just as much.
Merfolks also enjoy being pet owners. They mainly keep humans.
You stare at the mirror. The dress looks more like it's wearing you, rather than the other way around. It's frumpy, with frills and bows in every place you look. Impractical, is the only word you can describe it as. The heels weren't any better, already constricting your feet. You'd fall if you took two steps. Luckily, you didn't have anywhere to go.
If it were up to you, you would have burned the dress a long time ago. Unfortunately, your owner would not appreciate your lack of gratitude.
There's a soft tap on the glass. You'd like to ignore it, but you know better. Merfolk are prideful as they are beautiful. You remembered the last time you stubbornly ignored a visitor. Some nights, you can still feel the water in your lungs, the taste of seawater in the back of your throat.
You reluctantly rise up from the vanity mirror. The walk to the end of the room is short and yet daunting. It's not so much of a room than it is a bubble. The space is larger than a house, with a ceiling that stretches tens of feet above you. It's more of a ballroom, packed with things that resembled a home: a bed, a mirror, a desk, a bathtub.
There were no walls, nothing but crystal clear glass. Why would a pet need a silly thing such as privacy?
Scarlet red hair and a long tail greet you. He looks enthusiastic as soon as you meet his gaze, spinning and bobbing in the water.
"Eiji." You greet, hoping your voice and smile is soft and sweet-just the way he likes it.
Kirishima seems satisfied with your act. His grin deepens, showing you his sharp teeth.
"I missed you!" He says your name with a happy thrill. "Did you miss me? It's been so long since I last saw you. Is Momo treating you well?" He frowns, clawed hands scraping at the glass that divides the both of you.
His voice is slightly muffled, but you can hear him just fine. Unlike the others, Kirishima is specifically prohibited from entering your terrarium. He's too brash, too reckless, uncontrollable. Those are the traits Momo often complains about. You've seen the way he ripped apart a human ship with his bare hands, all with a smile on his face.
For once, you and your owner share the same sentiments.
"She's been well to me. Everyone has." You insist.
He brightens. "Oh! I have a gift for you." He unveils his hand.
A pretty necklace sits in his palm. It gently floats in the current.
"It's beautiful." You awe. "Is it for me? Thank you."
He nods excitedly, preening and your acceptance.
"Is Momo here? I'll give it to her." He suggests.
You give an apologetic smile. "She's out with Jirou. I'll let her know you came by." You suggest.
"That's okay!" He tells you. "In that case, why don't you let me in?"
You can feel your smile freeze on your lips.
"Oh..." you trail off, pretending to think, pretending that your heart isn't pounding in your chest. "I'm not sure if Momo would like that."
"It's okay." Kirishima tries to assuage your concerns. "She won't have to know. It'll be our little secret." He winks.
When you continue to hesitate, his smile starts to fade.
"Do you not like me?"
"What?" You backtrack. "It's not like that. I just-"
"I'm the only one not allowed to come see you and touch you." His voice drops. His tone shifts from a whine to something more akin to a growl. "I can only talk to you with this wall stuck between us!" He presses harder against the glass. You swear you heard it crack.
"I don't get it, why don't you want to let me in, why don't you want to-"
He's cut off by a hand yanking on his hair.
"You're not allowed in 'cuz you're a dumbass." Bakugou gruffs out.
Immediately, Kirishima reverts back to his original self. He whines as he holds his hair, complaining about how rough the other merfolk was. Bakugou hardly seems to care about his grievance. His red eyes focus on you.
You stare right back.
While Kirishima was built like a tank, Bakugou was built for agility. He’s far longer than Eijirou, with an orange and black tale that glimmers like gold in the sunlight. The fins on his face and hands are the same pattern. His neck is often covered in necklaces covered in gems and shark teeth. He never fails to stand out.
Much like Kirishima, Bakugou also seemed to respond well to your placating, though he isn't as expressive. He and Kirishima often visit you at the same time. You think it's intentional on Bakugou's part. He seems to like to step in and play hero when Kirishima grows too erratic. You arch your lips in a smile, trying to look relieved and happy to see him, despite the flip-flopping in your stomach. His red eyes simmer a bit.
Then, he looks down at your outfit and scoffs.
"The fuck are you wearing?" He asks.
You glance down, looking at the ridiculous amount of frills and bows.
"Momo gave it to me." You could only answer.
"Course she did." He sneers. "Always had a shit sense of fashion."
His lips curl as he surveys you a bit more. You don't like the look in his eyes.
"You need something that shows more skin." He decides on.
Kirishima floats next to him. He tilts his head as he looks at you.
“That’s a good idea.” He agrees. “Maybe something a bit more red.”
It’s odd how naked they make you feel sometimes, like you’re nothing but fillet freshly served and ready for them to eat.
That’s probably how they saw you.
Bakugou retreats slightly. They exchange glances.
“We have to go,” Kirishima says, clearly disappointed. “I’m sorry. I promise to visit you as soon as I can tomorrow.”
You wave him off as he disappears into the murky sea. Bakugou starts to follow but he hesitates.
He looks once more over your dress.
“I’ll find you something.” You don’t know if that promise is to you or himself. He’s gone with the flick of his orange tail.
You finally take your first real breath of air in minutes.
~
In the center of your terrarium, sits a large pool of water that gradually seeps up from below.
It’s where most of the merfolk like to visit you. Talking behind the glass is mostly reserved for quick visits. During their leisure, most of them like to sit at the edge of the pool, swishing their tails back and forth as you obediently sit beside them.
Though you’d never admit it, you did have your favorite share of visitors. Perhaps favorite isn’t the best term. Most tolerable. You liked Jirou, the more musically inclined of the merfolk. She’s not a big fan of touching, happy to sit at the pool and hum tunes.
Sometimes, she goes a bit overboard, gets caught up in her songs, and starts to really sing. She typically stops when your nose bleeds and your head feels like it’s about to crack open. Mermaid songs aren’t made for human ears.
Iida is another one who is on the tolerable side. You don’t like how coddling he is sometimes, but he’s pretty respectful. He isn’t too keen on touching, either. You can’t tell if it’s the genuine lack of desire, or the fear of never getting enough once he does. Sometimes, you can see his fingers twitch and his mouth clench in a way that you force yourself to ignore.
Midoriya and Ochako have no such regulations.
“Is that the dress Momo gave you?” Ochako asks when she floats up to you. Without hesitation, she reaches out and lightly tugs on a bow.
“It’s adorable!” She squealed.
Beside her, Midoriya grins. “The color suits you.” He compliments.
“Thank you.” You tell them both, allowing Midoriya to fiddle with your shoes with scarred hands.
You’re pretty sure it’s his favorite part of you. When you first became Momo’s, Midoriya could not take his eyes off of you. You often wondered if you were the first human he’d ever met. He always seemed to watch your every move, memorizing every action you did. At least, he has the decency to look bashful every time he gets caught looking up your skirt.
Ochako is a bit more obvious with her interest. Her hands often stop lingering right at your thighs, mostly because she knows she’s not allowed to go any further. You have this scary thought that if Momo was any less restrictive of you, Ochako wouldn’t ever stop exploring every nook and crevice your clothes hid away.
Eventually, you fade into the background as the two friends catch up with eachother. They talk about their lives, what they’ve been up to, small talk. It reminds you of the talks you had with your own friends all those years ago, before you were dragged down into the depths by slender hands and pretty lips.
“Did you hear about Todoroki’s newest human?” Ochako asks.
Midoriya gives her a sympathetic look. “I heard. Poor thing. He only had that one for a few weeks, too.”
From your brief glimpse into merfolk culture, it seems only a certain type of merfolk are able to obtain and keep humans. Momo is one of them, which is why so many flock to her terrarium, eager for a glimpse of you.
The other is Todoroki.
Unlike the others, you never knew how to treat Todoroki. He never seemed to respond to your placating, or your feigns of appreciation to his appearance. His face remained blank every time he approached your terrarium. He hardly ever spoke. Despite being allowed to, he’s never once entered your terrarium.
He just watches. Every move you make. Every breath you take. He catalogs it all.
He keeps humans, too. Multiple. You hear he replaces them once a month.
Ochako seems to finally catch on that you’re listening. She coos, reaching out her hands. You obediently lean down to rest your face in her cradling fingers. Her claws ever so slightly scratch your checks.
“Did I scare you?” She asks. “I’m sorry. Don’t worry, nothing like that will happen to you.”
“Of course not.” Midoriya assures. “You’re so sweet. Momo would never replace you.”
Ironically, you often wished Momo would get bored of you and replace you. Especially in the beginning. You used to hope she’d find another human and forget all about you.
Maybe it’s a good thing you continue to hold her eyes to this day– considering what getting replaced means down here in the depths.
~
You never know what time it is.
The merfolk have no such thing as clocks, and sunlight does not reach this far in this ocean. You have no idea if the sun or moon is out. The only light you have comes from the terrarium itself.
It’s scary to think that all that’s between you and the tumultuous sea is delicate glass. One tiny crack, a miniscule chink in your frail armor, and it could all come crashing down. Millions upon millions of seawater would descend on you. You wouldn’t drown. You would be destroyed. Not a trace of you would be left behind.
There’s no way to tell time here, but you know it’s the end of the day when Momo comes back.
She slowly eases her way into the pool with the grace of a ballerina. Water drips from her pretty face and hair as she peers up at you with adoration. Silently, she lifts her hand out.
You step forward, uncaring about soaking your dress as you float into her arms. Momo grabs you when your feet can no longer touch the bottom. She brings you into her chest, face pressed into your neck.
“Welcome back.” You murmur.
“Thank you, darling.” She coos, inhaling your scent.
“Did you have a good day?”
You nod. She pulls back, searching your face.
“I heard Kirishima made a scuffle a while ago.” She frowns. “Did he scare you?”
You shake your head. She doesn’t buy it.
“I’ll be stricter on him going forward.” She tells herself.
A part of you hopes this means you won’t have to see him for a while. That’s usually what she meant.
She hums as she spins you around in the water. It feels like the two of you were dancing as she holds you against her, like she’s leading the waltz.
She glances down at your dress. “Do you like the dress?” She asks.
You nod. “I love it.” You tell her. “Thank you for giving it to me.”
“I ran into Bakugou, earlier. He certainly wasn’t a fan.” She rolls her eyes. “I believe his exact words were ‘a lump of shitty bows’.”
“He mentioned he’d bring me something else.” You offhandedly mention.
“Did he?” She wonders. “What do you think of that?”
You smile. “I appreciate anything everyone gives me. Especially you.”
She likes that answer. “What do you like about the dress?” She asks.
You look down at the soaked fabric. It’s ruined now, but neither of you care. She’s planning on getting you a new one tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that.
“I like the color.” You tell her, trying to sound eager. “I just really love the shade. I also like the shoes. They may not be practicable but–”
You stop as soon as you hear those words. It was too late.
Momo’s eyes darken.
“You don’t like the shoes?”
“No!” You immediately backtrack. “I adore them! I–I meant they just weren’t the best for swimming, that’s all. They’re so beautiful, Momo. Every part of the dress is so beautiful.” The words rush out like vomit. Momo doesn’t seem to hear any of them.
She sets you down at the edge of the pool, pulling away. She refuses to look at you. In desperation, you try to reach her, trying to escape your fate.
“I’m sorry,” you tell her. Your voice trembles. “I–I didn’t mean it like that. I love the dress. I’m so sorry.”
Eventually, she sighs. She takes her hand in her own, pressing it to her cheek. Her skin is several degrees cooler than yours and stiff. It oddly feels like she’s dead.
“No, I’m sorry.” She tells you and she looks genuinely remorseful.
Your shoulders are about to sag in relief, when she continues.
“I haven’t trained you well.”
You try to smile. It comes out like a grimace.
“That’s not true,” you say.
She nods, continuing to lavish your body heat. “It is. You wouldn’t be so ungrateful, if I had.”
She hesitates at this next part.
“I was talking to Todoroki a while ago. He mentioned he had some experience with training humans. I think it would be a good idea if he kept you for a few days.”
Something lodges at the back of your throat. You want to scream.
“You want me to leave?” You ask instead, already on the brink of a breakdown.
She shakes her head, leaning up to give a kiss on your freezing cheek.
“I’ll never abandon you,” she tells you with unwavering eyes that almost make you want to believe her.
“But, it’s not good for either of us if you keep acting up like this. We need to deal with that somehow.”
Outburst. She considers a hint of criticism as an outburst, of you lashing out. Any hint of disobedience is shot down because pets aren’t allowed to complain.
She looks heartbroken as she looks at you. You feel her lips against hers as you remember cold eyes–one blue, the other black. Always watching. Never not watching.
“Maybe in a week." She hums. "You’ll see all that I do for you.”
You are single handily feeding the Yandere Ogata tag and god bless you for it
If I could, I would've made every piece of media I watch a type of yandere trope. I remember that the first time I read gk manga, i didn't quite like Ogata, in fact, i loved sugimoto, but the second time; something just happened, and I became obsessed with this weird cat guy.
I've been thinking about doing other yandere stuff from different media. This account started as a belos yandere art account (from the owl house) and since, I've been wanting to make yandere art forever.
I'm happy people appreciate my yandere Ogata work. I draw for you. Without you guys' support, I don't think I would've drawn more of it. I eat from your ideas and questions. So I'm happy to have you to rely on.
This little mandalorian yandere art just because. I've just seen the movie and rewatched the show. So, it's just a concept.
Hiiii! Just wondering as to how your Johann character would react to learning his darling is a virgin/inexperienced; how would he feel/handle that?
Also side note what kind of personality/appearance would he look for in a darling?
Love your work! Feel free to ignore.
Hello anon, I love answering these kind of questions, thank you for asking.
NSFW / suggestive under cut.
Johann doesn't mind if his lover is inexperienced; he's a man who thrives on a sense of guidance and protection, so for him being the one who's gonna show them the ropes (maybe quite literally) is something he greatly enjoys.
I think he'd be gentler, though, in comparison to his usual demeanor while having sex (fast-paced, violently suffocating), take his due time with prepping to make sure nothing hurts, at least to the best of his capabilities. The non-penetrative part of sex is his favorite anyway.
If their darling is too scared / in pain, he'll ask them to hug him tightly, or slowly talk them through it like "Just focus on the good part you're feeling, not the pain", and also of course he'll praise the shit outta them while doing so.
He enjoys clumsiness, so if they're too sloppy or accidentally do stuff in a rush, he'll just smile and let them continue. It's fine if things don't work out the first time, when he plans to keep them forever by his side.
- As for the type of person he likes the most, I think he has a strong preference for people who need someone to fix their shit in life (he has a heavy savior complex) and need to be taken care of. The type of person who gives 'kicked puppy on the side of the road' vibes is his favorite, he'll love to provide anything his darling ever lacked in life (love, financial support, the reassurance of a partner who's NOT gonna cheat on you, etc.)
He heavily dislikes disobedience and having to fight his way through a relationship (don't we all?), so if his darling is already accepting of the idea of being locked up in a basement and chained up, then great! That gets a lot of the 'breaking the ice' job out of the way.
He'll never openly admit it, but clinginess is the way to his heart. The moment his darling starts openly relying on him, it's when he feels the most fulfilled.
Johann doesn't have any preference appearance-wise, but he does have a huge lean towards fem-presenting people.
Hiii I just saw your post about you wanting more suggestions on what to write!
I just want to say that I really enjoy your Johann character and wanted to know more about him! Maybe you could do an alphabet of him if you’re up for it? It can be NSFW or SFW; it’s totally up to you.
If you don’t want to do this please feel free to ignore!
No, anon, you're totally cooking, thank you so much for the suggestion. I'm doing SFW alphabet first, I'll probably do the NSFW ver. Soon enough, though, this was pretty fun.
TW: Bro's pretty controlling and extreme, also there's suggestions of unhealthy dynamics between you two, suggestive content, etc, etc.
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Johann shows affection in his own way—a very unconventional one. He lets actions speak more than his words, but never holds back on a few affectionate words here and there, just to make sure you’re completely sure he still loves you as intensely as he always does. He’s not a ‘conventional’ romantic, doesn’t plan dates or romantic dinners, but his affection comes in a quieter, more oppressive way.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Johann isn’t the best at friendships. It’s already hard for him to have any sort of interest in people as a whole; now, imagine someone he can have a platonic relationship with. For him, only intense feelings matter, such as love. Friendships are just means to an end.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Like the certified couch potato he is, Johann loves napping while cuddling you, or just having his arms around you is enough. Sometimes, he might squeeze a little harder to get a reaction out of you and remind you he’s still there. Also, if you ask him, he’ll totally lie on top of you like a weighted blanket, don’t worry he can prop himself on his elbows so as not to crush you with his weight.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Johann’s entire objective in life is to have a normal life (as normal as the life of someone who kills for a living can be, anyway). He doesn’t mind if you don’t like to do cooking and cleaning; he can take care of it, just don’t demand too much, or he’ll force you to do the chores instead. Being away from home all the time often leaves him feeling homesick, so rest assured, he’s not leaving the house as soon as he sets foot inside.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
‘Breaking up’ is a concept that doesn’t exist in his mind. Do you wanna leave him? We’ll see about that—and if you really insist on it, he might just kill you and then himself after. There’s no escaping from this bond in his mind, not in this life or the many to come.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Johann doesn’t exactly care much about conventional engagements; in his mind, the bond you two share is already concrete enough, no need for fancy titles, but if you insist on getting married, he’ll arrange something, just to satisfy you.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
This is a hard one—Johann likes to use both gentleness and roughness at once in each thing he does, like caressing your head gently while he’s holding your wrist tightly, or squeezing you with his arms while he’s whispering at your ear—that’s what makes him the most scary, you can’t really tell when his touch will stop being feather-like and will become an iron-grip embrace.
He’s not the best at dealing with emotions, but he can offer comfort through his company or just by listening. Just don’t ask him for any advice… he’ll probably tell you not to worry about it and let him handle it. Otherwise, he’s a pretty chill dude to talk to, unless he’s angry—and you really don’t wanna see that.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Johann adores hugs, especially when you’re the one who starts them. Be careful, though, he gets very touchy very fast or just refuses to let you go entirely.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
I think he wouldn’t realize he hasn’t said “I love you” in a while unless you point it out; his actions are already so riddled with his love for you that he sometimes forgets to say it, since it is already quite obvious.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Johann puts the J in Jealousy bro’s an absolutely machine on seeing green and going completely off the tracks over little things—but he seethes in silence rather than openly lashing out, he wants you to realize what you did to make him jealous, then make you apologize for it. If things ever reach a point where he cannot carefully control his actions, then be sure, it’ll get bloody quick.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Johann’s kisses vary between soft and sloppy. He likes licking and biting your lips, and of course, tongue kisses are his fave—letting you feel his mouth taking over yours until your breath becomes his. He likes kissing you everywhere, and he memorizes the parts of you he hasn’t kissed yet, so next time, he can leave his mark there too. You can also kiss him whenever and in any place you want, but he likes his face the best, especially his cheeks.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Johann doesn’t mind children, but I don’t think he’d be a great father; his sole focus is on you. Also, if he’s already controlling as a partner, then god have mercy on his hypothetical children.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Johann usually wakes up first (if he ever sleeps at all) and likes to prepare breakfast. If, for some reason, he has to leave while you’re still asleep, he writes a little note with your schedule for the day and asks you to take your daily supplements, he might wake you up just to gently tilt the glass against your lips—can’t have his dear lacking on vitamin C now, can we?
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Johann is… eerily quiet during the night, probably a habit he developed from so many nights spent in the forest hunting. He likes watching you while you sleep… he thinks it’ll make you feel safe, but it’s kinda creepy. If you ever want to get up and go to the bathroom, since he’s always holding you tightly against him and forcing you to sleep facing the wall, you’ll have to get through him first. (500 IQ tactic to make sure your kidnapped partner never has a chance to escape)
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
He’s not much of a storyteller, but he also has nothing to hide from you either; he’ll be honest and upfront about everything, even the uglier parts he’d like to forget about.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Johann is frustratingly patient, but only with you. But that doesn’t mean he’ll tolerate everything; he keeps tabs on your behavior for a reason.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Johann is a “fun facts about YOU” machine; he notices a lot of stuff you often don’t know about yourself, and secretly it makes him feel proud. If you like something, he’ll remember and get it for you next time. Is your hair exactly 4.5 inches shorter? …where did you grab the scissors from? But also, that’s much to your dismay, since his recalling each thing you say so obsessively also makes lying really hard.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
Probably the first moment you gave in—when he finally brought you home (kidnapped) he thought the process to slowly break your walls would be a painful but rewarding one, so the moment you start to finally develop that sweet Stockholm syndrome, that’s when he feels the happiest.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Johann would fight a bear with his bare hands just for you if somehow the situation called for it. Protective IS one of his main traits (and I would say, the most important one). He likes to take care of you, do everything for you, and that includes assuring you’re always safe and sound. Just… don’t look too much into it when you start feeling psychologically weaker from all the sitting and lying around… It’s okay, he likes you the best that way.
He doesn’t like being ‘protected’ per se; rather, he prefers to be cared for.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)
As I mentioned before, Johann doesn’t do dates, but he loves gift-giving, providing for someone scratches a little something inside his brain. As for everyday tasks, he already takes care of everything, so don’t worry about it.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
He has a lot—for starters, his tendency to be controlling and overbearing, he acknowledges his nature and doesn’t plan to change anything, so it’s up to you to accept him as he is. He’s also incredibly hard-headed, especially when it comes to taking care of himself, like his smoking or bad eating habits.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Johann doesn’t really care about how he looks. His body happens to be buff as fuck because he has to keep himself in shape for his line of work, but he might grow a little confident if you tell him how handsome he is.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Life had no meaning before he found you, and if he ever loses you, then he’ll probably cease to exist.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
He has a serious plushie-buying habit; if you don’t ever tell him to stop, he might bury you in a pile.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Disobedience or general ungratefulness, he doesn’t like putting effort into people who don’t appreciate it. Also, he hates insults (even though he cusses a lot when he’s alone).
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
“Sleeping is a social construct created to sell mattresses” — probably Johann.
Yandere Reaction: To their darling not letting them near their baby
Saichi Sugimoto:
He is disappointed that his darling won’t let him come near their child let alone hold him.
Not wanting to stress them out more than they already are, he waits for them when to let their guard down or decide to let him come near.
He does more or less follow his darling around the house since they are always holding the baby. He does let them have their space.
He does love watching his darling with their little one.
When his darling does fall asleep giving him a chance to hold the baby or his darling hands other the baby, he’s content. Feeling that everything has finally fallen into place.
Hyakunosuke Ogata:
He knows they have to put the child down at some point and that’s when he will make his move.
He blocks out whatever his darling is saying or doing to him when they see him holding the bundle.
His whole focus on the small human in his arms.
Now if he wants to hold their child, he will but will wait for an opening.
He will give the child back eventually until the next time he wants to hold them.
Genjirou Tanigaki:
He is deeply saddened by the fact his darling sees him as a threat.
Had he not shown that he was a good husband? Did he not show that he only wants to protect them both?
He will see this as something he’s done wrong (but not what he’s actually done.) and will try to fix it by showing that he means no harm.
Similar to Saichi he does wait for his darling to either hand over the child or when they are sleeping.
He does love his darling and new child dearly, wanting nothing more than to be a normal loving family.
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