Yandere Fanfictions

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Commissions are OPEN! Current askbox: 285 -- please be patient if yours takes time. I write matchups, headcanons, stories -- you name it! Character x reader, character x character or any combination is more than welcome here! - Join my discord server I'll try to make active! https://discord.gg/vVrdBRR (currently inactive I have had other things to focus on)

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Pookie please come home, the kids miss u 😭

wAAAH IM SORRY ILL FEED THE KIDS I PROMISE

i was girlbossing a little too hard,,,, this is just the FIRST draft and im only 6 chapters into the first round of editing oh god. I’ll do more appropriate length stuff I promise uwaaaah

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Welcome back!

Thank you, hun! It's nice to be back <3

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Hi guys!

Sorry about my unannounced disappearance for the past few months - especially to those waiting on commissions. I’m not gonna go into too much detail but life has been hectic and I’ve had to work three times as much to make ends meet, my mental health has been down the drain, and a very close relative suddenly passed away. I’ve been dealing with a lot, and I’m grateful for the patience I’ve been shown, and every notification of a liked or reblogged post has made me smile despite the struggles.

I’m finally slowly getting back to a stabile footing and feeling better mentally, and I’ve missed writing on here so much. I’m back to writing and didn’t realize quite how much I really missed it.

Look forward to more posts coming soon as I get back into posting on here, and thank you again for being so nice and understanding <3

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I couldn't resist the brainworms that came from the small moment we got seeing Nakime and Muzan in the latest episode so have a short brainrot. Him sitting there on the chair,,,

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CW: yandere themes, infantilizing behavior, NSFW, Non-con, oral sex, cockwarming, slight vouyerism

This is a yandere work. Proceed with caution and please be mindful of your triggers.

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"Nakime, have a look over there," Muzan ordered, pointing at another area of the map he held in front of his lap. The demon who had just been raised to the rank of fourth among the Kizuki nodded, striking a note on her biwa.

Progress was being made on locating the rest of the Demon Slayer Corps. Nakime's enhanced abilities were exceptional when it came to searching and surveying vast areas in a short amount of time. If Muzan had fed her more blood to enhance her abilities sooner, maybe they would have found the Blue Spider Lily by now. Though, now that Nezuko had braved the sun, there was no need for the Spider Lily anymore. It was easier to search for one demon among the Demon Slayer Corps than a rare flower, and at this rate it was only a matter of time until they'd locate Ubuyashiki's manor as well.

Muzan was pleased with his current circumstance.

Especially so since his thick cock was resting deep inside your mouth.

You'd been sitting on your knees for the better part of an hour now, tears brimming in the corners of your eyes and jaw aching from the strain. It was embarrassing you to no end either, being used like this in front of someone else, even though Nakime's eyes were mostly elsewhere.

Muzan didn't care much for your feelings or embarrassment. If he wanted you to cockwarm him with your mouth, that is what you would do, no matter if it was in his private chambers, at his desk, or here, in front of Nakime.

You knew better than to defy him, even when he was in a good mood, so you remained on your knees, cheeks flushed in shame. At least it was only one of the Kizuki, one who was using her Demon Art to search areas far away. Yet you swore you could feel her eye staring at the back of your skull.

"There was no one there of interest, Lord Muzan," Nakime said, looking up at her master. He merely hummed, moving one slender finger to point at another area of the map.

"Search here."

"Yes, Lord Muzan."

With that, Nakime struck another note on her biwa. It always felt a little better the moments immediately after she played a chord, knowing that she definitely wasn't seeing you at that moment. Otherwise, you never knew when she was back before she spoke, and it was always a relief no matter how brief to not have her see you in this state.

You doubted she cared much for what she saw, but it didn't lessen the embarrassment you felt. You didn't even notice yourself slowly easing yourself away from Muzan's cock until you felt sharp nails scratching against your scalp, effortlessly sheathing himself fully inside your drooling mouth again.

"We're not done yet, pet," he chided, looking away from the map for a moment to stare down at your red, teary face. It was truly a sight to behold, and it felt impossible for him to get harder, but he did.

A low whine slipped past your lips, muffled by the girthy length inside your mouth, and Muzan chuckled, petting your head condescendingly.

"Seems like I haven't had you take me down your throat enough if an hour is where you reach your limit. We will have to do this more often."

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Do you have a master list or guide lines?

I should have masterlist posts uploaded this week or next, it's taken some time going through everything and sorting and linking writing but I'm hopefully done with it soon. And yes, I do have some guidelines but they are very minor. I prefer not to write kinks like scat, vomit, piss etc, and I don't like writing about pedophilia or scenarios where the reader is the yandere towards a character, otherwise I am fine with most things. If there is something extremely specific you want to double check just send in an ask.

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hi!! im not sure if you still do matchups, if not that's okay! i'm interested in a male danganronpa v2 or v3 matchup! im a female, ENTP, i do art, and have a little side job doing manicures, i'm incredibly clumsy from what i've been told, i ramble about stuff/people i love, im kind of impulsive when it comes to decision making, i've been told that im a people pleaser and i have attachment issues, not sure if looks are important but i have long dark hair, 5'3, embarrassingly pale, thank you <3!

Matchups are a lot of fun so I try to do them when I have energy. I'll give you one from SDR2 and one from V3. Hopefully you'll enjoy them.

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✧ Hajime Hinata has nothing but respect and admiration for all the talents that his classmates showcase, and you're no exception.

✧ He loves seeing what you create, and isn't shy on letting you use his nails for practice, praising them and showing them off to anyone interested.

✧ You're just such a nice person through and through that he can't help but get attached... quickly.

✧ And who are you to avoid him? That would make him sad, wouldn't it? We can't have that.

✧ Would you look at that? Suddenly the two of you are practically attached at the hip, Hajime taking up as much of his time as he possibly can, much like a dry sponge absorbing water.

✧ With how clumsy you can be, you need someone to look out for you, and isn't Hajime the best only option?

✧ He does everything with you after all, and lets you practice on and with him any time you want! So just keep doing what makes you happy and he'll be there to support you and keep you safe.

✧ Just... Don't think about replacing him with someone else, okay? If you'd start spending more time with someone else, he doesn't know what he will do.

✧ He just needs you by his side, always.

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✧ Korekiyo Shinguji would find himself fascinated by you.

✧ Your hobbies would interest him, and he'd love to listen to you ramble on about your hobbies, returning the favor by rambling on about anthropology topics related to art and things you like.

✧ He'd be careful about letting you touch artifacts in his Ultimate Lab, though, seeing how clumsy you could be. Accidents do indeed happen, but he did not wish for either you or any artifacts to be damaged when it could be avoided without much issue.

✧ He doesn't expect to get as attached to you as he does, and especially not that quickly. He's an introverted person, unlike you, and doesn't grow close to people easily. He's used to others avoiding him and finding him strange, but somehow you stick around.

✧ Lots of late night conversations with his sister involves you, and her approval of you makes her egg Kiyo on, making him act on some of his... darker impulses.

✧ You've shown him kindness and you're similar to him, so now he's unhealthily attached to and possessive of you.

✧ It doesn't take long before you notice how the other Ultimates start to distance themselves from you, much like how they do with Korekiyo. A few even look... afraid.

✧ When you tell Kiyo about it, he comforts you, using it as leverage to shift you further in his direction. The other students didn't deserve you, he'd say, combing his bandaged fingers through your long hair as he held you.

✧ You'd grow accustomed to be around him and him only soon enough. And if any of the other ultimates were dumb enough to not listen to his warnings, he'd simply have take even more drastic measures to make sure that he was the only one you talked to.

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Can you please do a yandere kenpachi zaraki x reader pretty please 🥺🙏

Of course! Big strong scary man but softie inside makes my brain go wild. I have another request for him in the inbox, so have this softer one first, and I'll go a little more crazy with the other one later :>

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CW: yandere behavior, takes place post TYBW so spoiler warning, slight infantilization, unhealthy dependence, possessiveness, mentions of fighting, mentions of being severely injured

This is a yandere work. Proceed with caution and please be mindful of your triggers.

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✧ Kenpachi is not used to nice things. Ever since he was a kid, violence and fighting was all he knew.

✧ So, naturally, at first, he has no idea how he's supposed to treat the newcomer who personality-wise definitely does not fit into the 11th squad.

✧ Of course, no one whose fighting abilities are not personally accepted by Kenpachi has no chance of joining his ranks.

✧ You barely know how you managed to impress him, in all sincerity. You were far from as strong as he was, but he must have sensed something about your abilities that made him accept you.

✧ Your persistence had been admirable too, Kenpachi had to begrudgingly admit. None of the other guard courts had been of any interest to you. You'd had your eyes on the 11th squad, and that was the one you were going to become a part of.

✧ Kenpachi Zaraki's squad is full of people who seem to have next to nothing in common, so in a weird way, you fit right in.

✧ At first, Kenpachi didn't pay it much mind. You weren't a seated officer and wasn't brought along on too many missions, but you were always looking after the others upon their return.

✧ He joked that you'd fit in better in squad 4 with the healers, and the venomous glare you'd sent him had been laced with so much fire that he immediately fell quiet in shock.

✧ I consider this to take place after Kenpachi properly learns about Yachiru and she disappears.

✧ Your kindness is not a trait Yachiru had, but your positivity reminds him of her.

✧ Slowly, he finds himself seeking out your company more and more frequently, even going so far as to not take fights seriously at all or force his spiritual power down enough to be cut, just so you can be the one to patch him back up.

✧ You're surprisingly good at handling his temper and making him calm down as well, which the rest of your squadmates are quick to pick up on, dragging you along whenever they had to deliver unfortunate news that would make Kenpachi's anger flare up.

✧ In next to no time, Kenpachi has given you an unofficial seat of sorts, making sure that keeps you close to him at all times. It makes the loss of Yachiru's physical form easier to bear as well.

✧ The squad had filled you in about the last Lieutenant, and you felt your heart ache for the sake of your captain every time he looked over his shoulder with a grin to shoot a few words to the little pink-haired girl who usually sat on his back or shoulder, only to have his face fall.

✧ I believe that he would be pretty normal at first, that is until you are severely injured at the hands of a few hollows on a mission that he'd selfishly brought you along on. One moment of Kenpachi being occupied had been enough for an attack to reach.

✧ When you woke up, bandaged and in pain, but alive, in the barracks of squad four a few days later, the first thing you saw was the captain sitting next to you. He looked like he hadn't slept a wink while you'd been unconscious.

✧ The relief on his face once his eyes met yours was immense. "Don't do that again," he said gruffly, clenching his fist. He'd been beating himself up ever since the incident, cursing himself for that singular moment of not even a second that led to you being in this state.

✧ He would make sure nothing like that would happen to you ever again.

✧ He had already lost Yachiru (even though she was technically still with him) and he refused to lose another person he cared about.

✧ As soon as you'd regained your health, he'd firmly banned you from leaving on any missions at all, which had made you lash out and punch him (dealing absolutely no damage) much to Kenpachi's amusement.

✧ Knowing how stubborn you could be, the times when he personally had to leave on a mission, he locked you up with shackles blocking your spiritual power. No matter how mad you got at him or viciously tried to fight back and stop him, you were like an angry kitten, all bark and no bite.

✧ At all other times of day, you were effectively thrown onto his shoulder, taking Yachiru's place. It was the only way he could be certain to keep you from sneaking away on missions as he had no doubts that you would run off with your zanpakuto the second he let you out of his sight.

✧ Really, who was going to stop him? Few were strong enough to oppose him, and the positive impact you had on keeping him calm unfortunately had Head Captain Shunsui siding with Kenpachi. "For the greater good," he'd said in a meeting, shooting you an apologetic glance as you clenched your fists and bit back tears, seated in Kenpachi's lap.

✧ You'd spend your days glued to his side, wondering if things would have been different if you'd never smiled his way.

✧ If you'd known how things would turn out, you'd never have followed your dreams and fought to join the 11th squad.

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Do you write for the Bayverse TMNT 🥸🥸

Sure!

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Do you write for Looney Tunes?

I can do that yeah

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Would you be willing to do yandere matchups for stranger things and/or any of the top gun movies? Thank you for time!💜💐

Absolutely, just send them in

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Do you write for planet of apes ?😊

Sure, I suppose I could be able to do that :)

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CW: Yandere behavior, forced imprisonment, brief mentions of NSFW / Non/Con, threats of violence

This is a yandere work. Proceed with caution and please be mindful of your own triggers.

Happy birthday Aizen! I couldn't help but write a short little thing I love him. The Rock Musical is living rent free in my head and has done so since I watched it. The "Smile, Orihime" scene was in it too and I almost fainted seeing that in front of me on stage.

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The warmth of the palms of his hands burned through the white silk of the gown you were wearing, placed possessively on your waist.

Aizen was lounging in his throne, you perched uncomfortably on his lap in just the way he liked to have you. There was just something about having your soft, warm body close that stroked his ego just right. It was as much of a display of his power and authority for both the Espada and you alike -- a show of ownership.

Any time Aizen summoned the Espada to a meeting, you would be dragged into his lap, spending the meeting trying not to squirm around as large hands held your waist or fingers traced patterns into your thigh. It was humiliating, but there was nothing you could do to stop it. 

Making a scene wasn’t an option anymore. You’d tried to protest the first few times the ruler of Las Noches had forced you to sit in his lap during meetings. He’d been amused, but not at all bothered. A few words whispered into your ear in his smooth, baritone voice had your body freezing as your heartbeat picked up in fear before you reluctantly fell quiet and stopped squirming.

You knew all too well that Aizen made good on his promises and threats. You didn’t want your remaining family to suffer at the hands of Hollows or any of the Espada, nor did you want to spend more nights than you absolutely had to folded into a mating press as fucked you until he was satisfied.

There was no escape from Las Noches, after all. You couldn’t open a portal, and even if you somehow managed to get one of the Espada to open one for you, there was nowhere in the world that you would be able to escape Aizen. All you could do was obey and try to minimise the damage done to yourself or the people you cared about. You were no fighter. You had no powers. There was nothing you could do but let him do as he pleased.

You could feel Aizen’s smile press against the sensitive skin of your neck, no doubt knowing exactly what was on your mind. There was no hiding anything from him. You’d long since stopped trying. 

“Feeling powerless, pet?” Aizen mused, ignoring Nnoitora making a jab at Harribel, trying to rile her up. 

You didn’t grace him with a response, rebelling in one of the only ways you could. He chuckled, chest rumbling in amusement pressed against your back.

“If anyone, you’re the person with the most power here.” You turned your neck, looking back at Aizen with confusion on your face. He merely smiled.

“You’re the only one who controls my heart.” 

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Based on this tumblr post by @thecuriousquest because I couldn't get the scenario out of my head.

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TW: Forced imprisonment, mentions of punishments, Nanami uses his cursed technique (on an inanimate object), violence, reader being scared of Nanami etc. mentions of attempted murder, SFW.

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Follow the Rules

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“...What are you doing?” The low baritone voice suddenly coming from the door to the apartment made you jump, almost losing your balance in your hurry to look as inconspicuous and non-guilty as you could. You snapped your head around so fast to turn to look at your returning captor with wide, surprised eyes so fast that you swore you could feel the vertebrae in your neck crack. 

You hadn’t heard the locks unlatch as the keys were turned or heard the door open. Despite being a decent apartment, the door always made a noise when it was opened past a third of the way. You’d been too engrossed in your escape-attempt to hear it. Usually you were on high alert from the time that Nanami usually returned home from work and onwards. You never knew when he had to work overtime in advance, so most late afternoons and evenings were spent nervously looking between the clock and the door, hoping it would never open.

It had been foolish to try to escape at this hour, you knew that, but you couldn’t help yourself when you’d randomly stumbled upon the weird handle-shaped key that the window needed to twist open when you’d been reorganizing a cupboard in your boredom. It had taken far too long to figure out what it was for, and when the clock passed the usual time Nanami usually showed up, you’d thrown caution to the wind and hoped that he would be held up by work for a long time.

You didn’t need to see his eyes behind his tinted sunglasses to know the disappointment they held as he stared at you from the now open door. Without a word, he sat his brown briefcase down on the floor next to him before closing and locking the door.

When he turned to face you again, smoothing out his suit, the displeasure was clear on his face. You remained frozen, like a deer caught in headlights as he glared at you. In a way, the analogy wasn’t too far-fetched. You were cornered just like prey in the face of a far more powerful predator.

“I said, what are you doing?” Nanami repeated, jaw set in a taut line. He was clearly not happy that he had to repeat himself.

Finally, your body kicked into action and you jerked back and away from the halfway open window as if it had given you an electric shock. There was little point to the action, however. The damage had already been done -- he’d seen you by the window, foot on the windowsill and ready to crawl out. There was no easy way to explain it away to soothe his anger.

At the very least, you had jerked away from the window instead of trying to quickly dive out through it. He would most likely have caught up with you before you could even make it all the way out, dragging you back inside. That would have no doubt infuriated him even further.

Nanami began walking towards you with slow, calculating steps, never once looking away from you. Immediately, your hands flew up in front of you, trying to clear the air as you began to stutter out an apology, an excuse -- anything you could manage to get out. 

“I-I’m sorry! It was just so warm today and I just wanted some fresh air!” Both you and Nanami knew it was a blatant and pathetic lie. If you’d just wanted some fresh air, why would you have been standing with your foot perched on the windowsill, attempting to squeeze your body through the opening you’d created? Besides, Nanami knew exactly where the key had been hidden away, and there was no way you would have been able to get the window open without it.

He had to give you credit for managing to not only find it, but also figure out what it was and where to use it. It would seem that he had to move even more items to the storage unit in the basement of the apartment that he was renting. It would be a bother to have to walk down there for even more things as he already had to go there to fetch knives for cooking for example, but it couldn’t be helped. You clearly couldn’t be trusted with much.

Nanami’s frown deepened at your words as he approached. He never liked it when you lied, and had even gone as far as to make that one of the rules in your little “household”. Now, not only had you tried to escape, but broken yet another rule he’d set.

Panicked tears formed in the corners of your eyes as the realization of what you’d just said sunk in. You couldn’t stop your body from beginning to tremble as you began to realize how much trouble you were in.

Nanami was a very strict captor, and didn’t hesitate to mete out punishments when deemed necessary when you averted from his wishes or broke any of his rules. You’d broken a lot of them before, especially at the beginning of your imprisonment, though you’d never done anything this out of line before, and most of the punishments you’d received had made you try your hardest to stick to the rules.

A few were easier than others to follow, especially when punishments had resulted in the removal of certain items from the apartment, such as the time when you’d tried to stab him with a knife that you’d snuck back to the bedroom with you. It was easy to follow the rule of “don’t try to attack Nanami” when there were no weapons to do so with.

The harder rules to follow were the ones that demanded physical contact and affection. Nanami had a twisted view of the relationship the two of you had, and wanted it to feel and seem like you two were a regular couple. This included things like sleeping in the same bed, kissing Nanami on the cheek in the morning before he headed off to work, and telling him that you loved him.

Nanami did not particularly enjoy punishing you, nor hurting you, but he knew that a firm hand was needed to make you follow the rules he set. After the punishment, you’d rarely disobeyed again, so clearly his method was providing the result he wanted.

You had never seen Nanami this angry. You almost wanted him to scream at you in fury instead of this calm, cold anger he was displaying. It was unlike any reaction he’d had to anything you’d tried to do, and that scared you to no end. You didn’t want to know what kind of punishment awaited you this time. You’d broken multiple rules, and big, important rules at that. There was no way he was going to go easy on you no matter what you said.

 Still trembling, you dashed towards the bathroom with tears flowing down your cheeks in an attempt to postpone the inevitable. Your bare feet clattered against the wooden floor as you stumbled away, yet you didn’t hear Nanami’s pace pick up.

Breathing heavily, you jerked the door open, slamming it shut behind you as soon as you made it through. You caught a glimpse of Nanami still walking towards you at the same pace as before, slowly stalking towards the bathroom door. Somehow, that was infinitely scarier than if he would have ran after you, trying to stop you from locking yourself away. 

But really, was there a reason for him to run after you? There was nowhere you could truly escape from him in the apartment. He was a man of near-endless patience, and he knew that this was but a temporary setback, another minor inconvenience to deal with that would ultimately lead to the same end result.

With shaking fingers, you somehow managed to twist the flimsy bathroom lock into a locked position, thanking the heavens that Nanami hadn’t removed the lock from the door when he’d decided to let you roam the apartment freely during the day while he was at work instead of keeping you chained up in the bathroom. 

You knew, just as well as he did, that the lock wouldn’t keep him out for long. You knew that he would get to you no matter what you did, but you were desperate to delay that as much as you possibly could. 

Blindly, you crawled into the bathtub, gathering your knees to your chest in an embrace in the darkness. Turning the lights on had been the furthest from your mind when you’d closed the door. The cold of the porcelain dug into your bare skin where it connected, but even that did little to take your mind off the paralyzing fear you felt. 

You felt too cold and too hot at the same time. The blue shirt Nanami had made you wear was huge on you, but it still felt like the collar was suffocating you as you rocked back and forth, desperately trying to get air into your lungs in between panicked sobs.

“I-I’m sorry,” you sobbed, clutching your hair in your hands, trying to let the burn you felt in your scalp ground you. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorry,” you whimpered, words becoming mumbled and sounding like little more than garbled noise against your knees. 

The handle of the door turned, and then you heard Nanami sigh outside the door when it didn’t give way. He said your name, disappointment evident in his tone. “I’m giving you one chance, and one chance only to open the door,” he said with finality. 

You shook your head despite knowing he couldn’t see it. “No,” you gasped, tears running down your cheeks as your body shook.

Nanami growled your name again, but even if you wanted to open the door, you wouldn’t trust your body to be able to carry you over there. “I can’t” you whimpered. You didn’t want to be anywhere near Nanami. You wanted to be back at home, living your life the way you had before Nanami had set his eyes on you.

Even if you didn’t know that he was a Jujutsu sorcerer, he was still both taller than and stronger than you were. The door was hardly an obstacle for him. Such a flimsy lock could easily be kicked in with hardly any trouble.

The now-familiar sound of Nanami loosening his tie cut through the silence, and you hugged your trembling knees tighter to your body. The logical thing to do would be to unlock the door before you exhausted whatever remaining patience the man had, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so despite how terrified you were of the impending punishment.

When you were alone and closed your eyes, you could envision yourself being somewhere else. Somewhere far away from the man who kidnapped you. You could be sitting in a completely different bathtub back home in your own apartment as long as you kept your eyes closed and thought hard enough.

Though even your own thoughts gave you little respite as Nanami once again spoke up, catching your attention by calling your name. “Open the door.” It wasn’t a request.

Stubbornly clinging to whatever misplaced feeling of at least partial freedom you felt by not being face-to-face with him, you gasped out another “No!” hoping beyond hope that he would just leave it alone and leave you alone. You could spend the night sleeping in the bathtub, curled up among bunched up towels, and only leaving the bathroom when you knew he was at work. Alas, that was not to be.

You couldn’t help the shriek that escaped your lips as Nanami’s fist, wrapped in his tie punched straight through the wooden door. Splinters flew through the air, clattering against the tiles, and you buried your face in your knees to protect it from the sharp shrapnel.

Calmly, Nanami uncurled his fist, feeling around blindly for the lock until his fingers brushed against it. With a ‘click’ that felt deafening, the door was unlocked. Slowly, it slid open, revealing Nanami’s silhouette, backlit by the lights in the living room. It painted a menacing picture that made you let out a whimper as you curled in even further on yourself, trying to make yourself as small as possible. 

“I asked you to open the door,” Nanami said, unwinding the tie from around his hand. “You refused, making me use my cursed technique, and now I need to buy a new door.” You could hear the frown in his voice, but the prospect of having to replace the door was the least of your worries. 

A finger curled below your chin, forcing your teary eyes to meet his. “It seems like someone needs to be reminded of the rules we have here, wouldn’t you say so, dear?”

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A small update

Hi guys! I’m going to make some minor adjustments to the stories I have posted on here -- mainly adding some images, see if there are any spelling mistakes, and make sure that everything that needs to be tagged has its proper tags. This is going to take a few days probably, and I wanted to give everyone a heads up in case there is cause for stress when you’re unable to see some stories because they look different. I am not going to do any major change to any stories posted, so I am not going to remove any content, so there is no need to worry about that! Also working on figuring out how to link things to a masterlist etc. to make navigation easier, so please be patient with me for a little bit :) <3

TLDR: I’m making some aesthetic changes, correcting TWs and typos and figuring out how to link things in posts for easier navigation.

Thank you guys again for your continued support despite me disappearing every now and then to do whatever adult life things I need to focus on.

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What fandoms do you make matchups for? :>

Pretty much any and all! Fandoms I know more of are easier, but I've apparently got quite the knack for being able to accurately depict characters I know nothing about from media I haven't consumed after looking some things about them up -- so in general I say that you can request anything and everything as long as you specify what character and/or fandom you want me to write something from. It's a lot of fun for me to get introduced to media I'm unfamiliar with, too, so I never mind people requesting from fandoms I'm not in :D TLDR: literally anything and everything as long as I know what it is/it's not so small and unknown that there is no way for me to get any information about it or the characters in it

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okay so---i read the lil fic of reader friendzoning sebastian and i saw your requests were open so here I AM-

Could I get a fanfic of Sebastian with a reader who ✨does✨ have a crush on him but ignores his advances because she happens to have a rather low self-esteem and simply "doesn't want to get the wrong idea" —if possible? if you can't either way it's cool .u.

I am so glad you're here! :D And hoo boy I can recognize myself in that for sure and this would 100% be me hands down. Also sorry for the tiiiiime this has taken meeeeee ugh life is. Annoying. Something I do know for certain, however, is that a yandere Sebastian would not stand for any low self-esteem. Especially not from someone as wonderful and perfect as you.

This can be read as a standalone thing or sort of a continuation of the last one!

Yandere is mainly at the very end because it became just so nice and soft and aaaaahh

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SFW, no major TW/CW, but mentions reader with low self-esteem feeling insecure and disliking themselves. :✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:

"Not Good Enough for Me?"

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"Milady, are you alright? You've been staring through that window for quite some time now." Jumping at the sudden voice, you turn around, gaze landing on the tall, elegant butler peeking in through your door. At your acknowledgment, he takes a step into your room, closing the door behind him with a soft 'click'.

"You have not moved from this spot since at least about half an hour ago. I saw you standing there while I assisted Finnian in the gardens." You look away, nervously picking at the skin around your nails. "I'm fine," you say with a forced laugh. "Just got lost in thought I guess." Slowly, Sebastian moves closer to you, making sure that you can clearly see him at any point. He closely monitors your body language, ready to stop the second he sees you flinching or turning away.

"Is it about my confession during the afternoon tea last afternoon?" He asks, hitting the nail on its head. He has to keep a chuckle in as you wince. "I meant no disrespect or harm, I can assure you," he continued. "And if I have made you uncomfortable with any of my advances, I-" "No!" You yelp, cutting him off. You snap around to finally look at him, eyes wide in a panic and hands thrown up in front of you, waving in dismissal. "I mean..." you continue in a timid tone, cheeks heating up at your outburst.

"You didn't make me uncomfortable at all, Sebastian," you say, eyes pleading with him to believe you. "It was actually really sweet and it made me extremely happy to hear. I just..." you trail off, looking down at the floor, unable to keep his gaze any longer.

"I just don't think you'd want to be with someone like me." Your voice grows increasingly quiet the longer the sentence goes on, and even Sebastian with his demonic powers and enhanced senses has to strain to catch your words.

"What?" he breathes, confusion and bewilderment etched on his face.

You turn back to face the window, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt of comfort, trying your hardest to keep the tears threatening to form at bay.

"I just... I'm nothing special. I'm not really pretty or smart... I'm clumsy and mess up, and I can't ever do anything right." Tears blur your vision as you try to keep your voice from shaking. "I don't know why you'd want to be with me," you confess, finally, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

"You deserve someone better than me."

If he had a heart in the same way that humans do, Sebastian was sure that it would have shattered upon hearing those words. How had he missed your feelings in regard to yourself like this? The anger he felt aimed towards himself for missing such a crucial thing had completely blocked out the meaning of your words for a moment until they finally registered. You loved him. More than that, you'd avoided his advances and tried to push him aside not because you didn't reciprocate, but because you didn't think you were good enough.

In a flash, he's by your side, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you into his chest. Your hands weakly cling to his waistcoat, tears wetting the fabric of his shirt. "Sweetheart," he whispers, raising one gloved hand to pet your hair.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not noticing how you felt about yourself and adding to that burden," he begins, holding your crying form close. "But you're wrong. About all of it." You cry harder and try to push him away, but he doesn't budge.

"You are special. So very special to me, darling, you don't even know half of it. You have the most beautiful soul of any person I have ever met. I love every single part of you. I love the color of your eyes, the way your entire face lights up when you smile. I love your mind and the way it works. Sure, you mess up sometimes, but every human does! It has never once made me think less of you. If anything, watching you trip over nothing only makes me see you as even more endearing than before." Relaxing his hold on you enough for him to bend down and look you in the eyes, he continues. "I love everything about you, flaws and all. I wouldn't change anything about you." One of his hands wipes away a few tears from your cheek before gently cradling it in his palm.

"There is no one that could be 'better for me' than you. You're perfect in my eyes. I hope that I can make you see that too, someday," he whispers.

More tears flow down your cheeks, and for a moment, Sebastian thinks that he has done something wrong, but then your face cracks into a smile. "Do you really mean that?" you ask meekly. "Or are you just saying it to make me feel better?" Instead of giving you a verbal answer, Sebastian leans in and presses his cold lips against yours. For a moment, you're unresponsive, frozen in shock. Then, your hands grab his shoulders, and you kiss back.

The feeling of your soft, warm lips against his is something Sebastian has dreamed of for so long. He can barely believe that it's happening. Your warmth, the softness of your body pressed against him is everything he ever wanted.

Possessive thoughts flash through his mind, solidifying what he already knew. This was where you belonged. By his side, in his arms. With him, forever. He would make sure that your thoughts never hurt you ever again. No matter how many times he had to reassure you, hold you, and help push those negative feelings aside, he would.

You were finally his. You finally reciprocated his feelings, and Sebastian would be damned if he let anything -- your own thoughts included -- hurt you.

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Merry Christmas!  I’ve been busy with some final exams and writing on the upcoming chapters of a long commission, but I figured I’d take some time for a short drabble or something as a little Christmas gift for you guys until I can properly get back into dealing with the requests. 

So here we have some headcanons/drabbles of yandere Genshin Impact characters and how they would celebrate Christmas. There are so many characters so this is something I literally spun a character wheel for (rerolling the children) because I couldn’t decide on what characters to pick.

CW: Yandere (obviously), mentions of kidnapping, stalking, bondage, forced shows of affection (non-con affection), non-con kissing, slightly suggestive content, one (1) kiss is consentual, kazuha has straight up murdered some guy, decapitation, reference to the movie ‘seven’, Hu Tao’s is just wholesome for some reason, contemplation of murder, power imbalance and blackmail.

This is a yandere work. Proceed at your own risk and please be mindful of your triggers.

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An Obsessive Christmas

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Kaeya has not had a happy Christmas ever since that faithful day when his brotherly ties with Diluc were severed. 

He spends most Christmases never really feeling festive or partying. His colleagues have all come to the conclusion that he just wants to be alone during the holidays, and leave him be in his office (leaving a small gift, but nothing extravagant as he doesn’t want gifts).

If anyone would spend their Christmas Eve walking past the Knights of Favonius’ headquarters, and just happen to look up, they would see Kaeya sitting in the window, bottle of wine in hand, looking longingly in the direction of the winery.

So it comes as a huge surprise to all his coworkers when Kaeya is suddenly super excited about Christmas one year.

He’s happily strolling around wearing a Santa Hat, buying mistletoe from Flora, and getting Marjorie’s assistance in finding a gift.

Jean extends an offer for him to celebrate with them this year, but he declines with a bright smile, saying that he already has plans. 

He doesn’t elaborate, and Jean and Lisa whisper about if it’s a partner or if he and Diluc have made up.

Once work is finished, and Kaeya slips into his apartment, dusting off the snow, he’s practically giddy with excitement.

You’re just where he left you this morning, asleep in the huge armchair in front of the fireplace, which was still burning.

Adorning your body was bright red ribbon, tying you both to the armchair, rendering you unable to move your limbs, and, of course, wrapping you like a present for the Cavalry Captain.

“I’m home, sweetheart,” he coos, placing a kiss to the crown of your head, gently waking you up. The fluffy white ball on the hat tickles your cheek, making you let out a disgruntled murmur before blinking your eyes open. 

Kaeya does his best to ignore the way he sees your eyes drop when they land on him, realizing that you’re still here. 

Kaeya proceeds to move your body, making sure not to unwrap his gift just yet, sliding onto the armchair beneath you and setting you in his lap. 

“Merry Christmas. It’s been a while since I’ve been so happy during this time of year, and it’s all because of you,” he said, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. 

“How about we eat some nice dinner together before we unwrap our gifts, hm?” 

His hand travels over your body, resting high up on your thigh.

“Or do you not want to wait?” he whispers, lips touching your neck softly.

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Usually, Childe celebates the holidays back at home with his family, but this year, he is stuck in Liyue by orders of the Tsaritsa.

This, of course, hasn’t stopped him from sending a ship headed back home loaded with far too many gifts for his younger siblings.

And, well, his orders techinically didn’t include a clause forbidding him from coming home during Christmas, but it was a great excuse to use in the apologetic letter sent back home to his family. 

While you had been a lot more well-behaved lately, he did not trust you to meet his family yet. While you might not do anything, it would be highly risky, and that is not in the festive spirit!

Childe hurries to wake you up on Christmas morning with some freshly cooked traditional Snezhnayan Christmas breakfast, looking at you with such puppy eyes that you can’t help but at least try it.

You know your captor is more on edge than usual since he can’t see his family, and you don’t want to risk making a move that will cause him to snap.

He’s just as giddy as a little kid, putting present upon present on top of your blanket in the bed, grinning ear to ear as you open them one by one.

There are so many gifts that you feel dwarfed in the huge bed towards the end of the unwrapping, piles of expensive items everywhere.

You thank him, trying to sound as genuinely grateful as you can, and you apologize for not really having any gifts for him since you haven’t really been allowed outside.

But he doesn’t mind, saying that getting to spend Christmas with you is a gift enough in itself.

Hopefully soon, you’ll be able to meet his family as well! 

You spend most of Christmas cuddled up in his arms -- he barely wants to let go of you for even a moment, telling you stories, snuggling and talking about how happy he is that he’s got you. 

On a whim, you pause, and turn to face him.

He looks at you, soft smile on his face and one eyebrow crooked in question. 

“I have a gift for you,” you manage, watching his eyes crinkle in joy.

Before he can open his mouth to joke, you lean forwards and press your lips against his. 

The kiss lasts for just a second before you pull back and look away, but her immediately holds you tighter, whispering about how long he’s waited for you to do that and you can’t help but wonder if you just made a fatal mistake.

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Kazuha hasn’t had time for Christmas since he began to roam the wilds, running away.

But there is something comforting to him, watching you celebrate with your friends, hidden out of your sights. 

The wind flows around him, bringing your laughter, and the smell of treats.

He watches you closely, a soft smile on his lips as you open the gifts from your friends. 

How he wishes he could be in there next to you...

But he can’t yet. 

For now, he’s just a rustle of leaves following you.

Albeit not for long.

As you pull out a perfectly wrapped square box, your friends look confused. 

Their reaction makes sense. After all, he was the one who put it there.

You read the note slipped underneath the ribbon atop the box, and Kazuha watches your minute reactions with glee.

You look so adorable when you look confused and slightly scared.

But it’s okay. He wouldn’t hurt you!

You just don’t know him yet. Once you do, you’ll look back on this moment with joy, he’s certain of it. 

Slowly, you unwrap the gift and open the box -- only to let out a scream and crawl backwards on your hands and knees.

Kazuha pouts mockingly. 

Weren’t you happy to see the head of your missing friend? You were so sad that he couldn’t make it to celebrate with you this year.

“No matter,” Kazuha thinks to him, eyes glued to your crying and shaking form, seeing one of your friends holding you.

You’ll soon have someone far better in your life than that so-called “friend”.

He promises.

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The director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor was never really one for Christmas.

Despite her very joyful outlook on everything, she actually found the whole thing pretty dull.

People tended to avoid her no matter the time of year, which she tried not to beat herself up about, but sometimes it was difficult. 

Seeing everyone with their families, so happy with each other made her miss her grandfather even more.

Imagine her surprise, when on Christmas, just as she’d started to walk through the city, you’d stumbled up to her.

With a wide smile, you’d extended a small, wrapped gift, wishing her a merry Christmas.

Dumbfounded, she’d asked if the gift was really meant for her, feeling tears forming in the corners of her eyes at your affirmation. 

Looking down at your small basket, you bid her farewell, running off to locate your next reciever of the gifts you had.

Hu Tao opened the gift, admiring the hand-carved plum-tree flower, matching the ones on her hat, hanging on a necklace. 

Looking up, she saw you in the distance, handing a gift to someone else.

Your kindness was really something else, she thought, trying to ignore the painful sting of jealousy in her chest.

Maybe it would be better if the only person you showed your kindness to was her.

You should have known what you were getting into, associating yourself with the eccentric woman.

Hu Tao turns around on her heel, immediately walking back to the funeral parlor.

It seems like she will have some more discounts to hand out very, very soon.

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As the leader of the Qixing, there are few things she wants that she doesn’t already have.

And Ningguang only sees that which she has yet to obtain as a challenge, rather than an obstacle. 

Your affections was one of those few things.

She already had you in her possession, stuck inside the Jade Chamber with no way to leave it yourself, but having you stay willingly and happily was another matter.

Christmas would be the perfect time to try to change that, Ningguang decided.

But to her dismay, the luxorious food and extravagent gifts she gave you for Christmas did nothing to change your mind.

You’d said, in a quiet voice, that all you really wanted was to go home.

And that, Ningguang could never allow.

With a sigh, she braids her clawed fingers together, switching tactics.

You hear of how simple it would be to make your parents’ business collapse. 

How easily she could have your friends evicted and thrown out.

And you are quickly reminded of the ruthlessness and coldness that rests in those beautiful eyes of hers.

You’re not sure when tears started falling down your face, not until Ningguang reaches out, gently wiping them away.

But it’s okay, she assures you. She can keep all of that from happening if you do but one thing for her.

Realizing that there is no way out of this finely crafted golden cage she’s prepared for you, you couldn’t help but sob, falling forwards into her embrace.

She’d comfort you, talk about how happy she’d make you if you let her...

And you were happy that you couldn’t see the satisfied smile on her face as she held you.

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