Ever since you moved into that house. That damned house.
He was a tall, black, lanky shadow, white eyes, and a pearly smile. The impression of a person.
You were just a kid playing so happily in your room. Rolling a ball round, until one day… it rolled back. You never noticed the shadow until that meeting. He didn’t talk, just gave you that familiar toothy grin.
It was you and him. You would play together and make drawings. He was always by your side. Unlike other kids, you weren't scared of the monster under your bed or in your closet, no. Because, unlike the other kids, yours loved you.
It wasn't easy though as you grew up. As you made a mind of your own. As you began to shy away from his cold, comforting grin. As you became defiant.
Well, as defiant as you could be.
When you tried to talk about him, the shadow would pop his head out, putting a finger to where his lips would be. And you were all too keen to oblige. He was such a nice friend to you after all. He always gave you such lovely gifts. Shiny rocks, pretty leaves, dead birds, squirrels, rats. Whatever he knew, you would love! But you did keep getting in trouble with your parents. Counselor after counselor couldn't figure out what was wrong with you. Why you were so paranoid, why seeing any dead animal would cause you to break down, why you couldn't sleep, why you hated being in the house, why you couldn't make any friends. It was adorable.
He knew just how to keep you in line. If you went out too many times, there would be a scratch. If you didn’t spend enough time with him, there would be a scratch. If you made him upset, he would make sure you felt it.
But unfortunately you had met someone, and they were so… s w e e t. Horribly so, I mean, how couldn't they be? They were taking you away from him. It didn’t matter how many “gifts” he kept giving you. Or how many scratches you found. You just wouldent fucking stay away from them. You were being a disobedient brat. Sure, maybe they could understand you, and "comfort you”. but they don’t know you. They even convinced you that you should move out. Leave him all alone. They don’t love you like he does. They can't. They were just using you.
But he was never sacred, no no no. He had left more than enough marks on you for anyone to know something had laid claim long before they came around. He just needed to remind you that belonged to him.
You left such pretty scratch marks on the floorboards as he dragged you up to the attic. Such a wondrous scream. And it’s not like anyone was going to help you. He made sure no one was home. And he just couldn’t get enough of how much you struggled against him. You pressed against the floor trying so hard to kick him off, but your feet would just go. Right. Through. And fuck, it was downright heavenly how you froze when he spoke. He could just have you right here. Right now. And you couldn't do anything to stop his fun.
“Oh, sweetheart~ that's so… cute” he griped your waist harder, his hand slipping ever so slightly under your shirt. Scratching down your back.
Summary: In which you are the loyal servant of the Kamisato Clan, having been sold to the clan at a young age and after one fateful meeting with one Kamisato Ayato, became his most trusted and cunning servant.
But despite your years of navigating the world of nobility and the dangers of politics, you could never have foreseen that the biggest danger to you was in fact, the same lord that you served.
When your family had fallen into ruin, they had little choice but to sell you to the Kamisato Clan to act as a servant.
“It’s alright, my child-“ your father had tried to assure you the night before you would be delivered to the clan “-the Kamisato clan is no longer as powerful as they were in the past. Give them enough time, and they will collapse in on themselves; and then I will buy you back and bring you home to your mother and siblings.”
“You liar”
You gritted your teeth, having to bite back your tongue before your mouth would spill your thoughts.
Despite being a mere 12 year old, you knew, deep in your heart- that your father was lying. How could you believe him now?
You tried to believe in him even after he had slept with other ladies behind your mother’s back. You tried to believe in him even after he had made questionable business decisions that would leave your family struggling financially. And you had tried to believe in him, even after he had gambled away the little remaining of your family’s fortune; a desperate man trying to restore what he had foolishly lost- albeit with foolish tactics.
And now here you are, a child who was sold to another clan only slightly better off in order to earn money to keep food on your family’s table.
There was no need to believe in him anymore at this point; and you were done with your father’s foolishness.
There was no need to believe in him anymore.
But you also knew, you could not just say that in front of him, not unless you wanted to be beaten or have your ears hurt by his loud screams of anger.
“Of course, father. I’ll return home to you and our family soon enough.”
You smiled emptily, letting your father be satisfied with your first lie.
It had been months after you started work at the Kamisato Estate that you truly began to comprehend the dire states the clan was in. Being a mere apprentice servant, helping and learning from the main older servants, you slowly began to understand what the stakes were through the bits of conversations you managed to catch from the whispers and gossip amongst the various servants.
“It was a tragedy, for the previous lord and her lady to have passed away in that accident— and to leave their two children behind— how cruel the gods must be-“
“Isn’t that worrying for us servants though? What will happen once the family fortune run out? Will we be tossed to the streets to fend for ourselves?”
“Haven’t you heard? The current head of the Kamisato clan is a mere child; the elder son is named Ayato.”
“Becoming head of the family at only the age of 12…my younger brother is his age, I don’t believe the Kamisato clan will end well at this rate.”
“The poor children, having to become orphans and take on such a heavy burden.”
“Surely they can’t handle it.”
“Surely, the clan is doomed.”
You grit your teeth and clench your fists in frustration- yet you felt so helpless and confused.
“…Why am I feeling angry on behalf of some kid I haven’t met before…?” You couldn’t help but ponder to yourself.
It would be weeks later that you met one Kamisato Ayato.
The main house was in need of extra helping hands, and so you had been called in to help the servants in whatever tasks they assigned you.
Not long after your arrival, Yui- your supervisor and closest mentor, gave you your task. To bring the laundry to the river and have them washed before sundown. Your task in hand, alongside a huge basket of unwashed clothes, you trudged to the riverbank with determination.
And that would be how you had your fateful encounter with a young boy with hair the shade of the clear waters on a cold spring day.
But that was not the first thing you noticed when you first laid your eyes on him when you saw the child your age sitting solemnly by the banks of the river, and neither was it the clothes on his back which though made of the finest silks of Inazuma, was worn on him sloppily as though the servant assigned to dressing the child had given up.
It was the somber look of quiet anger and mistrust, yet frustrations of not being able to say them aloud, that you saw in his eyes.
Those were the eyes that caught your attention immediately. Though he concealed his feelings well, you could very well see past those eyes immediately.
After all, those had been the eyes you’ve seen every morning in the mirror ever since the day your father revealed to you that you had been sold away.
The young boy by the riverbank notices you, and perhaps it was because of your similar eyes that no words needed to be said between the two of you.
The two of you, though from vastly different families, were going through something similar.
To not trust the adults around you, but still pretend to be obedient.
His eyebrows raised in question, but he did not question you too much, and instead introduced himself with a quiet voice.
“,,,I am Kamisato Ayato, head of the Kamisato clan.”
Your heart tinged with an ache— for those were the words a young child close to your age should not be saying.
“Your uniform…I presume you’re a servant from the household?”
“…I am an apprentice, but a servant of the Kamisato clan.”
Ayato nodded, and it wasn’t long before silence fell between the two of you again.
That afternoon as you washed the clothes, you spoke with Ayato like you had never spoken with anyone else before.
You told him of your father’s wrongdoings and lies, how he had promised to bring you back only after the fall of the Kamisato clan.
And Ayato, in turn, revealed his stories and secrets. He told you about the way the older servants were treating himself and his sister- how they were sloppy on their job because they were mere children- and how other nobles were speaking of the siblings behind their back- their cruel words stinging more than they should, and how Ayato had no choice but to endure; no choice but to resign himself to the fact that he was too helpless to do anything.
“At least your father seems to be right about one thing—“ He told you, with sadness in those eyes “He will definitely get you back after the clan falls, probably due to my own failings as the head.”
Your heart stringed at those words.
But you weren’t angry for the reminder of your father’s words.
You were angry at how Ayato was going to accept all of this without at least a fight.
“…I don’t want to go back.”
“…What?” The young lord had looked at you, now confusion staining his eyes.
“You heard me.” You crossed your arms with a huff, a sudden determination growing inside of you. “I don’t want to go back to my family, and I’d rather stay with you forever, be it fallen house or not.”
“But—“
“Ayato- listen to me and listen to me well.” You put your wet hands on your lord’s shoulders, determination now swelling and bubbling up “I don’t want to go back to my father and his useless antics, and the only way that is going to happen- is if the Kamisato clan does not fall.”
“And that—“ You put a finger on his chest as your eyes swirl with determination “— is where you come in.”
“M-Me?”
“Yes, you. I know those eyes, and I know that you are so much more capable than whatever words those cruddy adults say behind your back. You are smart, you are capable, and you—“ Your fingers poke again, and Ayato squeaks in surprise “—are going to succeed in bringing the Kamisato clan back from ruin.”
“But— I’m not capable— I’m not as good as my father—“
“You’re not as good as your father, but that’s only because you haven’t had as much time as him to learn!” You bark, and the Kamisato heir flinches at your loud words. “But imagine what would happen if you studied and worked really, really hard! You can become the super cool head of the Kamisato clan, you can prove those cruddy adults wrong, you can protect your sister—“
You grin as Ayato’s eyes flicker with that same spark of determination.
“— and most of all, you can stop my father from getting me back once the Kamisatos become too powerful for him to defy. Wouldn’t that be a fine story to tell?”
Ayato’s wide innocent eyes are now a determined look. And you know the two of you are on the same page.
He laughs and you swear, you see a look of cunning in those eyes as well.
“Well, if I’m going to become a capable leader, I will need allies who can help me- perhaps a servant who can report to me the happenings in this household and on the outside? But where could I possibly find one…?”
You grin at his cheeky words and put your hand on his shoulder.
“Say no more, I’ll work my butt off and become the best servant in this household, I’ll be your eyes and ears of Inazuma and the Kamisato clan, I swear on my family’s name.”
He nods and the two of you now shake your hands, swearing on these promises and vows.
Warnings | noncon, insulting, kidnaping, heavy NSFW, bondage, drugging, possessiveness,
Note: it’s a bit of a softer yan experience if that's what you're into. I was getting a little fed up with every yandere being this big buff, absolutely chiseled, bruit (if you like that, that’s totally ok. The whole point of yan fics is to self indulge). I wanted something a bit more lovely and service oriented you know?
He was so cute.
Unbelievably cute.
I mean, like; he had to be? Everyone said he was. He had a round face, kissed by freckles, a soft, kind demeanor, and a chubby, cute body. He could always be seen with white collared shirts with brown vets, or big puffy sweaters, topped off with round glasses to match.
Everyone loved him. Treated him like he was just this piece of cake. Harmless and lovable, delicate, sugary sweet. And he just kept popping into your life. Same parties, same classes, same friends, even somehow professors would always pair you up.
It felt so… curated.
And It’s not like you didn’t like him, you thought he was fine. But you saw the way he looked at you. The way he talked to you. Like a predator dancing around its prey. A big bad wolf so desperately trying to disappear in its sheep skin.
“Can I have your number? I would like to talk to you about the next project”
“I got some decorations for my dorm. Would you like to see them?”
“Hey! I was wondering if you could help me find my keys?”
“Could I use your sweater? I'm pretty cold”
“Would you like to study together?”
“Let’s walk to class together!”
He sat too close to you, talked to you too much, or asked for too many favors. You changed your schedule twice, but he wouldn’t budge, neither would you. So he had to take matters into his own hands. You were easy too, just one slip up at a party and he had you all to himself.
You were gagged and bound to a bed frame. Legs free and kicking, trying desperately to keep him away.
His grip started dinging into your sides, pushing himself further between your thighs. Expertly using his weight to put enough pressure on your body to keep you right where he wanted you.
He was practically growling his words out. Farel above you.
“I said stop fucking moving!”
“All that work, all that time being so god damn docile”
He pressed himself further.
“You’re a tease, you know that? a slut”
he sighed
“and iv always hated you’re clothes”
The tears pooled from your eyes as you felt everything on you being so callously ripped off of you. A cold hand trailed up to meet the peak of your breast, kneading so so harshly. You became stiff as a board. Small pathetic sobs were audible through the gag, as you prepared for the impending sharp stretching pain of someone too eager and too quick.
“Come on, don't be like that. You'll enjoy this, Here ill show you”
His hand left your chest exploring down your body. Slowly, oh so slowly placing themselves inside your wet needy cunt, going in and out. His mouth followed suit, trailing down biting and kissing till he settled between your thighs. Gripping your legs, his mouth enveloping your clit so wonderfully. Burying himself deeper and deeper.
He sporadically would suck on the bud gently giving a sharp pleasurable feeling.
And you just couldn't resist the sensation.
Using what little freedom you had with your hands you griped the bed frame you were tethered to. Just a slutty mess, drooling, lewd sounds escaping you, bucking lightly against his tongue. You were sure if it wasn't for the cloth between your teeth, the neighbors would have heard you. And he wouldn’t stop. His fingers kept moving faster, abusing your pussy. Tongue expertly worshiping that wonderful bundle of nerves, tangling you further in your ecstasy. Until that moment where you unraveled in his hands. A needy dirty whore who couldn’t help cuming for him. Crying wonderful, amazing tears. But at the very least, your breath slowed and your body relaxed. Like it was sinking into the bed.
Unfortunately the rigid grip back onto your waist shoved you into reality.
“Oh, darling, did you think I was done? No. I've waited this long. And there is no way I'm letting a whore like you go to waste.”
❛❛ We weren’t supposed to fall in love like this. ❜❜ with Yandereiplier 🖤
Is A Saviour Sometimes Worse?
Prompt: ❛❛ We weren’t supposed to fall in love like this. ❜❜ - Yandereiplier
Your sobs were muffled through the cloth in your mouth, any tears rolling down your eye stinging the welt that was now forming just above your cheekbone, all you could do was scream your frustrations, your ankles tied to the bolted down chair you could t even kick out, and he didn’t get close enough for you to headbutt anymore, not after the first time.
“Hush now my love, Ssh ssh ssshhhh. It’s okay darling, I’m here to bring you something to help the pain, don’t you worry.” Your eyes held nothing but fury towards the Yandere, this man you’d never met before, who, for a brief moment, became your saviour.
Yan faulted in his movements, startled by the rage you held towards him; but he swallowed his grief, his whole body shaking in a way that terrified you. Especially with, when you saw in brief woozy consciousness as he lifted you over his shoulder, how toned he was, even his calf’s underneath his skirt, you could see how muscly they were, he could snap your neck in a heartbeat, not that he would, because, he claimed... that he loved you.
The thought sent shivers through your entire self.
Yan brought the cotton bud with rubbing alcohol up to your face, slowly as he watched you wince back as far as you could. He sighed, grabbing your cheek in one hand firmly, but not enough to hurt you, never to hurt you. “Darling you need to stay still, I don’t want to get this in your eye my love.” His veins bulged out of his hand similar to how your eyes did out of your sockets as he lifted the medicine, gently dabbing your wound, squeaking apologies as you clinched. “Senpai I’m sorry! I’m not trying to hurt you, but we need to get the swelling down so you can go back to your beautiful self again-“ His eyes then doubled in size, causing your best haunt to become even sharper than before. “Not that I don’t think you’re beautiful now! Not at all! You’ll always be more beautiful than anyone in this entire universe-“ He dropped the cotton bud, both hands cupping your cheeks now, his fingers daintily brushing your hair behind your ears, he laughed out. “with me and our future children competing for close second, of course...” You didn’t laugh back, and he didn’t seem to like that. “Oh look now I’m rambling, aren’t I pumpkin?”
You watched in fear as his eyes lit up, learning that nothing he did was a good thing, every little movement made your stomach churn.
“Speaking of!-“ he quickly skipped out of the room, giving you chance to crane your neck, the door hadn’t quiet closed yet! This could be a chance for your escape!
You looked out of the room, making everything you could see and damned well determined not to forget what was out there and what could help you escape! A photo book. Some scissors! A- oh no... oh GOD!
You screamed out, feeling bile rise up in your throat as you stared at the ‘face’ of what he wheeled in. You were going to be sick. You were going to have a heart attack!
“I know it’s a little after Halloween but we missed that celebration together senpai.” Yandere explained, positioning them upright in the wheelchair, as they kept falling over! “-all because I was sacred,” you threw your head back and cried out. “I’m sorry for that, I promise I’ll be a better man when I’m with you.”
You looked back, hoping you were honestly and truthfully insane, only to be disappointed when the body robber who had given you that black eye, remained still and rotting in that wheelchair, the only way you could tell being the same clothes he wore, and of course the fact, he still had no head. But that’s where the pumpkin cake in. A grotesque face carved onto it, sitting on his bleeding neck, bone that was protruding out of it covered in muscle fibre and pumpkin juice, with whiteboard marker in the shape of a speech bubble coloured onto the orange vegetable reading “I’M sORryyY y/NnnN”
You couldn’t think of headbutts right now. You just sat there, as Yan caressed your cheeks, your head rolling limp to your side, although still attached, only subconscious muscles flinching as he kissed all over your face, every single mark, even ones he made up in his mind, being lounged over by his lips.
Yan leaned back, his breath shaky with the rush of being able to touch your always pleasantly scented skin like that, his small nose resting against yours as he smiled dreamily. “We weren’t supposed to fall in love like this, you know?” He wanted it to be romantic, a slow build up, but what was more romantic than being your hero?! Besides, there was no matter now, he was yours since the moment he set eyes on you, and finally, now, you would be his.
