Bro Was NOT Having A Good Time.

Bro was NOT having a good time.

[Genya + Aizetsu]

yandere! m! model ➢ headcanons

warning: violence, stalking, toxic relationships, slight infantilization. sfw, 16+ may interact. reader is gender neutral, referred to as "you", no use of y/n.

romeo wasn't always a beloved model. in fact, he was bullied quite heavily before he got older and grew into his features. as a teenager, he was lanky and awkward, too poor to afford decent clothes, didn't have many friends.

he grew up with a traditional, pretty conservative italian-american family. after his parents' divorce, his dad was never really in the picture. his mom didn't offer much parental support either, though. she wanted him to be the man of the house, take care of his little brother. and when he tried to come to her about the bullying he faced, she berated him for being so weak.

once, during his sophomore year of high school, two jocks held him down while the girl he had a crush on burned the skin on his stomach. it's faded now, easily covered with makeup, but he can't help but poke at it often, especially when he's stressed. he's never really let it go.

after that day, he decided he'd never let anybody hurt him like that again. he started going to the gym, practicing boxing. got a job out of town to keep himself away from his bullies. between his new physique, his new job supplying money for better clothes, and plain old puberty, he had such a major glow up he was hardly recognizable.

suddenly, all the features he was tormented about made him "unique" or a "rare beauty". it made him quite spiteful, the hypocrisy of it all. he became even more withdrawn than before── no longer out of fear, but out of hatred.

so imagine romeo's surprise when he falls head over heels for you. you were just so precious, so sweet, so perfect. though he rarely shows emotion on his face, the very moment you so much as cross his mind, he melts into a puddle. he can't help but look at you with so much love, like you're his whole world.

but every ounce of softness in his dark gaze evaporates when your attention is turned to anyone else. no one else is worthy of so much as a glance from you. you're too delicate to be handled by just anyone. they'll hurt you, break you, ruin you. he'll do anything to keep others at arm's length from you.

of course, his anger about your interactions with others never falls on you. no, you can do no wrong in his eyes. he'd rather deal with whoever dared to hit on you, be your friend── hell, even talk to you for longer than 5 minutes. and they will be dealt with fast, and harshly.

at least all those years of bullying sure helped him learn to get rid of blood stains

he calls you stellina, meaning little star. you're beautiful, kind, and everything about you seems to glow. he can't imagine a more perfect person. no one else even comes close.

it's funny, models are used to having their picture taken, but once you two are together, he's getting cute little candids on a daily basis.

of course, he's been collecting your photos for much longer than that. but don't you worry about that, mkay?

he wants every room in his house to be filled with evidence of his love for you. he sees nothing wrong with the obsessive nature of his affection. it's the rest of the world who's wrong for trying to tear you two apart! worshipping you any and every way he can is the only correct reaction to his sweet stellina.

as his fame climbs and climbs, he starts doing more interviews and talk show appearances. and somehow, every single time, the audience comes out hearing more about you than himself.

he just can't help it! you consume his every waking thought. you haunt all his dreams. you've taken over every cell within his brain── and he wouldn't have it any other way.

his main love languages are quality time and acts of service. he loves cooking for you, cleaning up for you, getting all your favorite things, bathing you if you'll let him. and as for quality time, it's no secret that he'd rather die than leave your side. if he had it his way, he'd spend the rest of your lives sitting beside you, holding your hand... far away from everyone else.

at the end of the day, he may be the model, but you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

Posting this dusty boring draft.

Yan! Lawyer Husband: *Holds you by the shoulders* I heard that you have been troubled by someone lately, dear. Care to tell me who?

Spouse Reader: Just... a noisy socialite... she had been getting on my nerves recently, always cornering me...

Yan! Lawyer Husband: ... I heard that she's been fueling the public opinion concerning your involvement in her lover's murder case no?

Spouse Reader: It truly was unfortunate, I was only there as an eye witness but she wouldn't stop herding the public opinion... Hey... I won't be trialed for this right?

Yan! Lawyer Husband: ... (It's hard to say no to that question.) *smiles* even if you are to be trialed for this case, I will be there as your lawyer, do you doubt your husband's capability?

Spouse Reader: Of course not! I know well that you are the best lawyer to ever exist! You've never lost a case no?

Yan! Lawyer Husband: Exactly *pats your head* Now how about you get some rest while I take a look in the files of this case? I think I've gotten a gist of what to do here ^^

Contrary to how he usually deals with things that are related to his spouse, he did not kill the socialite but instead, decided to herd the public opinion just like what the socialite did.

Yulian figured that killing the socialite would do no good and only harm Darling's reputation even more. Alas, he decided to commit strings of fraud that were targeted at the socialite.

While slowly tainting her reputation, Yulian started to fabricate a few pieces of evidence while erasing Darling's record during the day of the crime to minimize the chances of being convicted guilty of this trial.

"Why should the public not suspect you of killing your lover because he knew what you had done?" The woman's face turned red as she clenched her jaw tightly, "What are you trying to say, Adam?"

It didn't take much to flick the domino block down. After all, the months spent on this one case were finally reaching their climax during the third trial. The trial in which the table had turned in favor, was a trial which was won by Yulian.

Upon further investigation, it was revealed that the socialite had been involved in distributing drugs which involved the deceased. The motive of the murder was that the socialite did not want to share the profit with her lover, alas killing him to hold the whole business in her grasp.

"... cliche." You mumbled to yourself as you waited for your husband to finish all the files that had to be submitted. "As expected of a lawyer, serving yet another injustice."

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“When Hantengu splits into his emotion clones for the umpteenth time, they are horrified to discover that Urogi has become tiny, blob-like, and… lazy?! Join Sekido, Karaku, Aizetsu and Hantengu on their chaotic adventures as they try their best to take care of the unmotivated Guderogi, all while attempting to figure out why he became like this and how to turn him back into his energetic self!”

Warning: this series is incredibly OOC. If seeing a no-energy Urogi, happy Aizetsu and Tsundere Sekido creeps you out, this series is not for you _(:3 」∠)_

If you guys thought I was joking about The Guderogi Escapades, no, no I wasn’t. Updates will be slow, but I do already have an entire plot for this 4-koma series. So I hope you guys look forward to it! ٩( ᐛ )و

For those of you who are unaware, here’s a link of Takeuchi Shunsuke (Urogi’s JP VA) voicing Gudetama, which was my main source of inspiration. Parts of this comic’s conversation are also from the Netflix series.

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yandere!elite x GN!reader

contents: yandere, fluff, rough making out

summary: in the dead of night, a rich boy and his darling sneak out to their boarding school's indoor garden

“I love coming here at night,” he said, looking up at the starry sky. Even in the dim light of the glowing flowers around us, he looked incredibly beautiful. There was a bittersweetness to his beauty, like at any moment he could disappear and I’d only be able to glimpse him in my dreams and memories. He had deep brown eyes, warm brown skin, and long, spiraling locs. His form was lean and athletic from years of training. “I’m sorry I dragged you here… I just really wanted you to see this.”

“I’m not too mad,” I joked nervously. “I just don’t want to get caught up, you know.”

I didn’t want to be afraid when with him, but in the darkness of the night, I heard my heart racing. We sat in the Garden together. If it were any other time, I would have been ecstatic to be here. This was where the great Princes had gathered, ate and celebrated each other. This was a place of legend and lore… and all that didn’t mean much to my companion. He just thought it looked pretty here.

He had come to my dorm in stealth, and concealed me along with him. He had a strong predisposition for protection spells, particularly veiling. His being the descendant of the academy’s founders also got him special access into lots of different places here, at basically any time. His family handed him anything he wanted because of his talent, beauty and aptitude. They were fools for him, so there we sat, probably scot-free. Well, I wasn’t so sure about myself, which was one of the reasons I was afraid of being with him.

It was also because he was fucking insane.

He pulled me into a hug. He smelled like the sweet milk roses around us; sugary and potent. He kissed my neck and trailed his hand down my belly, all the way down to my lap. He then pressed his full, soft lips against mine. Deepening the kiss, he pulled me in tighter. I closed my eyes, knowing his was open. He liked to see every tiny flinch and expression I made, and it was his incentive to go faster, be rougher, and taste every inch of me.

“Mm… w-we shouldn't do this here,” I said, breathlessly pulling away.

He didn't miss a beat. He licked his wet lips and said, “We’ll go to a room, then.”

“S-Sure… um, mine isn’t the prettiest, but—”

He shook his head, his expression incredulous. His eyes were suddenly cloudy and distant. He stuttered, “I don’t want to impede upon something so holy…and private… That’s your… personal space. No, there are rooms here. I’ll show you.”

He stood up and pulled me up along with him. He took my hand and guided me to the maze-like Garden, until we came upon a waterfall. A line of stones led directly to it. He gestured me to go first, saying that he’d catch me if I fell. I carefully took each step, and he followed behind. I stopped at the last visible stone.

“Do I… just go in?”

“Yes, my love,” he said with a chuckle. 

Rolling my eyes, I stepped through. Instead of getting drenched, I was met with a warm atmosphere. I now stood in a room that was cozy, with a blazing fireplace, a couple filled-up bookcases, a king-sized bed, and a faux fur rug. It was only a tad bigger than my own dorm room. It was surprisingly homely. I had been to his dorm room before, and it was much more grand, dramatic and large.

“I stay here most often. I wanted to take you here before, but I didn't want to do it that day. I was planning to take you here after we fucked in the Garden, but this is a good a place as any.”

I blinked, failing to process the true extent of his shamelessness. I said, in a scolding tone, “h/n!”

He grinned and said, “Do you like it? I decorated it myself. I definitely want to live in a whole cottage like this when I retire. With you, of course.”

I laughed. “Isn’t it too early to plan that sort of thing out?”

“I love these kinds of houses,” he replied happily, sitting down.

“No, I mean marrying someone. That’s something you have to plan.”

“Just tell me what you want in a wedding and we’ll do that.”

“That’s not what I— Oh, never mind.”

He furrowed his devastatingly lovely eyebrows. Caressing my face, he whined, “Have I upset you? That seems to be my talent these days. Please forgive me.”

How could someone with so much power at his disposal look so submissive? It looked as if he would yield to my every desire. I shook my head at him. I sat down next to him and told him he didn’t upset me at all. He kissed me when he heard that, slipping his warm, wet tongue into my mouth. He teased the entrance to my throat, and I moaned into him. My mind was getting murky as he fondled my chest, waist, thighs, and the warmth between them— he somehow moved both slowly and quickly, his warm fingers finding their way under my clothes. He laid me down and began to grind his groin into mine, embracing me with his muscular arms. He was heavy and strong, so my will buckled under him. He kissed my ear all the while, and thanked me for letting him get so close to me. 

“I’m so weak,” he whispered. “I-I just can’t st-stop…”

I stroked his head in response, losing myself in the sweet feelings he was drawing out of me. He asked me to marry him a billion times in a row, and I breathlessly moaned his name....

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