#mal.mine

[maladaptiveobsession]

yandere valentino x reader x angel dust

contains: reader w/unspecified genitals, gn reader, nsfw themes, noncon/dubcon, dehumanization, degradation, heavy abuse (brief mentions of physical violence, manipulation, sexual exploitation), dacryphilia, overstimulation

word count: 2,160

It’s not unusual for sinners to throw themselves at Valentino’s feet, but it is the first time the red skies of hell have thrown one directly onto him. The impact sends you both to the ground, collapsing in a startled heap.

He scrambles to throw you off, having every intention to rip you to scraps. Upon lifting your head, he suddenly has grander schemes in mind. His towering figure and lascivious grin send shivers down your spine.

“My, what lovely specimen do we have here? How kind of heaven to send a beauty like yourself directly to me.” His flirtations send blood rushing to your head, making your face grow warmer. You shyly break eye contact, swiveling your head to get a look around. Where is this place?

Valentino must notice your growing confusion and distress, interrupting your thoughts with a low chuckle.

“Welcome to hell, dollface.” Oh, you must be dead. You never thought you were perfect, but you never could’ve imagined you’d go to hell! Where did you go wrong? Suddenly thrust into hell with murderers, rapists, and monsters alike, you wondered if you could die twice.

“Don’t look so down, baby; you’re in luck! There’s no better demon you could’ve crashed into.” He goes on to introduce himself as a powerful overlord with a well-known and successful business.

“I’m feeling awfully generous right now. Why don’t you come work for me? I know just where to put you! You’ll fit right in! I’m sure my patrons will love you too.” He pauses to let you digest the information. “As my employee, you’d be provided housing. I could easily protect you from the creeps and losers on this side of hell. I’ll even forgive you for dirtying my coat! Sounds like a steal, right?”

He takes a long drag from a cigar that you're not sure where came from, then whips out a contract and pen.

“So, how about it, baby?”

Stranded in an unfamiliar place, you easily accept his kindness. As you take hold of the pen, something about his grin makes you uneasy.

If only you read the fine print. So began your life of torment.

What Valentino neglected to mention was that the “successful business” he ran was a porn studio. You spent hours doing photoshoots, films, and shows. Like Valentino suggested, you became his star attraction—the shy and delicate pornstar all of hell’s degenerates thirsted for. Yet they would never get a taste. Valentino didn’t share his personal toys. 

Inexplicably, he couldn’t get enough of you. He wanted to own you the moment he saw your pretty face, drawn to the light in your eyes.

Even with your skin bruised by his fingers and your throat sore from careless treatment, you still desired his rough affection. You didn’t mind that he left you battered each night or his harsh comments when you couldn’t keep up with his demands.

You could even forgive him for cruelly allowing his customers to take advantage of you and fuck you back into submission.

“I said I could protect you; I never said I would. Perhaps you’ll think twice before disobeying in the future.”

You would do anything if it meant receiving his violent devotion.

Being the personal toy of an egomaniacal moth could never be easy, but at least you weren’t alone. You had befriended none other than Valentino’s former favored pornstar, Angel Dust. Despite your differences in character, your shared experiences created a bond neither of you could find anywhere else. Misery always finds company.

Angel felt conflicted upon meeting you. That bastard had finally found a new toy to replace him! His joy only lasted until he heard your voice, so soft and sweet.

Valentino would break you.

Angel dreamed of the day Valentino would grow bored of him and find a new toy to play with. Now that that dream was a reality, he couldn’t push down the guilt. Shouldn’t he feel happy?

There was nothing Angel could do to protect you, but he could give you advice on how to protect yourself.

“Just do what he says. The consequences aren’t worth going against his word.”

He hadn’t planned on getting so close to you; he had tried to scare you off with cruelties, but you never minded. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t shake you. He tried to keep his distance and went out of his way to avoid you. You must have taken the hint and stopped bothering him like he’d wanted.

He didn’t owe you anything, so why did your absence make him feel worse? Why did he feel like something was missing?

Angel found his answers not long after.

He'd followed the muffled sound of choked sobs to your studio, pausing outside the cracked door. Against his better judgment, he peeked inside.

He’s met with the sight of you huddled in your vanity seat, knees raised to your chest, and your face buried in your arms.

“Doll?”

You raise your head at the sound of Angel’s voice, rushing to wipe away tears. You greet him with the best smile you can manage.

How miserable you must look to him, with smudged mascara and puffy eyes.

“I’m sorry for bothering you so often, Angie.” With how hoarse your voice is, he suspects you’ve been crying for a while. “I didn’t mean to overstep. I just felt so alone, you know?”

He does. He knows better than anyone.

It suddenly occurs to him how much of an asshole he’s been. You didn’t deserve the shit he’s been giving you.

He'd put up walls ever since he signed away his freedom; he couldn’t trust anybody. He thought nobody could understand what kind of shit he’s been through, but then you came along. You do understand because you’re going through it.

You’re all each other has.

“Don’t cry for the bastard. He doesn’t deserve your tears.” You look like you’re about to apologize again, but he continues. “Listen, I’m sorry for being such a douchebag lately. You didn’t do nothing wrong. We’ve only got each other in this shithole.”

You smile brightly, unsure what caused the sudden change in attitude, but happy nonetheless. “Right, together, we’re not alone.”

So began your unlikely friendship.

Unfortunately, Valentino wasn’t nearly as enthused. His obsession grew to new heights when you befriended Angel Dust. This manifested itself in the form of longer studio hours and even rougher sex.

Seeing you get along on set made his blood boil. The final straw was the stupid grin you sent Angel’s way. How dare you flirt with that slut! How dare he grin back!

You both clearly needed to be reminded of your status. Since you liked each other so much, he would be happy to give his blessings. Why, he’d personally see to your union.

Later that evening, you found yourself back on set, blindfolded and gagged. The cold nipped at your bare skin. Valentino kept the studios cold to keep your nipples perked. The handcuffs keeping your hands pinned to the bed post provided little comfort.

The sound of the film crew setting up around you sent heat to your sex. You couldn’t swallow the feeling of disgust residing in your throat; how could you enjoy this? Even amongst the buzz of conversations, you could easily pick out the click of Valentino’s healed boots. You wait for the familiar call to begin filming, yet you do not find it.

It’s only when a pair of hands, strangely familiar, find their way to your chest that you realize the set began. The whole situation strikes you as strange, but what could you do anyhow? Nothing would change the outcome. In the end, all you’d receive for your curiosity would be a nasty bruise.

So you brush off your worries and focus on the sensation of soft hands groping at your chest, teasing your nipples. You can’t help but lean into their gentle touches; the familiarity comforting.

The way they glide across your skin—as if searching—you wonder if they’re blindfolded too. Shivers run across your spine as they spread your legs, the cool air kissing your core. The bed shifts as your film partner settles between your thighs, their hands never leaving you.

Fingers prod at your entrance, sinking in easily. Your head spins at the sudden intrusion. As they finger and stretch your hole, you struggle to maintain composure. Each motion was intentional and practiced. You could feel the slick gather below you in a thick puddle. Somehow, they knew how to work you just right.

Droplets of pre-cum smeared against your skin as their cock brushed up against your thigh.

Unable to wait any longer, you tried lifting your hips away from their fingers. You wanted more; you wanted to be filled.

Your desire clouded any creeping shame or embarrassment. You never wanted this; why shouldn’t you enjoy the pleasure being given?

The hand lingering on your hip stills you with surprising strength; another set of hands you didn’t know they had pushes your thighs up to your chest. Desire clouds your thoughts, never once questioning the owner of said hands.

They guide their cock to your entrance, driving it in without warning—the sudden stretch takes your breath away. Though easier to accommodate than Valentino’s, you still find yourself pushed past your limits.

Little time is given to adjust; their pace is rough but controlled. Waves of pleasure burn through you. 

Your moans and pleas are swallowed up by the gag. Tears of pleasure and pain gather in your eyes, darkening the fabric of your blindfold. It hurts so good; the intensity building in your core threatens to snap. A particularly rough thrust sends powerful shockwaves throughout your body.

They shudder against you, their pace stuttering for only a brief moment. They were too busy changing their own bliss. You writhe against your binds as the heat within tightens once more, all too soon. Your pleas for clemency are muffled.

Valentino watches with great interest, languidly stroking his own length as you're brought back to the edge of pleasure. You were so sensitive and expressive.

His favorite slut being forced to use his personal toy wasn’t a sight he thought he’d enjoy. He’d initially been reluctant, only convinced by the masses demanding your collaboration.

Now he couldn’t wait for the reveal—to see the despair of fucking your only friend. Commanding his toys to fuck like dolls was fun; maybe he’d do it again some time.

He watched closely as Angel’s hips stuttered, pace becoming erratic, and fingers pressing deep into your thighs. The heat of his climax sends you over the edge. With your ears ringing and your heart pounding, you feel dizzy. Darkness swallows up your vision.

Valentino makes note of your limpness, suddenly struck by an idea. He strides over to Angel, leaning down to whisper in his ear.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice you flirting with my toy?” He didn’t miss the way Angel tenses. “Well, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Wasting no time, he wrenched the blindfold off.

Angel’s reaction is more than he’d hoped for. Horror and disgust flash in his eyes as he scrambles to pull out of you. He tumbled off the bed in his urgency and crumpled at Val’s feet in despair.

Angel can feel his stomach in his throat, panis rising.

“Aw, did you not like my gift?” Valentino mocks him, relishing in the pitiful display. “Well, too bad. Pick yourself up and get ready to do it again.”

For a moment, Angel is unresponsive. He has to do that all over again? He has to violate you? He can’t do that to you; it would break you.

Buzzing under the thick layer of disgust creeps darker desires: to touch and tease your skin, to sink into your warmth. To do it all over again.

He doesn't notice the way his dick responds, but Valentino certainly does. How unexpected!

“Holy shit, are you hard again? Does the thought of raping your friend turn you on that much? I wonder what your friend will think?” He can taste your fear and anguish already. “Let’s not waste any time, then.”

Angel's fear is palpable and thick. He doesn’t want to lose you. When you open your eyes, the little sanctuary you've built together will never be the same.

You should feel something, but you can only feel empty as your only friend splits you open against both of your wills. Averting his eyes, he rocks into you. Valentino’s voice hardly registers at all. 

“Don’t act so shy, Angelcakes. Go on, fuck them with your eyes like you usually do. If I don’t see some eye contact, there will be consequences for your dearest friend.”

With your eyes connected, you can’t pretend anymore. This is happening. This is real. 

You only have each other, but together you created a nightmare you can’t escape. At least you’re not alone—closer than you’ve ever been.

#gn reader #tw: noncon #tw: dehumanization #tw: degradation #tw: abuse #tw: physical violence #tw: manipulation #tw: overstimulation #tw: dacryphilia #yandere valentino x reader #yandere valentino #valentino x reader #angel dust x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #dddne #dead dove do not eat #image description in alt #described #mdni #mal.mine

[maladaptiveobsession]

yandere alastor headcanons

contains: gn reader, nsfw themes, noncon, manipulation, violence, cannibalism, sadism, overstimulation

yandere alastor:

who is manipulative and deceptive. desperate as you were, gaining your trust was simple enough. belong to him and all of hell’s pleasures will be at your fingertips. not to mention that your safety is guaranteed. supposing you don’t fall for his deceit, he’ll simply force you into his hands through his connections. you’ll find yourself at the mercy of his artifice.

who wants to posses all of you. your soul, your mind, and your body belong to him. you’ll find he’s not the least bit squeamish, claiming your body in ways no others have. the manner in which he desires your form is far from sexual, though he must admit there is a certain appeal in driving you past your limit. each cry for mercy so delectable when you’re at the mercy of his shadows. give him all of you, he’s not afraid to take it.

who invades your space, manhandling you whenever possible. he delights in your irritation, satisfied as you storm off in fits of pique. how entertaining! knowing only he creeps under your skin so grotesquely, how easily he dominates you, quenches unspeakable urges.

who is fascinated with your physical, mental, and emotional limitations. who derives pleasure from your suffering. where even death is not permanent, there are no limitations for this deranged cannibal. fight back if you please, he loves a challenge. why, your cries alone sends him into a frenzy!

who wants to consume you. who wants to taste you slowly until there’s nothing left. fortunately for you, he finds you far more entertaining whole rather than in pieces. he’ll just have to be satisfied with samples.

who is affable and good-humored, easily creating a warm atmosphere. you often find yourself well disposed to his presence, despite his obvious flaws. you wish you could hate him.

who, unbeknownst to even himself, may grow to care for you in his own twisted way. he’ll heavily deny any genuine affection, disregarding any concern for your wellbeing. his protection is adherence to your deal, nothing more. why risk damaging his favorite plaything? he’d be a fool to lose such lovely entertainment? should you find yourself at the mercy of an exorcist, he’ll be forced to come to terms with his attachment.

#gn reader #mndi #tw: noncon #tw: manipulation #tw: violence #tw: cannibalism #tw: sadism #tw: overstimulation #yandere alastor #yandere alastor x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #mal.mine #described #image description in alt

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yandere adam headcanons

contains: brief dubcon mention, manipulation, emotional/mental abuse, degradation

yandere adam

who, under all the false bravado, is insecure. cuckolded twice—and by the same man no less—how could he not be? the overwhelming anxiety of losing you haunts him. try as he might, loud vulgarities make terrible compensation for confidence.

who sabotages any meaningful relationships. what do you mean you’re lonely? this is heaven; you’re surrounded by others! the company you keep never satisfies your desire for connection, seemingly close yet just out of reach. despite your best efforts, you couldn’t seem to form any deep attachments. the mental isolation will wear you down and warp your thoughts. were you even worth keeping around? distraught and rejected, adam will pull you out of the depths of your despair. who needs those stains? they don’t appreciate you like he does; don’t care for you like he does. you can see it now, can’t you? he’s the only one for you.

who openly tears you down with stinging criticism, finding fault in all that you do. his denigrations are no more than projected insecurities. though he casts a confident image, he is doubtful and hesitant. his harassment is subtle; any concerns you bring up brushed off and met with admonishment. don’t be so sensitive! that’s just how he is! you must be misunderstanding him. adam himself hardly recognizes his arraignment, sending crude remarks your way merely out of habit. he’s never meant any of it, often leaving himself wondering why he pressures you so much. it’s not that he takes pleasure in your dejection, but rather that he subconsciously recognizes his own faults. he knows he’s no good for you and that you deserve better. so he tears you down as he does himself, hoping that if you have no confidence in yourself, you’ll settle for him. though he means none of what he says, don’t expect any apologies. he’s convinced himself he’s above apologies, above you.

who takes what he wants, always pushing your boundaries, never asking for permission. it’s only natural; you belong to him. i mean, who asks their toys for consent to play? things would be so much simpler if you just cooperated. who cares if he plays a little rough? you can take it. that being said, adam views you less as an object and more as an extension of him.

who’s never far. what do you mean you’re going out? don’t go anywhere just yet; he’s coming with. no matter the destination or occasion, he’ll be there. what if you never come back? what if you leave him?

who’s entitled. he was the first soul to enter heaven; he’s earned this! you think you’re too good for him or something? you should be happy that he chose you! he has plenty of sluts lined up to ride the original dick; he could easily replace you. empty threats, yet stinging all the same.

who craves your worship. paradoxical as it is, he is annoyingly conceited yet also self-deprecating. having been divorced twice, he often worries he’s inadequate. so he overcompensates confidence to the point of arrogance. his doubt in your faithfulness connects to his past trauma, so compliment his features, praise his accomplishments, and let him know just how much you appreciate and enjoy being around him. he may not say thank you, but you can tell just how much he values your opinions.

who demands your attention. evading him is nearly impossible. he’ll take offense, of course, but ultimately see it as a challenge. clearly you were ignoring him because you wanted his attention! why else would you avoid him? no worries, babe! he’s all yours! isn’t he so generous?

who shows you off, proudly announcing your relation to everyone you meet. all of heaven, perhaps even some of hell, will know of you. whether you’re with adam or not, crowds will whisper, point, and goggle as you wander. you’re his bitch, hot stuff! get used to it! he wants everyone to see just how out of reach you are. you’re his, only his

who derives no pleasure from hurting you. adam will never physically harm you. underneath that crude exterior, he truly does care for you. he can give you everything, anything! just don’t abandon him. to keep you by his side, nothing is above him.

#yandere headcanons #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #yandere adam #adam x reader #adam hazbin hotel #gn reader #tw: emotional abuse #tw: manipulation #tw: dubcon #tw: degradation #image description in alt #described #mdni #mal.mine

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yandere valentino headcanons

contains: nsfw themes, noncon, heavy abuse (manipulation, physical violence, sexual exploitation), dehumanization, orgasm control, mind break, dacryphilia, fellatio, sadomasochism, rough sex

yandere valentino

who’s affections are destructive and suffocating; to this egomaniacal mack, you’re no better than his contracted whores. from his hands that paint your skin deep purples and blues to his lips that steal your breath, nothing about val is gentle. yet, even when he sharply pulls your hair and degrades you, you find yourself entranced by him.

who’s malicious and cruel; you’re an object, his personal toy—a fact he won’t let you forget. you eat, sleep, and fuck on his command. he’ll remind you of your place if you so much as blink without his permission. perhaps he’ll have you roughed up a bit by his patrons. they’re sure to fuck some sense into you.

who rewards good behavior with praise and affection. you know you’ve done well when he guides you to your knees, lascivious grin encouraging you to open wide. your stomach twisting in knots when he calls you his good girl while roughly pulling you closer by the hair. dance around his cock with your tongue like he trained you and he may even feel generous enough to return the favor. be careful though, no good deed goes unpunished. he’ll push you to your breaking point, tease you till you’re begging for release only to force climax after climax out of you.

who’s unpredictable; his temper has you feeling unsteady, as if you’re walking on eggshells and broken glass. one moment you’re his treasured toy and the next he has you on the ground, begging for forgiveness as his boots violently meet your sides. you’ll scramble to keep his affections, never having felt so worthless without them. though you are his treasured toy, he’ll never let you forget that toys are replaceable—something that can be broken or thrown away at his discretion. of course, what makes yandere val unique compared to his normal counterpart is that he would never give you away or damage you beyond what can be repaired. his words are empty threats to keep you in line; you’re far more precious than he lets on.

who is vehemenemously possessive; you’re his, don’t forget it. keep your eyes on him unless you want a reminder of what he does to disobedient brats.

who’s merciless; this man relishes in your torment and gets off on your fear. nothing gets him harder than your pained tears as he fucks you too roughly. he delights in your cracked pleas for him to slow down and your fearful shudder as he traces your skin with his teeth. he especially loves provoking you to act out and then punishing you for it. eventually, the pain will become a familiar constant, it may even grow into a guilty pleasure. broken down and reshaped into the perfect toy, he’ll never grow bored of you; you’re stuck as his beloved stress toy for all of eternity.

#yandere valentino #valentino x reader #yandere valentino x reader #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #tw: noncon #tw: emotional abuse #tw: physical abuse #tw: physical violence #tw: abuse #tw: overstimulation #tw: mind break #tw: sadomasochism #tw: dacryphilia #mal.mine #mdni #image description in alt #described #gn reader

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yandere vox headcanons

contains: emotional manipulation, brief dubcon mention, brief hypnosis mention, overprotective behavior, stalking

yandere vox

who is condescending and manipulative; he knows what’s best for you, just obey him without question. choosing to be stubborn? don’t be so quick to forget that he is also a man who could destroy everything you’ve worked for with a snap of his fingers. you’ll remember who you belong to once he’s taken it all. no need to chase after you; you’ll crawl back to him when all is said and done.

who demands your full attention; even amongst a crowd, you should have eyes and ears solely for him. your thoughts should be encompassed by him. every action you take should be made with him in mind.

who is obsessively controlling; every aspect of your life is monitored by him. what you wear, what you eat, and even what time you go to bed. you’ll find yourself compelled to listen to his “advice” and “suggestions”. he only wants the best for you right? you can trust him! by the time you notice how much control he has over your life, it’s far too late. rebel if you’d like, just note that he’s not above hypnotizing you if you prove to be difficult. you can’t blame him for wanting to protect you.

who monitors your every move, never letting you out of his sight. he has eyes everywhere, yet they only search for you. there isn’t a place in hell where you can hide from him. don’t bother running either, he’ll have you crawling back to him in no time. as the tv demon, it’s only natural that he’d observe you before properly introducing himself. before then, he’ll have studied everything about you. from your music preferences and unique quirks to you online history and darkest secrets you thought you’d take to the grave; your entire world is on display for him.

who clings to you; hovering over your shoulder, a hand lingering on the small of your back, sitting so close that his thighs press against yours—all subtle displays of his possessive. as time moves forward and you find yourself with less and less freedoms, you’ll likely brush off his increasingly daring touches, like how tightly he grips the fat of your thigh when you smile at someone other than him. when he finally has you, don’t be alarmed if his hands wander in private. he’s done so much for you, the least you could do is to look pretty for him while he rearranges your guts.

who is jealous and petty; sharply inhaling if you so much as greet someone other than him. he’s not usually one to share, this trait manifesting in the form of convincing you to distance yourself from your friends. they’re bad influences and he's looking out for you! don’t you trust him?

who’s selfish; fully aware he’s hurting you, but unwilling to stop. you’ll get over yourself in time. regardless, you don’t have to love him back, you just have to be his.

who will never hit you. he has no need to, not when your emotions are to easy to exploit. he never wants you to feel the way valentino makes him feel—used, unappreciated, fearful

who genuinely cares about you. he truly does want the best for you, even at the cost of losing your affections. vox will do anything to keep you safe and happy, except for letting you go. he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you by his side. you can only push him so far before he does something more drastic.

#yandere vox #vox x reader #yandere vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #tw: dubcon #tw: hypnosis #tw: manipulation #tw: stalking #mal.mine #mdni #image description in alt #described #gn reader

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yandere charlie headcanons

contains: gn reader, stalking, unintentional manipulation, brief dubcon mention, delusional relationship, overprotectiveness, clinginess

yandere charlie

who is delusional, having fallen for you at first sight. how could anyone be so beautiful and flawless? each moment from then onward was spent observing you from a distance. no, this wasn’t stalking! she only wanted to know a little more about you. charlie spent hours crafting your initial encounter; it had to be flawless—first impressions are important, after all! her imagination grew unchecked, often ruminating over a relationship that had yet to blossom. not a word had been shared between the two of you, yet each passing glance sent her way was perceived as a subtle confession. could you be shy? or perhaps you were teasing her? whatever the reason, the connection between you both was undeniable. you must be as infatuated with her as she was with you! you just had to be; there was no other explanation!

who abhors these dark desires yet can’t help but indulge. wouldn’t it be fine to be a little selfish? hasn’t she been so good? she’s not asking for much, just some of your time and attention!

who collects trinkets and memorabilia from your time spent together. from doodles to discarded wrappers, she treasures it all. her collection holds some of her fondest memories. although shameful, she couldn’t help but keep the delicates she helped discard during your first intimate moment. your permission was acquired, of course. though unsettled, you couldn’t find it in you to say no. her intentions are pure; what’s the harm?

who meticulously notes every anniversary. from your first hug to your first shared meal, she celebrates it all. every moment you share is unique. you may find yourself overwhelmed by her enthusiasm.

who observes you intensely. wherever you go, her gaze can be felt. she doesn’t mean to make you uncomfortable; you’re just so interesting and cute that she can’t help herself.

who craves your worship and validation. she struggles to acknowledge her own worth and significance. charlie is often worried she hasn’t earned your admiration or companionship. she’s emotionally dependent on you, requiring your constant attention and support. praise and compliment her often. she values your thoughts more than you’ll ever know.

who coordinates your outfits with meticulous attention to detail, even down to your undergarments. what better way is there to announce your relationship? even if the idea sounds off-putting, you couldn’t possibly deny her this.

who treats you well and is deeply invested in your well-being. you’re her beloved; of course she’ll take care of you! she may be delusional, but her feelings are genuine. her constant attention can be exhausting and suffocating, obsessing over you at all hours of the day. she means well, please just let her take care of you! 

who is so sweet, unknowingly guilting you. she means well; that much is obvious. parting ways would devastate her; remaining by her side is far easier. how could you break her heart?

who respects your boundaries, wholeheartedly valuing your thoughts and desires. both parties should be enthusiastic during intimacy! though she desires you deeply, the mere thought of making you uncomfortable is gut wrenching. she establishes early on in your relationship just how much she respects you. yet, her piteous nature often unintentionally pressures you into unpleasant situations. try as she might to hide her low spirits; you can sense the dejection each time you turn her down. you’ll never voice your unease, accepting her advances at the cost of your comfort. 

#yandere charlie x reader #yandere charlie #charlie x reader #yandere charlie morningstar #yandere hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #gn reader #tw: stalking #tw: dubcon #tw: manipulation #mal.mine #image description in alt #described

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What if charlie found a soul that came to the hotel but had already sold part of their soul to some other overlord and this time sue actually fights the overlord and gets your soul back... But why would she give it back to you its safe with her anyway

“safe and sound”

yandere charlie x reader

contains: gn reader, obsessiveness, manipulation, brief implication of violence, brief mention of abuse/exploitation, charlie is slightly disturbed

word count: 867

a/n: i actually cackled when i saw this prompt. hope this is to your liking!

Your arrival at the hotel sparked great interest and intrigue for all the guests. Charlie was noticeably invested in your growth. Such unwavering support would have been alarming in any other context, but Charlie was well known for her compassion and commitment. You happily disregarded all concerns, taking her dedication as a testament to her caring nature. Above all, you felt grateful to have captured the attention of such a well-known figure in hell.

Charlie was most thrilled to have another guest, especially one who showed such promise. She took every opportunity to share her excitement, showering you in praise every step of the way. You were doing so well, after all! It was clear to all just how significant an impact you were making, not just to Charlie but to the entirety of the hotel’s occupants. Her unwavering enthusiasm and support were a constant source of motivation, fueling your determination.

It was evident to all who knew Charlie just how fond she had grown of you during your stay. The bond you’d built had become a dependency in a world filled with uncertainty and fear. As your redemption neared—so close you could almost taste it—something dark and heavy twisted in Charlie’s gut. The growing unease forced her to confront the harsh reality of eventually losing you. Disturbing thoughts clawed at her mind relentlessly, and guilt gnawed at her conscious. What was happening to her?

How could she claim to care for you yet still entertain the idea of sabotaging your progress? She grappled with the conflicting emotions. If you love someone, shouldn’t you let them go? Yet the thought of losing you made her heart heavy with ache, perhaps more so than the betrayal you’d ultimately feel.

With each passing day, her longing for you grew. You consumed her every thought, driving her to the point of desperation. She yearned for the sound of your voice, the warmth of your touch, and the comfort of your presence. Each moment without you became unbearable, leaving her feeling incomplete and adrift—lost in a sea of uncertainty and longing. The separation felt like a cruel and unbearable punishment. She had an insatiable hunger for your love and affection; her yearning for you only continued to escalate, a deep and unrelenting ache that threatened to consume you both whole.

Alastor, ever the silent menace, observed Charlie’s growing obsession with great delight. Who knew Charlie had such darkness under that joyful exterior? Such lovely entertainment you were turning out to be! He supposed she just needed a push to take initiative. Alastor was more than happy to provide that push.

How curiously she responded when informed of your well-hidden ordeal—your soul entangled with another overlord. He marveled at the unraveling emotions—the depth inconceivable—as she realized the extent of your suffering and how you endured abuse and exploitation with minimal complaint. The devastation and disbelief ignited a fire neither knew could burn so bright, quickly replacing those overwhelming feelings with chilling rage.

You’d been suffering this whole time in silence! Could she have been any more blind?

She’d refrained from using the power she wielded and had always disliked issuing commands, but now the desire to make your abuser pay consumed her. Alastor was more than happy to assist; the unfolding entertainment was more than satisfactory as payment.

The transfer of your contract was a simple ordeal, with the promise of sparing your abuser from her wrath. Of course, she happily neglected to mention Alastor in her deal. Whatever agony he had planned was beyond her control. The dark satisfaction she felt as she listened to their screams sent a tight grin to her lips. The sight sent a shiver down Alastor's spine and momentarily unsettled his demeanor. He wondered just how deeply that obsession was rooted and how far she might go to protect you. How entertaining indeed!

She hadn’t anticipated that once she had your soul securely in her possession, those sinister cravings would intensify.

Won’t you let her hold onto it for just a little while longer? It’s only until you’re redeemed, okay? There’s no safer place than by her side! No one would be able to take advantage of you again. She could protect you and treat you well! You trust her, don’t you?

Charlie had always believed in sacrificing her own happiness for the ones she loved, but now she couldn't help but entertain that selfish desire to keep you close. Together, you can build your own paradise—heaven in hell. She can offer you the same solace and peace you so crave. And in her passionate plea, she hopes you might come to understand the depths of her affections and the lengths she would go to protect you. Especially if protecting you means never letting you go.

She may have been hesitant of her creeping darkness at first, but has come to embrace it. She’s convinced herself she’s only doing what is best for you. Though she’s delusional, her affections are genuine. You’ll come to find comfort in her obsession; you lost that choice the moment you stepped into the hotel.

Make yourself comfortable; you’ll be a guest at the hotel for all of your enteral afterlife.

#yandere charlie x reader #yandere charlie #charlie x reader #charlie morningstar #yandere hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #tw: manipulation #gn reader #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel #image description in alt #described #mal.mine

[maladaptiveobsession]

kinktober day 1

pegging - kylar

pegging: a sexual act in which one anally penetrates another with a strap-on

contains: reader with vagina, gn reader, male kylar, dom/sub dynamics, sadomascochism, slapping, spanking, degradation, pegging, painal

synopsis: kylar and you try out the new strap-on he picked out; aka kylar being a slut for painal and degredation

words: 457

Pounding into Kylar’s hips, you’re finding the strap-on to be well worth the eighty quid it cost. You had taken him to that adult shop down on Elk Street the day earlier, being so gracious to let him pick the toy you’d be ruining his hole with. The masochist chose the most intimidating figure out of them all; eight inches and nearly as thick as his arm. With his ass up and face buried into the bed, you wondered if he regretted it.

Kneading his dark hair between your fingers, you roughly pulled his head back. Drool, snot, and tears dripped down his face, his eyes glued to the back of his head and his tongue falling stupidly outside of his mouth.

“Look at you, all stupid for me. Disgusting slut.” He trembles at your words, only responding with whimpers and moans.

“You like being treated like this, don’t you? You like being treated like my personal toy to break and ruin? Answer me, slut.” You order him, harshly spanking his behind, eliciting a groan from Kylar. Slapping his face, you demand for him to use his words.

“Yes! Yes! I do! I do!” He obediently replies, voice raw from screaming underneath you for so long. His eyes flit up to yours for a brief moment, searching for approval.

“Did I give you permission to look at me?” You slap him again.

“Keep those disgusting eyes off me, you hear?” You force his face back into the sheets, leaning over him to abuse even deeper depths. His ass burns with each thrust, your pelvis crashing painfully against his rear. It hurts so bad, but he doesn’t want you to stop. He just wants your attention, even if that means you rearranging his insides and degrading him. He loves this side of you, so cruel and unforgiving; this side of you that only gets to see. He’ll take anything you have to give him, it’s his to have! Only you can treat him this way, only you can abuse him so. He’s yours! Only yours!

Pleasure crashes through his mind, his seed spilling onto the sheets below. You can feel him tremble and shake beneath you, slowing your pace as he rides out his high. Caressing his hair and body, you sing soft praises.

“Good boy, such a good boy. You did so well for me. I think you deserve a treat, hm?”

You slide out from his weeping hole, guide him onto his back and then remove the strap-on entirely. Teasingly slow, you position your glistening pussy just above his face. He gapes below you, panting in anticipation, hands hovering, waiting for permission to touch.

“You wanted a taste, didn’t you? Get to work.”

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #degrees of lewdity #dol #dol fanfic #degrees of lewdity kylar #kylar the loner #dol kylar #kylar x reader #tw: degradation #dom/sub dynamics #bd/sm dynamic #mal.mine #mdni #image description in alt #described

[maladaptiveobsession]

kiyosumi katou period headcanons

nsfw section contains dubcon

sfw

very incorrectly mansplains menstruation to you

tells you to hold it in, does not initially believe you when you tell him otherwise. it’s only when he runs into katsumi and they start talking that he starts to understand. he’s still not fully convinced

fully believes you’re being dramatic over your period cramps, yet he caves like an overripe avocado when even slightly ill. you’ll have to get one of those period cramps simulators. it won’t change his mind, it’s just funny watching him curl up like a dehydrated leaf and howl

unsurprisingly, he’s the most unpleasant out of all the baki cast to be around when on your period

as soon as you start crying, he’s out the door. he’s an emotionally constipated sack of potatoes. picks you up your favorite snack while he’s out; he’s awkward, but he does care

both loves and hates how emotional you can be. doesn’t like if you cry or if you’re extra “bitchy”, but he does like if you’re extra touchy and needy (he is touch starved)

will take you joyriding on his motorcycle or to a rage room to let off steam

nsfw

he’s stealing your soiled undergarments for…well you know what

this horny mf pesters you for period sex the entire week. does not know when to quit, you’ll cave eventually

will definitely try and convince you to do anal if you haven’t already

if you somehow trust this man enough to fall sleep around him, he’s burying his nose into your clothed cunt and taking a long, loud sniff. he likes that musky, slightly metallic smell. i warned you, he’s one nasty mf

slightly prefers period sex. mostly cause you’re already wet, so no need for foreplay. but he also just enjoys the sensation of your blood coating his dick.

also likes seeing his seed mix with your blood. he usually likes seeing his cum splattered on your skin, but he’s giving you all the creampies this week.

will smear his cum and your blood all over your thighs. might force you to clean his fingers after he’s done. he might also just clean them himself, but he’ll make a show out of it.

he won’t admit it, but he likes how you taste. secretly wants to steal all your pads/tampons so you’ll have no choice but to let him catch all your blood on his tongue.

#baki the grappler #kiyosumi katou #baki dou #baki son of ogre #baki #baki memes #baki headcanons #afab reader #gn reader #tw: dubcon #katou kiyosumi x reader #sending my condolences to whoever likes this greasy shriveled liver #i’m only half joking because the other half is self loathing #please send help i have terrible taste in men #was only supposed to be the memes but i couldn’t stop myself #mal.mine #mdni #image description in alt #described

[maladaptiveobsession]

“leighton’s delight”

leighton x reader

contains: blackmail, manipulation, power imbalance, humiliation,

synopsis: leighton stumbles across your journal full of dirty thoughts

word count: 646

Leighton had always wondered what you were writing in that silly little notebook of yours. It was notoriously hard to catch a glimpse inside; it was even harder to catch you without it. So imagine his surprise when he finds it stacked neatly atop the library return basket. Poor, overworked, you must’ve mixed it up with one of your textbooks. He made no attempt to conceal his baleful grin as he pawed through the pages. He already knew you were a dirty, filthy slut, and he had the evidence to prove it. This, though? This was just the icing on the cake.

When you get called down to his office the following day, panic sets in. You had caught wind of Leighton’s proclivities early on from fellow peers and had done your best to stay off his radar, even going so far as to allow your classmates to harass you if it just meant avoiding Leighton’s notorious detention. Which is precisely why your current predicament doesn’t make any sense. You’ve been a model student since day one, never racking up even a single point of delinquency. You made sure of it. And most worryingly, you had never heard of Leighton pulling a student out of class before.

You racked your brain for answers, coming up with nothing. For now, you could only do as instructed. You try not to let your classmates' taunts get to you as you leave the classroom.

He waits patiently outside his office, leaning on the frame of the door. You can feel him ogle you as you reluctantly trudge down the hall. Silently ushering you inside, he swiftly locks the door before wordlessly guiding you towards his desk. You expertly dodge his prying hands, though he doesn’t seem affected in the least. He gestures to his office chair.

“Sit.”

You blink once, then again. He quirked an eyebrow amusedly, gesturing a second time. You dare not make him repeat a third.

“Open the bottom left drawer.”

Inside, your eyes rest upon a small, leather-bound journal, and you freeze. He knows.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” You feel your heart pounding in your chest. He’s toying with you. He knows.

You spare a glance in his direction, pitiful, pleading eyes meeting leering, unforgiving ones. There is no mercy here—not in this office, not in this school, not in this town. You apprehensively return to your book, scooping it up with trembling hands and clutching it to your chest, as if it would protect you from Leighton’s advances. You blankly stare when he gestures to you again. You don’t understand. What does he want from you? What is he asking you to do?

“No,” you blurt out in realization. You won’t. You refuse. No amount of blackmail could make you read those dirty, innermost desires you had put on paper aloud. You ready your escape, quickly rising from the seat. You’re going to leave this office with what little dignity you have remaining, and you won’t regret it when your classmates point and laugh at the polaroids pinned to every bulletin board in school. Not when passersbys jeer at you as you walk home. Certainly not when your fellow orphans look at you with pity and disdain. Not even when among them is Robin. Your sweet, adoring Robin, whose eyes would no doubt lose the admiration and love you had grown so fond of.

You slide back into the seat, defeated. Leighton had won, and he knew it. Oh, how you wish to wipe that smugness right off his face.

Try as you might, you couldn't find your voice.

"Take your time, dear. I've already informed your teachers that you'll be missing class. You're mine for the rest of the day."

Tears gather in your eyes and trickle down your cheeks. How amusing! You were already proving to be quite the delight.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #leighton the headmaster #gn reader #leighton dol #leighton x reader #tw: humiliation #tw: manipulation #tw: blackmail #tw: power imbalance #ficlet #mdni #mal.mine

[maladaptiveobsession]

“robin’s shocking discovery”

robin x reader

synopsis: robin discovers the porn you drew of him

content: male robin, masturbation

word count: 263

It was an accident, he swears! Robin would never invade your privacy; he respects you too much. And yet he just can’t seem to tear his eyes away from the sketchbook resting mere inches from your sleeping form. An all-too-familiar face stares back at him—only wearing much, much less.

Robin wonders if his eyes are playing tricks on him. That can’t be who he thinks it is. Surely not! And so he just stares... and stares... and then stares some more, until he’s sure he’s burned holes into the page.

Still not entirely convinced, he inches closer. Only just enough to be sure. Only just enough to touch. The paper feels smooth against his fingertips as he traces the curves of the figure. Once, then twice, and yet again until he’s positive—it’s him.

It’s not until you begin to stir that he scrambles out your door, leaving you none the wiser.

Later that night, he can’t help but wonder if he really looks like that—if you really think of him like that. He certainly can’t help it when his mind begins to wander. Nor can he help it when his hand finds a mind of its own and slinks beneath his sheets and boxers. He’s sure you’ll understand when his fingers slip around his shaft, his tip already leaking with arousal. And you’ll have to forgive him when he’s softly gasping your name into his pillow, a wet patch forming on his boxers. You have to. He’ll make it up to you somehow.

But in the meantime, he needs a change of boxers.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #dol fanfic #degrees of lewdity robin #robin the orphan #dol robin #robin x reader #ficlet #mdni #image description in alt #described #mal.mine #gn reader