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oncomingnight · 9 months

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Yandere! Husband

Barry attended culinary school in Paris, France, earning himself a bachelor's degree in baking and pastry arts. Because of this, he was able to open up his own bakery that gets receives nothing but praise. Thanks to his talented advances, he's able to build an incredibly comfortable and peaceful life with you, his beautiful wife.

After a long day of work, he enjoys quickly putting together your favorite meals and gently guiding you to the table with his hand on your lower back. He'll handfeed fruitful pastries to you as he listens attentively about absolutely anything you're currently feeling passionate about.

He isn't a jealous man, not at all. The only thing he strongly dislikes is when someone is persistent with their attraction to you. From his body language, you can tell that he's extremely confident, but the only person he even thinks of impressing is you. He tries to stop himself from blushing when you gush over the hooked appearance of his nose, the beauty mark on his right cheek, his glossy chestnut hair and heavily lashed downturned eyes.

On the day of your wedding, there was no way he could've prevented himself from full on sobbing as he recited his vows, words depicting feelings of pure devotion. When it was time for your vows, he wiped at his tears, gazed at you lovingly and reached to hold your stray hand as the other held your paper.

That night, his focus was solely on your pleasure. Barry doesn't consider sex toys as an enemy, rather, he takes them as an opportunity to help you reach immense amounts of pleasure.

He takes incredible joy in being able to just take care of you. He'll sit behind you as you're sat between his legs in the bath, gently massaging soap into your skin, wrapping your soaked body with a warm lavender scented robe and carrying you to bed.

Barry enjoys reading broad books on incredibly mind-twisting topics such as: The terrifying art that was made in subject of WWI. He's simply intrigued by several major events in the history of mankind.

He has a knack for listening to old romance songs, many of them in different languages other than english. From everything I've been telling you, it's incredibly easy to tell that he's an immensely romantic man. Reading to you as the both of you lay in bed, slow dancing with you in the living room as old westerns play, hugging you from the back and swaying your bodies together, etc.

Barry will take interest in absolutely anything and everything you seem to enjoy.

He's an amazing husband who will stop at nothing to do what it takes in order to keep you safe and happy.

He meant it when he said, ""till death do us part." His love has no limits.

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mayullla · 1 day

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Title: The Wedding is Today

Character(s): Viscount (Unnamed character/original work)

Summary: The wedding is today as you look at yourself in front of the mirror, wearing a white gown. Are you scared or are you broken? You weren't sure. Yet your time was limited till you become whole his.

Warnings/tags: Yandere Viscount x Fallen aristocrat!reader, F!reader, general yandere themes, manipulation (both physical and mental), power imbalance, forced marriage, loss of control, womb tattoo that is not sexual, forced servitude, 2k words

This is part two, click here for part one!

Dressed in the most beautiful white wedding dress, decorated with lace and pearls, you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You had always dreamed of wearing a wedding dress; after all, it was something that you had always been told you would have. And you had always been fascinated by the idea of wearing a dress that was the image of purity and elegance. In the past, you thought you would have it with your ex-fiancé but instead of him you were to wed another man, someone so infatuated by you.

Even with carefully done hair and makeup, it could not hide your empty eyes.

Was this the result? It had been a long time since you last saw your face in the mirror. In that dark room, forced into the whims of that man, you didn't have much. There was no mirror there, just a bed, table, and desk, with most of your clothes and necessities brought by the silent servants.

Hollow eyes covered by a black cloth.

You felt weak, your body shivering as you pulled your eyes away from the mirror. Tears threatened to fall as you tried to hold them in, worried that you might ruin your makeup and irritate him, who only wanted perfection.

You didn't want this… you didn't want this at all.

You were marrying a monster.

Even if you wanted to escape, there was no way you could. He had made sure to snuff out all your ideas or thoughts of running away. That man had placed his hands all over you just to ensure that you could think of nothing but him, making sure you would never be able to run away even after you were finally let out from your prison. You still felt like a trapped bird.

Invisible chains locked your wrists, legs, neck, and hands, forcing you to dance to his orders. You could not stand up; it was as if something was holding your stomach down, a weight keeping you still on the chair as you waited for the time drawing near, challenging you to even think of trying. A white choker necklace tightened around your neck, making you conscious of every breath. Your back was straightened with a corset designed to keep your posture rigid, preventing you from even bending slightly.

He said that he had to make sure, after all, worried that you might hunch and cry while walking down the aisle, your face would be hidden with the white veil, but he just had to make sure of your shoulders and your back.

“Your tears are pretty. But if you don't give the crowd a happy cry then we shall keep most of that in private. Oh love, you are my precious and it is the same with your tears also. They should only be seen by me.”

Yet nothing could be as shameful as the womb sigil placed on your stomach the glowing ever so bright under the dark room when you were told to go to sleep late at night. A warmth it created that you didn't want. You would have preferred to freeze to death that feel this.

The viscount rambled about how much he adored you, his perfect doll, during the carriage ride, and how much you have improved in the past days that you stayed here. He commented on your suffering and how hard you were working just to please him. You flinched the moment he said that he could not wait to make it official that you were his. “In just a few hours my dear and all the world would know that you are mine forever.”

You didn't want to look at him. You didn't want to look at anyone.

“My lovely bride," his comments made you want to vomit as tears fell down to your skirt in the carriage. His hands touched your cheeks as he gently lifted your face. Your eyes met his, and not even a lick of pity or guilt was in them, nothing but obsession, lust, and thrill. "Aww… Let your tears out now, dear, so that later when they put on your makeup, you won't ruin it," he whispered as he moved his thumb to clean your tears from your cheeks.

“I am the only one here with you right now. It is okay to cry.”

“My little dear is just so pretty. Sometimes I don't know if I could hold back later when you finally become fully mine." Lowering his head, you flinched again when he placed his chin near your neck, his hands wrapped around your waist. You could feel his cold skin against yours, hot from your emotions.

“I worry that I might just break you one day..."

None of the guests touched you when you arrived at the wedding hall only able to greet you with a bit of a distance; maids that worked under him had made sure of that. Small adjustments in the dress or helping you reach one place or another were all done by them. They worked efficiently, but you knew that their main job was to be watchdogs.

You could never stare into their eyes for too long, though. To someone who knew or who was sharp, it was obvious that the shine of life in them, meant to fool outsiders, still looked somehow fake.

You stared at the floor of the dressing room, zoned out. The music from the orchestra outside was loud yet muffled. You could hear people talking, enough to realize that the Viscount made sure that everybody attended just to see him put a lock on your finger.

In just a few minutes, you will belong to him, and you can do nothing to stop it.

It was difficult to breathe.

You didn't want to move at all when your feet started moving, tried to stop yourself when you felt a certain buzz in your core under your stomach again, warning you not to try anything.

You remember after all that time when you so desperately wanted to run away and were so close to doing so. Back then when the Viscount left the room without locking the door, you thought you could run away at that moment and that this was your chance. Even if your feet hurt from dancing the same steps for hours just moments ago, you forced yourself to move, so desperate to leave.

There was no one in the halls as you ran, careful not to cause any sound that would let servants or him notice your presence. And you were close… very close to the door to the outside.

Only to feel a shock in your core running through your whole body. It was like fire burning your skin inside out, licking your skin, leaving trails of fire that grew hotter and hotter. You fell down in the hallway, unable to move as waves of pain threatened to melt your body. You couldn't scream at all, barely a gasp.

The sigil on your stomach had reacted violently to your escape.

And the pain didn't stop, no matter how many tears fell from your eyes. No matter how much you wanted to escape from the pain, it kept you wide awake. The pain in your stomach was gruesome, while your veins felt like it was lit on fire. At one point, it did dull down, as if someone deemed that your punishment had been properly given… but you could not move, and he made sure of that. You covered your face and sobbed still feeling like every body part was burnt to a crisp.

Later, when the Viscount came back from a meeting and saw you on the floor he tutted at you… no anger in his eyes when he picked you up in a bridal carry. “My dear honey, you shouldn’t have done that. What if you had gotten hurt while running away?” He asked you with a smile, his grip on your leg painfully tight.

You received another punishment from the Viscount himself.

You watched him place a chain on your ankle, securing it to the bed. You flinched at his touch, whining when the cold metal touched your skin.

“I made sure to go lightly on you. But don't think it will be the same next time, dear,” he told you as he carried you to your bed, giving you pecks on your forehead while combing your hair as if to comfort you. “It will be even worse than this..”

Let me remind you that as long as you know that you belong to me, I will spoil you more than kings and emperors could ever do for their queens. But if you could not understand that, then we could only just fix it… and you already know what I mean by saying that.”

“Right, Love?”

“It will be your turn soon. Please get ready,” a servant spoke up. In public, they removed all their masks around their eyes. You had expected their eyes for a moment to be dead just as they were before, yet instead, you saw a liveliness that didn't belong to the person. “Please wait a moment, and we will finish up a few remaining touches,” the servant spoke in a cheerful voice, as other servants walked around with similar smiles.

You disliked how fake it was, but more than anything, you were scared that this would be what you would finally become if you even made the Viscount mad enough, pushing the thought that maybe you already were deep in your mind.

A long veil attached to your hair, the Viscount had a favor towards longer hair and told you to grow it if it was short. The dress was cleaned from any fold marks, wrinkles and small imperfections.

A white bouquet held by another maid given to you.

Your hands took the white bouquet without listening to your fear and hesitation. Again, you wondered if you were broken, already a marionette that he sometimes called you.

Walking out of the bride's room, you stood in front of huge doors in the long hallway, your own eyes empty of any delight but hidden by the innocent white veil, sheer enough to see your face just a little. Your neck moved by itself when it heard the announcement of the bride, your chin being forced up as the doors opened. You could hear the clapping first, and as you started to walk down the aisle alone, you could see some nobles who once watched you be humiliated by your past fiancé and his girl.

You didn't care about them anymore.

Your eyes moved to see in front of you, and you saw your parents, both smiling as you walked down the aisle, almost as if proud parents when in reality you knew it was a picture the Viscount wanted of something perfect.

Looking at the man again, watching you walk towards him with a satisfied smile on his lips, you could see the madness and obsession swirling in those eyes, knowing that you have been placed into a corner where all he must do is choke you even more.

Standing in front of him, you looked at him, the same sly smile on his lips as the day you first arrived at his mansion and fell into his trap. The marriage officiant continued to speak, yet most of his words you could barely hear as you were too deep in your thoughts. This moment, these last few seconds would be the last that belonged to you until it becomes official that you would be forever trapped and controlled by the man's obsession and delusions for you.

You heard the Viscount speak for a moment, bringing you out of your thoughts immediately. You had become too sensitive to his voice. You noticed the marriage officiant turn to you after hearing the answer of the Viscount and asking you the question, “Would you take this man as your lawfully wedded husband?”

Looking at the Viscount who stared at you lovingly yet at the same time knowingly, waiting to hear you say the words that will bind you to him forever. This breath would be the last that you breathe for yourself and not for him. He was a serpent, he had already bitten into your skin, letting poison seep into your veins. Any hope now would be too late.

You closed your eyes, letting tears fall down your face.

“Yes… I do.”

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trauma-loop · 5 months

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤshinjū ♡ ⸢心中⸥

japanese term meaning ❝ double - suicide ❞ used in common parlance to refer to any group suicide of two or more individuals bound by love, typically lovers.

lovers committing double suicide believed that they would be united again in heaven.

#ᕱ⑅ᕱ・love thoughts #🖤⛧ ; my andrew.#irl yandere #yandere #yandere blog #yandere community #yanderecore #actually yandere #obsessive yandere #obsessive love #obsessive love disorder #possesive love #tw sui ideation

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misstycloud · 1 year

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Yandere omega x reader. Pt 2

TW: baby-trapping, non-con

Pt. 1

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Yandere omega who freaks out at the news of your recent engagement. This wasn’t supposed to happen! The stress keeps him from sleeping at night and makes him unfocused at work, so much that the boss has no other choice but to send him home to rest. They can’t have their most valuable asset either away, can they?

Yandere omega that believes that if he could rekindle your passion for him, maybe you’d break off the betrothal and come back to him. So he decides to rush to your home and ring the doorbell until you finally open.

Yandere omega who begs to let him in. It won’t be more than five minutes, he promises. He just needs to get some of his clothes that he forgot last time. Albeit reluctantly, you accept his excuse and allow him to wander inside, as you had done so many times before. But those were under different circumstances.

Previous to your arranged marriage, you were free to some degree. With a large amount of wealth and charm, you were able to get anyone you wanted. There were hardly someone who would pass the opportunity to spend some good time with you.

To maintain this life, the only thing you had to do was work and that you did. You had to say you did a great job in your family’s company, creating hit business deals and increasing the finances.

But it appeared your family would not be satisfied solely with that. That was why you have to marry some guy; to secure an heir to the corporation, as your parents would put it. Your mother was also rather intrigued by the idea of grandchildren as well.

Yandere omega sneaks into the bathroom to prepare by switching his casual outfit to a more eye-catching one. He even styled his hair slightly, hoping you’d pull on it like before.

Yandere omega who thought he could win back your affection, however, it appeared fate had other plans. The second you see him walking out the restroom wearing what he knew you’d have like him in had it been the past, you growled.

“Fuck, I should’ve known you’d pull shit like this.” You had to admit he did look very appetising. Though you were engaged now, which meant you couldn’t immerse in such activities anymore.

“Why the long face? You didn’t object before?” The beautiful omega whispered seductively.

“Yeah but- ugh- look, just go.” Pointing at the entrance, you ushered him to leave.

“I’d rather stay here though, with you.” He ignored your warning and continued advancing forwards into your arms, then he laid his head against your chest and dragged his nimble fingers across it.

“Milo, I said!-aah!” Quickly you slapped a hand over your mouth and nose, for something sickenly sweet and familiar filled your senses. “N-no stop…”

Milo smiled, showing delight at your troubled expression. “Ah, I knew you couldn’t resist me. No need to hold back.”

You wanted to push him back and create as much distance between you as possible, but it was getting hard when the young man in front of you looked so enticing. No, you must not give in.

“I- ahh~“you were forced to stop in your tracks because his hands had started wandering lower and lower, teasing you. “Shit…”

Yandere omega who had decided to use his trump card. No one could refuse his pheromones and that includes you. Milo hadn’t used that trick to intentionally seduce anyone before, so he wasn’t actually sure if it would work. Turns out luck was in his favour, even he was a bit surprised at how fast you yielded.

Yandere omega who is sooo happy he can be together with you again, and he is not meaning only for one last time until you finalise your vows or anything. Why is he so confident? Well, let’s just say he has a plan B to make you unable to leave.

Yandere omega that wonders how you would feel about having that son you always dreamed of.

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starscabaret · 1 month

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Emo Boy Yandere! James HeadCanons

pairing: yandere! emo boy (James) 🦇 x Fem Reader

summary: headcanons <333

warnings:

Authors note: james like to go by jay. james is not emo enough for him

yandere! james looks like an absolute fuck boy but is secretly a virgin

yandere! james has an extreme slutty waist

yandere! james makes you match pfp with him

yandere! james likes to buy you emo clothes, even if it’s not your style

yandere! james demands a picture of your outfit everyday

yandere! james drinks Monster at any time of the day

yandere! james writes song lyrics about you he’d never sing out loud maybe if you asked

yandere! james has so many piercings… maybe a few you can’t see.

yandere! james calls you his "baby bat"

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lookingformoondrop · 2 months

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Hi!! I love your writing and hope you’re doing great. May I request a break up scenario with yandere!Andrew?

Yandere!Andrew Graves x Reader

TW: Dark material, mentions of a unalived person, manipulation, andrew calls reader a dumb bunny, very toxic relationship, Andrew drags reader around by the hair (weeee), captivity/kidnapping if you squint? Angst, very very depressing, it's been a while, so this is probably OOC ;-;

♡ Notes: GUESS WHOSE BACK! yes, I admit I was gone for quite a while, but with the progress reports of chapter 3 coming around, I figure now is my time to rise again. After I wrote all of this, I realized I might have made this a little too dark... My next work will likely be a fluff. Sorry Anon! Thank you so much for supporting, and I hope I can continue writing pieces for y'all~ ♡

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The clock on your wall ticked closer to 7 o'clock. Every sound in the room was silenced by the deafening sound of it.

At the time, buying that clock seemed like a cute idea.

It was an old thing, two big clocks held together with beautiful dark wood. And a small circle shaped glass built underneath the two clocks meant for displaying a picture.

It was placed on your fireplace mantel, accompanied by other little trinkets.

You tried not to look at the mantel or the pictures that displayed happy memories, instead opting to glare at the hands ticking closer to your doom.

You didn't deserve to glance at these memories with what you were determined to do.

The room around was in shambles. Blankets and pillows were thrown around, cups and plates stuck to the tables around the couch after hours of neglect, and every picture frame in reach with the smiling face of Andrew Graves was put down.

At any moment, Andrew was going to come through that door and open his arms for you.

You bit your lip, already cringing at the bloody spots forming. You had to leave. There was no other choice.

After what you've seen, there's no possible way you could keep hugging and kissing him...

When you first moved in with Andrew, you found yourself to be the happiest ever.

Every day, you'd roll over to face an already awake and smiling Andy, who would kiss your nose and promise you coffee.

Every evening, you'd have a delicious dinner prepared by Andrew, who would make the atmosphere romantic with candles and rose petals, all leading to a delightful night of fornication...

Yes, at times, there were small cracks in the fantasy you two had made.

You still had to go to work, and you still had projects and deadlines that needed to be met. Not only this, but you still had co-workers you needed to work with.

You had made peace with this and was more than happy to fulfill your office work, but Andrew was not.

Now that you thought about it, many times a day, he would demand for your attention. He would go as far as calling your office and asking to see you. Lunch breaks would extend to lunch hours, and your sick and vacation days were used up in a matter of weeks (back to back).

And then you get home... if you had spent a work day completely ignoring Andrew, going as far as muting him, there'd be no telling what he'd do.

It began with silence, then one word answers, but if you even started getting angry at him for his horrible communication skills, he'd finally lash out.

" Just help me understand. Do you hate me? You're ignoring me all the time so that I can run back to you and beg you to pay attention to me. Why do you even stay with me, then? "

At first, you thought maybe he was just stressed out.

You had such a beautiful relationship, and Andrew was never big on talking about stupid things.

These things could all be avoided if you communicated with him more. If you were just healthy, then nothing would be toxic. You were the shitty one in this relationship, not him.

When you took the blame for all those things, his anger disappeared.

So your life would become peaceful again.

You never considered Andrew to be possessive. He was... overprotective. That's all. He was caring for you. It's not his fault that you're so sensitive,

And now you were giving all that up, and for what? Because every now and then he'll complain about the people in your life?...

because once he'll complain about them, they disappear from your life?

...because you found one of those people in the basement freezer?

The same freezer he made you promise to never go into?

Your eyes blink up at the ceiling, the tears that were dancing on your water line finally spilling over the edge.

Suddenly, the sound of the door cracking open made you quickly wipe at your tears.

"Bunny? I'm here, where are you?" Andrew called out from the hallway.

"...In here, Andrew." You answered, holding your hands in your lap.

"Andrew? What happened to Andy? What, did I do something wrong?" Andrew walked in, having already ditched his shoes and coat.

"Y/N? Hey... What's wrong?" Andrew power walked to you, avoiding the many pillows scattered across the floor.

He leaned down in front of your knees, grabbing your hands.

You gulped, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Andrew, we need to talk about something."

"Yeah...?"

"You... you have to promise not to get mad at me."

Andrew's face darkened, "...sure."

You bit your lip and finally looked up.

But Andrew was no longer looking at you, instead staring at all the picture frames that faced the ground.

You breathed in once. You had put this off for as long as possible.

"Andrew, i didn't call anyone yet, but you need to let me leave. I dont- no- I can't stay here anymore and I -"

"No."

You sputtered but couldn't get a good look at Andrew's expression as he stood up.

"You always get me worried over nothing," Andrew scratched the back of his neck, absently playing with his sweater tag.

You stood up,

"Andrew, this is important! I- I don't feel safe anymore, I don't feel safe with you! You've been keeping so much from me -"

Andrew scoffed at you, cutting your words short.

"You're acting wacky. Are you sure you didn't take anything before I came home?" Andrew finally looked at you with cautious eyes, "Look, Y/N, you're probably tired and need a break from your phone. Give it to me, and I can put this whole thing behind us."

Andrew lent his hand out, half expecting your hand and your phone.

But you shook your head.

"I know, Andrew. I know what you did."

Andrew raised a brow, "What I did...?" His hand was still outstretched.

"Last night I wanted to surprise you with some chicken soup, but I couldn't find the meat in our freezer, so... I went downstairs to the basement instead - "

Your eyes glanced at the clock again, it's happy picture becoming distorted the more you spoke outloud,

Andrew's eyes widened, and his hand dropped, "Y/N, you promised me you wouldn't go down there."

Your breathing became shaky, and your hand grabbed at the hem of your shirt,

"Andrew, you told me that all you had down there was some hunting meat. Y- You lied, not only lied, but you... You fucking killed someone! Oh god, Andrew, why did I find my boss and his DETACHED head in our basement freezer?!"

Andrew avoided your eyes, instead opting to run a hand down his face, sighing deeply into his palm.

When he didn't defend himself, your thoughts ran wilder, and the anger that you had locked away began bubbling to the surface.

This went far beyond control and possessiveness, Andrew murdered someone. Your Andrew, the same man you slept next to for years, murdered someone.

"How many years did I spend with a goddamn murderer? I had thought that- that maybe it was this crazy elaborate plot twist, that maybe you had a good reason to keep A PERSON in a freezer, but maybe I was living with a killer who I should have left a long time ago!-"

"Enough."

You had barely any time to process what he said before he grabbed your hair and began dragging you to the bedroom.

You tried twisting from his grip, dry sobs racking your body.

"Andrew, please stop! I'm - ow!- I'm sorry!"

"No, you're not. Everything I ever did was to protect you. Clearly, you've been thinking about this for awhile."

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, "and to think, I would've let you run around a little longer in the big world."

You continued sobbing, trying to grab at his hand. "Andrew, please!"

His hand pushed the door open, but right as he was about to enter, he stopped.

"Bunny", he crotched down to your level, his hand still grabbing your scalp, "do you love me?"

Your body shook involuntarily, your crying turning to hard hiccups. In your mind, all you wanted was to escape. To leave, to be embraced by someone who could protect you from this.

"P- Please Andrew, " you tried shaking your head despite the pressure, "s- stop, you're h-urting me."

Your chest heaved, your heart beating painfully against your chest.

Time moved slowly as Andrew searched your face, but slowly all the light he had in his eyes faded, and was replaced by a darkness that chilled your body.

"You didn't say yes." He clicked his tongue, "but that's okay, its only a matter of time."

Suddenly, he stood up and turned. Dragging you through the living room again, walking towards the basement door.

You screamed as you recognized the direction he was heading. You hit his hand, beating the grip he had on you.

Your eyes were wide and wild, trying to find some sort of escape, and your eyes landed on the clock.

Although you could no longer see the photo, you remembered the day Andrew brought it to you. He has promised to never leave you, and you promised to never leave him.

He asked you if you would love him if he was a monster.

You said, no.

All this time, you thought that Andrew would let you go. You would tell him you knew, he would turn himself in, and he'd let you go. Making all these years a bad nightmare. But the truth was, Andrew had long since known you would've found the body. The thought had crossed his mind, and he planned for the outcome even if he hoped youd be smart enough to never come to that.

When Andrew opened the basement door, he crotched down again and let go of your hair, instead moving you to his arms and holding you.

"Hey, I love you. You know that, right? I will never hurt you. Dont worry, you're going to be staying with me for a long time."

Andrew kissed your forehead, and began heading down the stairs.

Your eyes watched the door and the light that came from it as Andrew lead you further down the stairs.

Further away from the light, further away from freedom.

You cried into Andrew's shoulder, who patted your hair, until you could no longer see the light.

"You're never leaving me, my dumb little bunny."

Thank you for the ask! <3

#the coffin of andy and leyley #x reader #andrew graves #andy graves #y/n #andrew graves x reader #andy graves x reader #yandere andrew graves #yandere andrew graves x reader #angst #yandere #toxic relationship #manipulation #tw death #tw yandere #was supposed to be fluff #possesive love #possession #sorry this took so long

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schizopositivity · 11 months

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Can people please stop comparing the stigma of their widely recognized mental illnesses to psychosis/schizophrenia? I understand there is stigma of other mental illnesses too, but that's a lot more talked about and debunked. When I make posts about my illness and community specifically I don't appreciate you derailing it to include your illness that doesn't face the same stigma.

People looking at you weird isn't the same as people filming you and posting it for laughs, people attacking you because they see you existing as a threat, and calling the police for showing symptoms you can't control. You can't convince me that the stigma around psychosis and schizophrenia doesn't exist or is the same as the stigma of every other mental illness. I see it every day, I've experienced it myself, I don't share my illness publicly because I fear for my own physical safety and humanity.

Here are some examples I have naturally come across on YouTube comments recently, people don't usually fight against these and they are the norm: [TW: sanism, serial killer mention, demonic possession mention, forced medication, forced hospitalization]

We don't commit most violent crimes in the world. We are not inherently violent. But society's belief that this is true and that we should all be locked up for the rest of our life is still believed widely today. This is what I am advocating against. This is what I want changed in the world and at the very least in the neurodiversity community. We just want to be seen as humans, please do not make this about other mental illnesses.

#schizophrenia #schizo-spec #schizo #psychosis #psychotic #mental illness #nd #neurodivergent #actuallyschizophrenic #mental health awareness #pseriouslypsychotic #mental health #mental health stigma #tw sanism #tw demons #tw possesion #tw serial killers #tw forced medication #forced hospitalization

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darlingvhs · 9 months

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i want someone to be violently obsessed with me. i want my existence to mean the world to someone

#lovesick #tw yandere #tw obsessive love #yandere #yandere vent #yandere blog #irl yandere #darlingcore #yancore #actually yandere #possesive love #possessive #possessive suggestion #bpd yandere

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httpslovegirldotcom · 4 months

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I want him to want me so bad he'd rather die than be without me.

#╰ ‘ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ⸤ 1 ⸣ ɴᴇᴡ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ﹗ ... ’ ›#♡. ʟᴏᴠᴇɢɪʀʟ.ᴇxᴇ #irl yandere #yancore #yandere vent #actually yandere #lovesick #tw yandere #soft yandere #yandere #yanblr #yandere blog #yandere girl #yandere girlfriend #actually obsessive #yandere aesthetic #obsessive love disorder #possesive love

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frissy · 11 months

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Earth42! Miles Morales x fem!spider/1610!Reader

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

ATSV SPOILERS

• possessive Miles

• mentions of death

• Some OOC 42 Miles

• You and Earth 1610 Miles are not in a romantic relationship

• Jealous Earth 42 Miles

• Not proofread!!

• Google translate is used in Part 1-3, forgive me for mistakes, and let me know of said mistakes

Your eyes slowly opened. And you were in someone’s bed. The room was cold, and very dull.

On the wall you noticed there was board of photos. family photos, but most of the photos, were photos of you. You, with someone who looked just like Miles.

Through the crack of the door, you could see Miles. Your Miles unconscious, tied to a punching bag.

But then you heard heavy footsteps. And someone came into the room, wearing a sort of suit. It looked like the prowler’s.

”You’re awake.” The voice was distorted.

You looked at the figure, he was shrouded in darkness. He came closer. “Please. Let us go.. we have to save someone.”

The figure shook his head. And his mask came off, with a hissing sound. That’s when you saw his face.

“[name]...” He said, he sounded so gentle. Like your name was a melody to him.

You had fear in your eyes, mixed with confusion. He seemed to take notice of this, because next, he introduced himself.

“I’m Miles Morales. But you can call me the prowler, niña bonita.” he walked into the light, his face becoming more visible. “What? There’s no way. You would never be the prowler!” You looked at him, shocked and confused.

Hues of red and purple shined onto his face. Highlighting his hazel eyes. He looked different from your Miles. He even sounded different.

His hair was braided, and his physique was completely different from the Miles you knew. His face was sharper, and his voice was deeper and he kept a narrow gaze. “You’re Miles, wouldn’t.” He pointed to your Miles through the crack of the door. “But I would. And I did.”

Your eyes then darted through the crack of the door to your Miles. You were about to shout out to him so he could wake up.

but you were stopped by the other Miles. He put a hand under your chin, making you face him. “It’s no use to help him. [name]..” he started to caress your cheek.

“Please. Let us go. We just want to go home. We have to save… my Miles’s dad. I’m sorry if I was special to you... but please. Let me and Miles go.” You said, pleadingly.

His face contorted into anger, and jealousy. “He.. he as his Dad too?” He took his hand off your face. And his blood began to boil. He clenched his fists, making his knuckles turn white.

“We have to save him! He’s gonna die and we have to stop it! Please.. please let us go.”You looked deep into his eyes, trying to get through to him.

He furrowed his eyebrows at you.

“Why should I.. why should I let you go when I finally have you back?” He put a hand to your cheek again, caressing it. “How come he gets to have so much?” There was jealousy laced in his voice. “…His Dad, a safe city.. and you. How come he gets it all? When I get nothing. And all that has happened… could’ve been avoided.”

“I’m really sorry. I’m sure you, and the me in this universe had a tight bond. I’m sure we were close friends as I am with my Miles.”

He scoffed. “Friends? [name]. You were my girlfriend.”

Your eyes widened. And a very faint blush crept onto your face.

“I loved you more than anything. I loved you more than life itself. You meant everything to me. I watched you die, and I watched my dad die with you. I watched you to die live on the news.. a building fell on top of you, my dad tried to save you but it was too late.” His voice was shaky now.

“I—“ he wouldn’t let you finish.

“You were the only girl I’ve ever loved… And you were taken from me.” He leaned in closer.

“You can’t even begin to understand how I felt, seeing you appear out of nowhere, with a boy who looks just like me.”

He got even closer.

“A lookalike from an entirely universe who has you? A living you? And you want me to just, let you go? Just like that? When I finally have you back?.” he trailed off, taking his hand off your face, backing away.

He smiled at you. “You look just as beautiful as you did the day I lost you querida. I never thought I would see your face again.”

He looked at your unconscious Miles through the crack of the open door, his face became a deadpan as he looked back over at you.

“I’m not going to lose you again. And nobody is going to take you away from me. Especially that copy of me.”

He brought his attention back over at your unconscious Miles, hatred and resentment in his heart. For what felt like hours, he looked back at you once more.

“And you can’t do anything to stop me.” He turned his back to you, walking out the door, locking it from the outside, you tried getting up, but you fell to the floor.

He had tied your wrists and ankles while you were unconscious. And you haven’t even noticed when you woke up.

You were stuck here, and he’s not going to let you go. .

TO BE CONTINUED

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sexiersecrets · 6 months

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Want him to be like this over me ⋆˙⟡♡

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eroguro-angel · 4 months

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The image of you lying helplessly on the floor as I slip a knife into your soft, vulnerable skin never fails to arouse me. And the feeling of your warm blood coating my hands only amplifies my desire for you.

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violet-butterflies · 6 months

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❥︎ yandere! Merman Part 3

❥︎ Warnings ! ☞︎︎︎ None ! ( male yandere! oc x gn reader ) Click to see part 1, part 2, and an nsfw spin-off !

A little after a few weeks passed and (y/n) was bored out of their mind. There was nothing to do in the cluster of islands that kept them inside its lands. They were getting tired of waking up to the same scenery, tired of getting baked under the sun every day, tired of only eating mangoes and coconuts, and tired of only spending time with the lovesick merman, who's name (y/n) found out being Llyr.

Every waking moment, (y/n) had to be within the silver-haired merman's presence if they didn't want to spend the rest of the day with a moody and extra touchy merman who kept forgetting they were a human who couldn't breathe underwater. Multiple times, Llyr dragged (y/n) underwater to try and cuddle them since it was difficult for him to cuddle them on land with limited mobility when the merman was worried that (y/n) could disappear at any moment if he didn't keep an eye on them 24/7. Those times Llyr would be so lost in his own worries that he would almost missed (y/n)'s hands pounding the muscular merman's chest when the lack of air burned their lungs.

This completely takes away all of (y/n)'s rights to privacy.

"Llyr! Go away! I promise I'm not going anywhere! I just need to pee!"

"Llyr please stop groping me..."

"For the love of god Llyr you can't invade my space even more than you are now so please calm down..."

Llyr, on the other hand, was trying his best to express his love through the only way he thinks is right. Llyr can't help but always want to be glued to (y/n)'s side since that's how he feels and is the only way he thinks how he should show (y/n) that he loves them.

Unfortunately, instead of reciprocating his feelings (y/n)'s smiles slowly became more and more rare and their mood declined significantly compared to when Llyr first brought them into their natural enclosure.

"(y/n) why no eat? I peel fruit for you..." Llyr asked (y/n), who boredly poked the freshly peeled mango peeled by the merman, one day. (y/n) looked up from their food to the worried merman who was sitting by the shore in front of them. They let out a tired sigh as they put aside the peeled mango on a plate made of leaves beside them.

"I've been held captive here for how long now?" (y/n) started, Llyr gulped at how sharp their voice sounded, before continuing, "I've dealt with your bullshit for so long. I tolerated your clingy demands, eating the same goddamn food everyday for weeks, and I tolerate my privacy being violated everyday."

(y/n) didn't care how Llyr was going to react. Maybe Llyr was going to get angry, his emotions angry as the volatile and rocky waves during a thunderstorm, maybe drag them to the sea to torture them for air or, maybe, (y/n) would successfully talk some sense into the lovesick male and be taken back home to their tiny lighthouse by the beach.

"You're selfish, you know? I helped you, I befriended and fed you when you needed help but what did I get? I get to be taken away to some deserted island against my will and be forced to eat mangoes and coconuts by some clingy merman," (y/n) continued their assault on the poor merman's feelings.

Llyr couldn't understand fully what his beloved was saying but he knew they were mad; their feelings finally bubbling up and exploding from within. As his beloved kept roaring angrily, the merman cowered in fear and shame. Llyr wanted to calm them down but he didn't quite know how to. With one last angry and frustrated scream, (y/n) stormed off toward the middle of the island where Llyr won't be able to follow them.

Llyr froze in his spot as he tried to keep himself together. HIs eyes began to water as he bit his lip at the thought of not taking good enough care of his beloved. Was he simply not good enough? His lover was in distress and not living happily with him and Llyr had no idea how to fix that.

His eyes then trailed to the peeled mango, now forgotten on the sand. Now that Llyr thought about it, (y/n) has only been eating those ever since he brought them here. Were they dissatisfied with the food?

Llyr frowned to himself. How dumb he had been. He's only been focusing on fulfilling his physical needs and he completely neglected his own beloved's needs.

Llyr began to ponder on what he could give to (y/n) to fix everything. Llyr could try to feed his beloved fish like what he had been eating but, Llyr was such a terrible hunter that hunting food for two would take up so much time; time that the merman could be using to spend time doting on his beloved.

But what else could he do? This was the bare necessities that were necessary and Llyr ultimately knew that he had to deal with it if he even wanted a chance to make his beloved lover smile again.

And so, with one last look filled with nervousness and longing, he dove into the sea to gather food for both him and his beloved.

(y/n) wondered where the merman went when they realized that there was no sign of him anywhere in the body of water surrounding her little cluster of islands.

Had the merman decided to abandon them after their outburst? If they did then shit they have to transform into a real-life Robinson Crusoe.

During the time Llyr disappeared into thin air, (y/n) decided to do all the suspicious things they weren't able to do with the merman around. Things like diving to find how the merman went in and out of the cluster of islands and even began attempting to climb the wall-like mountains that surround the cluster of islands like a cage. They eventually decided to stop due to exhaustion and in case the merman came back anytime soon but their midday activities did not end in vain. They found a small and obscure gap underwater which they assumed that it's how Llyr had taken them in but it was too deep and cramped for (y/n) to go through. They also found out that it was possible to climb up the mountain surrounding the islands albeit very hard and energy consuming that they barely made it halfway.

(y/n) finally made their way back to the main island that they normally resided in when they heard strangled sobs and pathetic shouts of her name from the distance. (y/n) could only assume that it belonged to Llyr and with how distressed he sounded, it was because he couldn't find them.

When (y/n) finally got to where the wails came from, (y/n) was met with a crying merman with two little fish and a squid piled on the sand beside him. When the merman finally noticed that (y/n) was looking at him, he let out a choked wail for their name.

"(y/n)! Where were you? I so sorry! I so bad at getting fish for you! But I will try my best next time," Llyr cried as he felt pathetic since he was such a bad hunter for his lover.

(y/n) could only sigh as they made their way to the crying merman and his not-so-fruitful catches of the day. In an instant, Llyr began to cling onto (y/n) when they were within his grasp. As the merman sobbed onto (y/n)'s dirty shirt, they could only sigh as they picked up one of the fishes the silver-haired merman caught. (y/n) wanted to stay angry but they couldn't help but feel bad when they saw him in such distress.

"Whatever, it's enough for me. Thanks," (y/n) said as they petted the merman's damp hair softly to try and calm him down. The merman looked up to his beloved's face with surprised tearful eyes as he began to hug them tighter due to the relief that they still somewhat appreciated what they attempted to do for them that day.

(A/N) HI I PROMISE I'M NOT DEAD JUST VERY VERY BUSY. To everyone reading, thank you for being patient. I was so very busy with school and it paid off since the school gave me a scholarship that makes me only pay less than $100 every month basically and I'm super proud of it! On top of that, I finally was able to get myself a table and chair so that means I don't have to study with those tables you can fold and take everywhere anymore! (dw it's not as sad as it sounds lmao)

ANYWAYS ENOUGH WITH THE RAMBLING I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE UPDATE AND I'LL SEE YOU ALL NEXT TIME WEEEE

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