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yuyinesque · 17 hours
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WOMANEATER | “𝗒-𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗁-𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗒…”
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⚘ précis. ≡ you're a therapist in a psyche ward, and your new patient isn't one you're particularly experienced with.
⚘ disclaimers. ≡ yandere!incel & psyche ward!therapist y/n, afab!reader (no fem-aligned prns used), physical violence, compulsive masturbation, hypersexuality, misogyny & women-blaming, usage of “bitch”, mentions of post-traumatic stress disorder (ptsd); obsessive behavior; delusion (secondary erotomania); age regressing; & urine, manipulation (guilt-tripping & gaslighting), mentions of suicide & self harm, implied rape fantasies & perversion.
⚘ category. ≡ nsft headcanons.
⚘ wc. ≡ 781.
𖦥 m.list. oc.list
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🧷 yandere!incel who is a scrub-wearing individual who wears stoic expressions like they’re permanent masks, though at times the said mask tends to falter vastly when he’s around any woman; even fem-presenting figures drives him an inch deeper towards insanity. he’s picked numerous fights with women and only women, even when they’ve done nothing but walked past him. the fights were always prompted by truculence and defense, as for he would disclose evident signs that he was terrified of said woman, completely convinced that they were after him in some sort of ill manner, so he strikes before they even get the chance to blink. because of this, he’s been isolated away from female figures, and only male characters were capable of catering to him, as he was indifferent towards them. well, every male but you, a female.
🧷 yandere!incel who is quite the handful for inexperienced, psyche ward!therapist darling, as for they haven’t dealt with a patient with such a high caliber of disorders; their worst case so far was a suicidal woman who was diagnosed with type one bipolar. one session with the individual was enough to question your overall abilities. i mean, he despised you. at least that’s what you believed.
🧷 yandere!incel who is tired of you cheating on him with other patients! this is why he’s so angry towards you specifically, but he won’t say. however, he’s also completely infatuated with you; have i also mentioned completely horrified with you? you’ve noticed each time you would change your tone slightly, he would convert into a fretful mouse, apologizing incessantly as tears glossed his dark, beady eyes, also slipping up by referring to you as “mother” in a small, infantile voice. you concluded it was because you reminded him of such, and she was primarily the reason why he feared and hated women so much. motherly abuse.
🧷 yandere!incel who would have his calmer days since he was genuinely interested in his spouse. he’s never had a woman so madly in love with him, so it not only fed his ego, but causes his dick to swell with cum each time you evinced signs that confirmed you were oso desperate for his attention. with the way you sit up when you walk in, reassure him that everything will be fine, or even going out of your way to smile in such a lecherous manner. it angered him, especially when he begins groping his hardened crotch in front of you and complaining about you and your whorish antics. you would ignore him in response or threaten to cut the meeting short, which prompts a loud, slur-screaming, victim-blaming outburst in response.
🧷 “you’re such a bitch, you hear me?! a bitch! and a bitch li-like you shouldn’t even be alive! luring me, t-teasing me—all women are just a bunch of fffffucking sluts!!”
🧷 yandere!incel who also showed signs of hypersexuality and exhibitionism. he was a chronic masturbator, pleasuring himself to the most horrific things with your face in mind. just the thought of keeping you in your place by forcing you to perform taboo acts on the receptionist desk as everyone watched rotted his mind.
🧷 yandere!incel who would try to convince you that he doesn’t hate you only to voice his hatred towards you the next week. then he’d not only do that, but then claim that he’s never done such with tears in his eyes, finding your scoldings utterly unnecessary and so mean. there was even a time where you lost your patience and raised your voice at him, immediately causing him to not only an apologetic rant, but to begin pissing himself in the chair he was trembling and sobbing on, the strong scent of ammonia filling the room during the process.
🧷 yandere!incel who needed your touch or he’ll perform said disgraceful acts. there was a day where he pleaded for just a hug from you if he was good the whole week. once you confirmed it, he did just that. no fights, no arguments, nothing. he even apologized for freezing up and screaming at the poor, feminine soul that walked near him. you knew it was against the rules to be this affectionate towards patients, but you couldn’t break a promise. and so, you did—hugged him. awkwardly, even. he was rather short, so his face was buried within your chest, and the boner pressed against your thigh only made you feel nauseous, but not as nauseous as his next, ominous set of words.
🧷 “y-you better hope these h-hands hold mercy on your.. body once i luh-latch them onto you…”
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yanaleese · 1 day
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trigger warning for mentions of suicide! ignore this ask if it makes you uncomfortable.
what would happen if darling would rather take their own life or run away because they don’t wanna be with karma due to the danger that comes with simply being with him?
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there's your answer
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raine-soft · 2 days
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🅐🅣🅣🅡🅐🅒🅣 ​ 🅐🅝🅓 ​ 🅖🅐🅢🅟
The wolf and bunny
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‧˚꒰🐾꒱༘⋆Everyone needs someone sweet, tender, a special little person who brings joy to your life, that ray of light in the midst of the darkness. Nick, unfortunately, found it in you and well, in exchange for being his emotional support, he would take care of you all the time.
ʚ🥕ɞYou were protected by everyone because of your clumsiness and your impulsivity, you never thought about the consequences of your actions, you never thought if it would affect you. Nick took it upon himself to take care of yourself, taking care of you because you had little or no sense of survival.
✩♬ ₊˚.🎧You left your apartment in a hurry to go to university, Nick finished his degree a long time ago and had a lot of money, so he could see you on his cameras all the time. Nick noticed that you left the stove on, again, he went to turn it off while he wondered how you survived without his care, you were so distracted that you didn't even notice your bed made, your clothes organized, your dishes clean, the food in the refrigerator that was never left. Finished, the medications you had on your desk when you needed them, your pet fed and bathed all the time. Nick studied you all the time, he knew your clothing size, your style of clothing, your favorite color, your favorite food, he knew everything about you; He was just waiting for the precise moment to be able to take you into his arms and finally claim you as of your property. He thought he deserved a reward for taking care of you, so at night he went and put you to sleep with chloroform so he could fully masturbate with your naked body. He wouldn't do anything. That you wouldn't want, but maybe a small reward wouldn't be bad at all.
₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎ Nick had been studying you for months, thinking about how to approach you, and finally he found it: Approach your brother. Well, he was a smart guy with money, which made life easy squared away, he knew that your brother was going to rent the apartment to share it, but he had to be trustworthy, and who could be more trustworthy than the guy who met you? Brother in a bar for spoiled rich people and who shared some cannabis with him. Yes, you and your brother were stupid enough to invite a dangerous stranger to stay at your house. Nick felt victorious to finally be so close to his beloved, it was like being close to his favorite artist. Nick arrived in his expensive car and took his things down, then left them in a room next to you that was your property. You approached with an apple pie, although you didn't know anything about how to take care of yourself, you knew how to cook perfectly, Nick saw you with a nervous smile. In your face.
Y/N: Here, I made this for you Nick: T-thank you <3 Y/N: You're welcome.
🂾⛦☯ And so you were able to strengthen his strong obsession with you. Are you perhaps so perfect to be everything he is looking for? He doesn't know it, but now he loves you more, and he will take a photo of the pie to keep it with the thousands of other stupid things he stole.
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hardly-a-p3rson · 2 days
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I'm the pathetic needy worshipping type so I need a manipulative cold controlling type
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dollyslyfe · 2 days
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Hide me away from everyone, keep me to yourself <3
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illicit-eclipse · 3 days
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you are mine, as I am yours.
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elryuse · 3 days
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*cough cough* yandere Lily showing you the wedding band meaning you're her husband now. can I request a yandere ex-gf Lily?
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Dangerous Melody!
YANDERE LILY X MALE READER
The faint smell of bleach stung Lily's nostrils, a counterpoint to the metallic tang that clung to the worn chopping board. She stared down at the discarded blonde hair, the vibrant color now a dull, lifeless mess, mirroring the hollowness that gnawed at her. Minnie, another pretty face removed from the equation.
Lily used to mock Y/n's obsession with K-Pop. Now, she was the one consumed by it, living through his memories, fueled by a twisted jealousy that had curdled into a horrifying obsession. Y/n, her Y/n, the nerdy guy who used to stammer compliments about her singing voice, was now a rising star. He was surrounded by a glittering constellation of K-Pop idols - (G)-Idle, Kep1er, ITZY - each a potential threat.
The initial thrill of revenge, of watching them fall one by one - a "clumsy" fall for Miyeon, a "sudden illness" for Chaeryeong - had morphed into a chilling emptiness. The closer they got to Y/n, the further he seemed to drift, withdrawing from the public eye, a ghost haunted by fame.
One rainy night, Lily found herself huddled in a doorway opposite Y/n's old apartment. She'd become a stalker, her once carefully curated social media presence abandoned, her life consumed by the flickering glow of his window.
A lone figure emerged, his silhouette obscured by the downpour. He moved with the slumped shoulders of a defeated man, the rain blurring the lines of his tear-streaked face. Y/n. Her Y/n, a broken shell of the boy she used to know.
Anger, raw and hot, pulsed through her veins. All this suffering, all this scheming, for a man who didn't even fight for her? He wasn't worth the effort, the thrill of the chase. But a cold, unsettling voice whispered in the back of her mind – he was hers. He'd always been hers.
The next morning, Lily stood before his building, a manic glint in her normally cool blue eyes. The security guard, a young man who'd always fawned over her fleeting visits, stammered in surprise.
"Miss Lily? But Mr. Y/n doesn't want guests."
Lily's lips curved into a chilling smile. "He doesn't have a choice anymore, does he?"
The fear in the guard's eyes was a balm to her frayed nerves. Her fingers closed around the handle of a heavy duffel bag, its contents a terrifying promise.
Y/n didn't notice the rustle of movement outside his window until a bloodcurdling scream pierced the night. He threw it open, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of Lily, her face streaked with a mixture of rain and something much redder.
"Lily?" He whispered, his voice thick with terror. "What… what have you done?"
Her smile was predatory, devoid of any warmth. "Oh, Y/n," she purred, her voice laced with a chilling sweetness. "Just making sure there are no more distractions. Now, come here."
Before he could react, Lily lunged, dragging a rusty chain with shackles from her bag. Her grip was surprisingly strong for someone so petite, the cold metal biting into his skin as she secured them.
"We'll be together again," she crooned, her voice a chilling melody. "Forever this time."
He struggled against the restraints, his voice hoarse with a mixture of fear and loathing. "Lily, no! You're insane!"
"Insane? Perhaps," she conceded, her eyes glinting with a terrifying amusement. "But only for you, my love."
Ignoring his pleas, she hoisted him onto her shoulder, his screams swallowed by the sounds of the rain. The once vibrant city lights blurred past in a dizzying kaleidoscope, a cruel reminder of the life he was being ripped away from.
Their destination – a secluded cabin nestled deep in the woods, a place she'd inherited from a distant relative. There, in the heart of isolation, a twisted love story bloomed. A love bound by fear and obsession, where Y/n became Lily's captive, a broken idol trapped in a gilded cage of her own making.
The K-Pop world mourned their missing star, whispers of foul play turning into cold acceptance. But for Y/n, trapped in the suffocating darkness of their love-turned-prison, there was no more music, no more fans. Only the horrifying reality of his ex-lover, now a monster, and the chilling words that echoed through the lonely cabin: "Forever, Y/n. Forever with me."
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ur-darling-deity · 2 days
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meowstarzz · 3 days
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I need me a basement dweller with trust issues to obsess over me...
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xblood-sugarx · 4 months
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gurodarling · 16 days
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i wait for your notification like a puppy waiting for its owner.
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yanaleese · 2 days
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Meet Karma's 2nd brother, Kallisto!
The lore you've all been waiting for!
Raised in the Sangre household, Karma had to deal with five of his brothers. The most problematic one being Kallisto, since he's known to be more violent and ferocious than the rest - which is why people nickname him 'Honey Badger'.
However, when he's around his brothers, he is a lot more calmer and controlled - especially towards Karma. This is because has a soft spot for Karma and unfortunately has developed...a disgusting obsession of his older brother (EWW).
But after Karma abandoned his position as heir, Kallisto has grown a lot more colder and psychotic without Karma. Nowadays, only a very small number of people can keep him on a leash, much less keep his attention on anything but bloody fights.
But imagine his surprise when he founds out where Karma is...and where YOU are.
Consider yourself screwed.
Mafia! Karma, with his brother Kallisto (right), and his toher brother, █████ (left):
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Also Mafia! Karma:
"Kallisto and I are finished here."
"Understood, Master Karma."
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Kallisto, doing his job:
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Also attempted to do Kallisto as a wallpaper (feel free to use, just @ me):
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In conclusion, to summarize their relationship:
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Stay tuned for more comics related to Karma's lore (will be released super soon!)
And if you have any questions about Mafia! Karma and Kallisto, feel free to add it to my inbox!
Thank you! <3
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thatonedeadboi · 5 days
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There's no such thing as too clingy. Too obsessive. Too possessive. Too needy with me. Give me all that you are. Every part of you, even the ones you dislike. Show me your scars and watch me adore you anyway.
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hardly-a-p3rson · 21 hours
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creepy anons~ please creepy anons~ I wanna become obsessed with you creepy anons♡
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dollyslyfe · 21 hours
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I love clingy yanderes!! Hold me as close as you physically can, cling to me and bury me under all your weight<33
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