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[ozzgin]

I love your reader insert stuff!! The yandere yazuka series was vvvv entertaining, I wish I had a big scary gangster to scare away my stalker lol

If you are open to requests, how about Idol!Reader x Yandere!Bodyguard. I love the trope so much, and I'm interested and what you'd do with the idea. No worries if you're not interested tho!

Best wishes

-🌟

I just finished writing it and you've got me punching the air with your prompt. It wasn't really my thing but I'm now sold. Thank you for the trope idea. :’)

Yandere!Bodyguard x Idol!Reader (I)

Short scenario featuring your bodyguard that takes his duty a little too seriously. Not that you’d mind…

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

TW: violence

(Cover from the manga “A girl and her guard dog”)

"Fantastic show tonight!"

The older man guides you in and closes the door behind him. You smile warmly and seat yourself on the sofa. He quickly follows, although at a terribly uncomfortable proximity. His legs are pressed against yours and he extends an arm behind you, pretending to stretch. You shuffle awkwardly and lock your hands in your lap. You can already tell where this is going.

"With your talent, I'm confident we could triple the number of attendants. We just need a bigger venue." He nods at you and taps your thigh with his other free hand as encouragement. You notice the wedding band digging into his skin. 

"Alas, let us not waste the evening with business talk. I'm sure a stunning lady like you has better things to do." He laughs at his own compliment and ponders for a minute. "In fact, why don't we have dinner together? I know a great restaurant in the area."

You open your mouth to speak, but are distracted by the sudden, mild pressure on your leg. Somehow, his greasy fingers have wandered further up in the time you listened to his shameless offer. You've been in this career for long enough to guess what such proposals entail. If you say no, best case scenario he presses further, calling you a stuck up bitch and reminding you who has the power in this partnership. Worst case scenario, he leaves the room and the calls and invitations to perform will gradually drop. 

Yet your situation is special, benefitting from an additional possibility. A loophole, if you may.

Should you scream? Oh, he always gets so angry when you act scared. It's an immediate trigger. He really has a soft spot for your glistening, frightened eyes. You glance up one final time at the perverted smirk silently disregarding you. If you are to be honest with yourself, you'd very much enjoy seeing it wiped off forever. Why not? You're feeling particularly mean today.

So without hesitation, you release a high pitched yell of help. The door bursts open and the hinges creak. A tall, toned man walks in, and without a word he lunges at the manager, pulling him by the collar of his cheap dress jacket. You hold your cheeks dramatically, and bat your eyelashes at your bodyguard.

"H-he tried to molest me..." you mumble between sobs.

That's all he needs to proceed. Now the real fun begins. You can hear the muffled screams of protest. The bones crack and the flesh bends under his iron fists. Standing before your bodyguard, they all end up looking like ragdolls. Comically limp and weak, folding and breaking with no resistance. It amuses you greatly.

When did it all begin? You can't remember anymore. You were in your early years and this scary looking stranger entered your little backstage room. His explanation was brief and to the point: as your fame increases, so will the threats to your safety. He was appointed as your bodyguard. You couldn't care less, so you just shrugged. 

You've always been on the playful side. Not necessarily rude, just some innocent tease and banter wherever it's well received. Seeing him so quiet and stoic, you couldn't help but try to push his buttons: changing in front of him and requiring his assistance, occasionally asking him to pick you up and carry you because you could no longer walk. Naturally you would've stopped at the first complaint, but that's the strange part: no reaction ever came. He went along with everything. You assumed it's part of the job. Celebrities aren't known for their good manners, so hiring someone that loses their temper easily would be a fast ticket to termination.

Then you had your first encounter with one of the unpleasant fans you've been warned about. You could only stare in terror at your bodyguard's feral, unhinged reaction. The unfortunate fan's face was so disfigured, you wondered if anyone could ever manage to fix it back into shape. The bodyguard was panting and you could see the sweat coating his face and chest. You were rather confident there were many other ways to deal with it and this wasn't on the recommended list. Thus you felt compelled to ask the million dollar question:

"You act like a jealous spouse. Do you have a crush on me or something?"

You kind of regretted your audacity towards a man that had just nearly killed someone. But his features softened instantly and he turned to you, wiping his forehead and straightening his collar. 

"I suppose so. Is that an issue?"

As you stared ahead, processing his unbothered act, you sensed your cheeks feverishly burning. Uh oh. You hadn't anticipated such a nonchalant confession. You thought back to all the times you stood before him, bare and flirty. Was he merely holding back his urges the entire time? Or was he finally paying you back for all the teasing? Then again, his face didn't betray any hint of humor.

"I've never heard you joke before", you decided to test the waters.

"I'm not. Why would I joke about something like this?" He gazed at you incredulously. 

As somber and honest as ever. Well, that would indeed explain why he'd let you get away with the cheeky behavior. The more you considered it, the more entranced you became with the idea of indulging in such a relationship. As a famous idol, you couldn't be seen dating anyone. One rumor of you having a boyfriend and the agency would've had your ass suspended. But no one said anything about messing around with your bodyguard. He has to be with you all the time, so no one would suspect a thing. And you could definitely expand his list of responsibilities. You'd been terribly stressed lately, after all, and an outlet to release your frustrations would be most welcomed. Your bodyguard would never refuse pleasing his beloved.

You chuckled and pulled him towards your dressing room, giddy with excitement. Something about his imposing presence, like a wild animal that had just escaped from the leash, aroused you to no end. You've had your share of crazy fans, but this was the cherry on top. 

"Should we leave?"

You're jolted out of your daydreams by his low, rough voice. Ah, you missed the grand finale. Too bad. The bodyguard approaches you, with the shirt wrinkled and the top buttons popped open under the shuffle of his vicious attack. You can feel the knot forming in your stomach.

"Not yet. You know how I get when you act like this..." You pout and look away. "You need to take care of me first."

He grins at your last statement.

"Of course. Is the sofa okay?"

You nod.

"Then let's get you undressed, miss."

Is this what they call a scary dog privilege? 

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[forbidden-sunlight]

platonic yandere! Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader scenario

Warnings: aged-up! reader [in early to late twenties], ooc, overprotective! Alastor, possessive behavior, implied yandere!vox, stalking, knowledge based on the six episodes of the 2024 season.

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Hey guys, welcome back to another Hazbin Hotel fic, starring Hell's one and only Radio Demon, Alastor and his little darling!

Special thanks to @witch-of-the-writing-desk and @isuckatwritingsobenice for providing criticism and feedback.

As always, bullying is not tolerated here. If you have nothing nice to say, please do not say it. Furthermore, if you believe the warnings listed above will make you uncomfortable, please leave now.

For those who have decided to stay, sit back, relax, and let's see what's going on for tonight's broadcast :)

Tomorrow was your turn for Show and Tell. 

According to Charlie’s lesson plan, it is an activity where your interests and stories are shared with a group of people. But you did not know what you could share with everyone. 

They know why you are here at the hotel. 

They know you were ex-military. 

They know you have prosthetic arms after you lost them in the war. 

They know you were an Auto Memory Doll for the Lieutenant’s company.

They know many things about you…what is else there to talk about? You had thought long and hard but nothing came to mind. Your Remington typewriter is only used for work. The only ones who would even be remotely interested in its history were Alastor and Sir Pentious. Including your nightgown and tool kit to fix your hands, there is nothing else in the hotel that is under your possession except for a crimson parasol that the Alastor had gifted to you.

That was when you remembered something. A difficult man who lived by a lake. A man who struggled to write his next play until he asked you to take the pale blue parasol and….

You could show them that. However, there is no lake around the Pride Ring. The closest thing to an ocean was in another ring. Nor is there one here at the hotel because it stood on top of a hill. Yet…there is someone who is capable of conjuring something like that with a snap of his fingers. The Radio Demon.

Would he actually hear your request or simply say ‘no’ with a boisterous laugh was another question entirely. Your redemption was on the line here….at this point….you might have to make a deal with him after all. So you sought him out in his radio station in the hotel’s west wing. You had heard from Niffty that he was planning a special show this evening to celebrate his return. When you knocked on the door, he called to see who is the delightful visitor who has come to see him when he is quite busy at the moment. 

“It’s me, sir.” You said. “Permission to enter?” You asked. Some habits were difficult to forget, especially when in the presence of a cannibal gentleman, as Vaggie has referred to Alastor. In the nicest way possible. 

You only heard silence on the other side of the door. Assuming that he was not in the mood or struck speechless at the absurdity of your idea, you spoke again. “My apologies, Alastor. I didn't mean to disturb you. I will see you at dinner.”

 You took a step away from the door, bowing your head. “I wish you good luck with your radio broadcast.” You turned around, grabbing the wrought-iron railing leading back down to the main floor with your gloved hand. You only took one step when the door leading to Alastor’s office swung open. You looked over your shoulder and saw Alastor leaning out of the doorway, wearing a wide grin as his bright red irises locked onto your gaze. “I’m sorry to disturb you,” You began. “I’ll ask Charlie if I could do something else for my Show and Tell presentation -”

“Nonsense, my dear!” He exclaimed. You watched his lanky form dissipate into wispy darkness, slithering across the floor and beneath your feet. Your mouth opened to interject that it was truly all right, but your body was not listening. Instead of leaving the Radio Demon to his work, you walked back up the stairs and straight into Alastor’s office. But you were not in control of your body. It had moved on its own. 

 The door closed behind you with a loud click, and you were seated on a couch adjacent to what appeared to be the soundboard. A shadow crawling out from the sleek wooden floor and up the golden bear claw of the furniture, twisting and writhing until he appeared by your side. “I didn’t know you could do that.” You said finally.

“Oh, I can do many things, darling~!” He said, leaning forward. “And do not fret over my listeners, they will get their daily dose of perfection as promised~! Now then, how can I help you?” 

“I have an idea.” You replied. You then went on to explain what you wanted to do…but you were not sure if it could be pulled off.  You clasped your gloved hands together, squeezing them in your lap. “Please be honest…is it possible for you to do this for me? I am willing to make a deal with you. Not for my soul because it is not worth anything to someone of your caliber as an overlord…but I am willing to do a favor for you.” 

He stared at you for a long moment, still smiling as he tilted his head to one side. A high-pitched static noise bounced off of the walls till silence filled the room again. 

“In the first place my dear there is no such thing as an unworthy soul, though I could name a few individuals. Certainly not yours. However, I will agree that granting this favor for your soul is asking for too much for something too little. Instead, let’s do a simple deal. Quid pro quo, if you will~! I do this for you, and you will help me as I host my radio show. Bringing me food and water, screening phone calls, the basics. Your choice. And~! Before we agree to this, I must be the one to see this little presentation first. Not even Charlie will see it. It will ruin the fun~!” He held out his hand, green smoke twirling around his gloved fingers. “Do we have a deal?”

You glanced down at his hand, then back at his face before raising your own to your mouth. Tugging the leather glove off your teeth, it fell into your lap. You extended your hand, the dim lights bouncing off of your adamantine skeletal fingers as you gently placed them into his open palm. You looked back at him. “Is this acceptable?” You asked. “Our hands being like this instead of a handshake. I do not want to push any more boundaries or waste your time further.” 

Alastor looked down at your hands with a stupefied expression before he hummed, taking your mechanical wrist, holding your hand up and then….folding your hand over his own.

 “If you want to make this deal official, both parties must shake hands on it. Finger tapping doesn’t count~!” 

You watched the same green smoke from earlier envelop your intertwined hands, shifting into tiny skulls that circled around and around before disappearing entirely. The deal is made. You thought. Then you wondered, why is he still holding your hand? 

You looked at him. “Sir?”

“Hm? Oh, my apologies~!” He quickly withdrew his hand, standing up from the couch. You followed suit, confused a little at his sudden actions. 

“Now, let’s get started~!” He snapped his fingers again, and the vintage wallpaper of the radio station disappeared, replaced with the open, crimson skies of the Pride Ring. Looking around, you saw that the two of you were standing outside of the hotel. “So…you want to put the ‘lake’ here,” He said, pointing at the open space of the hill going down towards the city. “And you will be using a parasol while…performing this stunt?” 

“Yes.” You said. Then you realized that you did not have your own on hand. “It will…make it difficult to perform without it.”  And it was how Olive made it home after she had slayed the monster. To return to her father, whom she loved the most in the whole world.

“Fair enough.” Alastor said. “An act can’t be completed without the necessary props~!” 

You speculated that him snapping his fingers is either something he enjoyed immensely or it was just how he conjured his powers that were not affiliated with his manipulation of the shadows. You have come to this conclusion after careful observation of him, and your parasol quite literally popped out of thin air and in your hands suddenly. 

“Thank you.” You opened the parasol carefully, raising it over your head and now focused entirely on the space where the lake is supposed to be. Alastor hummed, and with the fourth snap of fingers, a foggy and inky body of water appeared several feet from both of you. Then he disappeared, his shadows slithering to the other side. He was ready. But were you? Yes. Yes, you were.

You stared at the water for a moment before taking three steps back, digging the heel of your boots into the ground. You bent your knees.

Then you took off.

Alastor thought you were a sweet little darling. Despite being insightful and a quick learner, however, you were oblivious to the signs of someone who takes an interest in you romantically. But he does not dare think that sending random gifts to the hotel, stalking someone through the cameras around the city whenever you leave the hotel for work or to run errands for Charlie, or even trying to ‘coincidentally’ mention your name and antagonize him on his broadcast  qualifies. Alastor knows that Vox is doing it. He knows why, because the clout video podcast is bold to assume that you are his lover, the Radio Demon’s lover. 

Ha! No. Not at all. You were simply someone who entertained him and needed protection from licentious fellows who would not hesitate to take advantage of your innocence and ensnare you in a contract. That will not happen. So unless Vox wants to make an appearance on his broadcast as a new voice for all of Hell to hear, the fucking egoistical piece of shit had better keep his distance. 

But imagine his surprise when you approached him for help. You, the person who would rather try to figure everything out on your own! Why, he was delighted~! 

Granted it was for one of Charlie’s silly exercises, yet how could he not take advantage of this opportunity to get to know his darling a little bit more? So he offered a deal with you, listing the terms and the two of you shook on it…though he had to put your hand around his in a handshake. You were still wary of him, no doubt, and knew he did not like being touched. Suppose there was a benefit of working under Rosie as her secretary in his absence. 

No doubt she told stories about you as much as she told him about you. She would go on about how efficient you were, how you always showed up on time and dressed appropriately as per the rules of the Cannibal Colony, etc. Why, she told him so much about you that he had been curious to meet you~! 

And he was not disappointed. 

Now, as he watched you gracefully leap across the murky lake he had conjured, the parasol held high over your head in your gloved hand, Alastor was spellbound at the sight. His smile grew wider, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle. But he refused to allow himself to get dirty again and pay another visit to the tailor; that was why he kept several feet away from the water, and he chose not to appear on the opposite side of the lake, as much as he’d like to. Oh well, there was always next time.

You had almost slipped, however, when your back foot began to loose traction on the water.

Well…nothing wrong with providing a little assistance, as far as he is aware of.  

He summoned a tentacle from beneath the lake with a wave of his hand, letting you use it as leverage to bolster your speed and give you the stability needed to make one final leap to the opposite side. And you did, much to his delight and yours. When you smiled brightly at him….well, he was very pleased. He had just witnessed a new expression that he was quite sure no one else has seen since your arrival at the hotel. He chuckled darkly. He watched you walk back to him, face flushed, still clutching the parasol in one hand and the other one raising your skirt so that you wouldn’t tumble over your feet. 

My, my, you truly are a fascinating soul.” He remarked, a hint of ominous delight in his voice. He had no doubt that you will dazzle everyone with your performance tomorrow and with his help. Afterwards…well, there will be no way for Vox to interfere. Oh, this was going to be entertaining. 

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[diejager]

if you don't mind can i ask for your take on civilian s/o and yandere makarov? i wonder how he behave around an s/o who's like the opposite of him (like they're kind, gentle and has not known violence ever). hcs or short scenario or anything depends on you i don't mind (there's a drought of makarov content tbh 😮‍💨).

thanks for considering this and please take your time. have a good day 😚.

”Love” Cw: manipulation, obsessive behaviour, delusions of love, humain training, forceful taking, verbal abuse, tell me if I missed any.

Makarov doesn’t love. He knew how to, but he never truly did. He couldn’t with the heart and mind he grew up cultivating, to build his empire and strength, dwindling his heart’s empathy. Ironically, such ignorance towards love only increased his obsession, the amount of it that would only climb higher and higher, because in a sense, the loss of such emotions lead to a loss of a limit, driving him to insane lengths to achieve what he had his mind on.

He only knew death and bloodshed, the destruction of the mundane and corruption of the innocent, being the source of the rot and decay in the cells of a flower, to make it wilt and dust. Perhaps that’s where his interest in the normal stemmed, that curiosity that would someday bloom into obsession. He searched for an object of obsession, something - someone - to put all this attention on, something tangible, solid under his hands and malleable to his intentions. Despite his lack of time to dawdle, to spend on meaningless affairs, he found the perfect subject, someone so starkly different from him and his world.

There was a dichotomy in Makarov’s world, the harshness of war, battle and conquering of countries, and the deceptive softness in his eyes, the gentle touch of his scarred and calloused hands, and the coo with his sly tongue. You were the only softness in his life, a civilian he -one day - decided to pick up from the streets, bright-eyed and innocent to the horror he saw and spear-headed. Your tired eyes untouched by his mind and your scarless body free of any conflict that he could start with a simple wave of his hand.

There’s a need in his mind to see this innocence wilt away, to pry your mind of any autonomy and freedom you’ve lived with. Makarov wanted a doll, something soft and precious he could corrupt with words and ruin with his hands, deceptively gentle and loving, a poem spilling from a cruel smirk and eyes gleaming darkly. He has his ways to turn you into a thing of his imagination, to make you into his willing Russian doll, layer over layer of maliciousness and subservience.

He’s a man of culture, letting the people under him do all the dirty work. Despite all the viciousness and madness in his being, he doesn’t hit, he doesn’t abuse the object of his obsession, that was reserved for men lower than him, poor and mindless men. Rather, he preferred manipulation, well-thought words used in right situation to have you crawling back to him for safety, protection and comfort. He wanted you to come to him on your own, to make your pliant and uncaring of the wider view. He, after all, took you for himself, to endure himself in a second source of power.

Makarov has a silver tongue, whispering words into your ears that take root, your doubts and fears growing in the depth of your heart, bringing you closer to the man who promised to protect you. His fingers wiping away your tearful cheeks, pearly gems rolling down your cheek as he teases you about being worried. You shouldn’t be so fearful with him beside you, he’s your warden, your all-powerful and dependable lover.

He won’t let a shred of suspicion towards him fester, it’ll be dealt with swiftly with the call of your name, breaking down your vulnerable mind and building it back up in his image, his opinions were yours, his thoughts were yours, his goals were yours. So much so that you were his, knowing fundamentally that whatever he said goes.

”мой маленький цветок,” he mumbled, pressing his lips against yours, hands soft but wandering, laying down chains over your waist, around your dainty wrists and tightening the collar around your neck, keeping the hold on your mind, “You did so well, I’m proud of you.”

Positive reinforcement. He often used positive reinforcement to deepen his hold, to sink his teeth into your clean soul. Sweetened words with a voice he taught you to crave and possessive touches of bloody hands with intentions that he blinded you of, finding a way to make you want them.

“What do you say?” His hand traveled up your jaw, featherlight fingers cradling your ear and cheek until it stopped under your chin, tilting your head to look at his narrowed eyes, proud and dark.

“Thank you, Vladimir.”

He smiled, a thin-lipped grin.

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[itsabouttimex2]

Hi hope it’s not to late to request yandere demon bull family , with reader having a crush on MK please 🙏

Bullfam reacts to dating MK

(Alternate Scenario)

Red Son’s reaction closely mirrors MK’s in the Monkiefam scenario, just far more severe and less quick to open up to the idea of his little sibling dating.

As the seasons go on, he’s more and more likely to grudgingly accept your relationship with the filthy, awful, empty-brained, plan-wrecking, noodle-making peasant. By season four, he’ll have a severely vitriolic view of your relationship, but will very unhappily accept that MK not only makes you happy, but also keeps you safe.

In season one? He explodes into a blind rage and temporarily switches his plans from taking over the city/world to outright killing his rival.

You sigh as you step into your room, where your brother is, but has no right to be, in your personal opinion. You feel more of a mild annoyance at him going through your things than anything else, though. He does this regularly, giving his reasons as “keeping you out of trouble” and “making sure you aren’t up to anything”.

Today is the first day after years of relentless searching that he finds something.

Red Son’s hand trembles with an emotion you can’t quite place, holding an item you can’t quite see. You peek closer, shifting to look around his shoulder.

It’s your phone, with your messages open.

And he’s looking through the chats you’ve had with MK.

“Y/N! EXPLAIN YOURSELF RIGHT NOW, YOU- YOU- YOU ABSOLUTE BUFFOON! HOW DARE YOU?! RUNNING AROUND WITH THE DEMON BULL FAMILY’S GREATEST ENEMY?! DO WE MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?! DO YOU NOT LOVE US? DO YOU LOVE HIM MORE THAN US?!”

He throws your phone to the ground, crushing it with a flaming foot. Then that fire begins to spread.

Flames gush freely from his hands, his eyes, his hair, all setting him alight in a brutal display of the power he wields. The fire he spews grows hotter and brighter until almost all of his body is consumed by an eye-searing light. You’re forced to turn your head and cover your eyes. There’s nothing you can do to stop him right now, and you certainly can’t go running to your parents, either.

Even if they did decide to step in and force him to stand down, it would mean revealing to them your relationship with the first and foremost obstacle to their plans and schemes. They might even go so far as to fan his fury, encouraging him as he sets off on a one-man warpath towards Megapolis, and with it, MK.

The best and safest option here is to bite the bullet and desperately apologize and start to beg for him to calm down. Tell him that you’re sorry for keeping secrets, for getting into a relationship without his knowledge or consent, for sneaking around with his rival. Tell him you’ll call the whole thing off and break up with MK if he just calms down and stops burning things, if he promises not to hurt anybody. If you cry and tremble as you make promise after promise, there’s a better chance it’ll work.

And though your pleading does slowly get through to Red Son, his anger is only ever so slightly mitigated. Shaking so fiercely that he threatens to combust once more, he grips your shoulder with just enough strength to leave a bruise and throws you into your closet, locking it behind you before stomping off to speak with his parents about what you’ve been doing.

You’re left alone, sniffling and shaking in the dark, sitting with your legs against your chest in the enclosed space.

Things are bad, already. And then you hear soft footsteps, and you know they’re about to get worse.

Thankfully for you, your mother comes to see you before your father does.

Princess Iron Fan is the calmest and most reasonable of the three, with iron-lined nerves and a perpetually composed demeanor. You’re lucky, really. If it had been your brother again, or; god forbid, your father… at least her coming here gives them both a chance to cool off from the news while she tends to you.

She slowly unlocks and opens the closet, looking down at your huddled form. Whether she looks at you with pity, reproach or disappointment is impossible to distinguish by face and body language alone.

Even when she kneels down in the closet to meet you face-to-face, her emotions are utterly indistinguishable. Your heart pounds frantically, terror mounting inside you. The red-robed demon shakes her head and sighs softly at your panicked expression, opening her arms to you.

“My poor, foolish child. Come to your mother.”

Princess Iron Fan might be evil, might be married to a would-be world conquerer, might be willing to throw children around in a fight… but she adores her family above all else. So she takes pity upon seeing your tears and brings you into a hug, letting you rest your teary eyes on her shoulder.

She’s still mad, of course. But she’ll preserve her image of you being a precious and innocent treasure that she simply must protect by shifting the majority of the blame to MK, deeming him a “bad influence”. You’re still getting locked up nice and tight in the fortress, of course. You’ll be put in a room with a door that’s too heavy for you to push open, trapping you inside even without taking into account that your parents seal it with locks both iron and arcane, just to keep you extra “safe” from someone who never posed any threat to you whatsoever.

“My naive little Y/N,” she coos into your ear with sickly-sweetness, tightening her arms around you. “Was my foolish child led astray by a petty, rebellious mortal? I had thought you were readier for the world, wiser to the tricks of it’s people… but I see now that I was wrong.”

Your heart clenches at her manipulative words, her loving but sharp tongue driving stakes into your quickly diminishing self-esteem. By framing a simple desire to grow up and develop a relationship as a severe personal failing on your end, she justifies locking you away. You can’t call her a bad person if she convinced you that it’s for your own good, after all.

She truly loves you, in spite of her manipulations. Iron Fan will be the one bringing you food and fresh clothing every morning, ensuring that you stay healthy and clean even through the long duration of your imprisonment grounding.

She sets you onto your feet, brushing off your clothes before cupping your cheek with one of her hands. “Come now. Your father wants to speak to you.”

All you can do from there is drag your feet along after her, dreading the inevitable confrontation that awaits you.

She brings you to the master room of the fortress, where the Demon Bull King awaits you, scorn leering from his eyes. She pushes you into the chamber, then shuts the iron door behind you with a powerful gust of wind, trapping you once more.

With leaden feet, you slowly walk forwards, head lowered to the ground so as to not make eye contact with your furious father. Once you stand before his throne, he leans forward.

With a long, clawed finger he reaches out to you. Carefully, he hooks his powerful and sharp nail under the bottom of your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

“Child,” he rumbles, his voice dangerously low and gravelly. “You have much to answer for. If I were you, I’d begin explaining… and quickly.”

Just as you did with your elder brother, and your mother soon after him, you take the most peaceful option you can, and try to placate. If it was just Red Son that was angry at you, you could run to your parents for sanctuary. If it was only Demon Bull King, you could seek out your mother and beg her to soothe his rage. Now that all of your family is enraged or upset, you have nowhere to run, no one to turn to.

“I… I’m sorry, father. I have no excuse.”

You do, actually. That excuse being that you’ve lived hundreds of years right beside them and have proven both your strength and maturity time and time again. Still, they treat you like a child and insist on hiding you away from the world and everyone within it.

“Please give me a chance to earn your forgiveness.”

You don’t want his forgiveness. You want your family to understand that you’ve grown up, enough that you have an interest in romantic relationships. You don’t want to have to fight to get them to acknowledge your feelings and desires.

Your father stares down at you with icy eyes, huffing and snarling. You know he wouldn’t truly harm you, of course. None of your family would. The mild bruise Red Son gave you just a short while ago was the worst any of them had ever hurt you , and even that was probably unintentional.

DBK leans back on his throne, unhanding your chin. Still, his eyes never leave yours, boring right through you.

“I see,” he says, his voice heavily guarded. “I see what the problem is.” The giant demon folds his arms as he rises from his throne, towering above you.

“You’ve been given too much room to roam, it seems. I have been gone for so long that you have forgotten the Bull clan’s mission.”

He raises his fist high, then swings it against the wall to sound a brutal clang that echoes through the room and causes your ears to painfully ring as you recoil.

“We are demons! We conquer, destroy, and rule! None stand in our way! We do not lower ourselves to commingle with mortals! We rise above the rabble, and crush them under our heels when they dare to resist!”

“Do you understand, Y/N?”

Swallowing the lump in your throat is painful, but you force yourself to do so anyways. If you want to soothe the anger you’ve inspired throughout your parents and brother, then you have to take the high road and play nice for your own sake.

Not only for your own sake, but for MK’s as well. Their anger is directed between the both of you, after all. Assuaging it is the easiest way to keep him safe. With that in mind, there’s only one thing you can say.

“Yes, father.”

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere Red Son #Red Son #Yandere Princess Iron Fan #Princess Iron Fan #PIF #Yandere Demon Bull King #Demon Bull King #DBK #Bullfam #Yandere Father #Yandere Mother #Yandere Brother

[hana-no-seiiki]

Hello again! I hope you're having a wonderful day! I was just wondering if you could write a platonic yandere batfam? Where one of their Darling is like Tony Stark from Marvel. A super smart genius billionaire who just gets kidnapped by the batfam. Darling knows that they can't beat them all at once or one on one fights so they go with pitting them all against each other. I could think that they could rival Bruce or Tim in intellect and resourcefulness. Darling knows for a fact that they are being watched and learns where all of the cameras are placed. Trying to find any blind spots for said cameras, but is likely won't find any. Mostly because of paranoia and clingy behavior of the family. Yet they still manages to stay one step ahead of the Batfam and just leaves after 4 months or so. Maybe have them be resourceful like Tony when he was kidnapped. Using small scraps of metal and basic trash to help in their escape. With the Darling being absolutely disgusted of the entire ordeal. Maybe even have them start a career and becomes a superhero/antihero (Iron Man type of suit? Maybe?) because of the family's actions. P.S. So sorry it got so long, I couldn't really help myself. Hope you enjoy my request/prompt.

Hello Hello! Sorry for the late response but here ya go!

YANDERE BATFAM x TONY STARK! READER

summary: long story short, tony stark! reader has no chance if they don’t have their knowledge of nanotech. many nicknames are created.

status: unedited

I feel like the scenario you’ve given can go two ways depending on how far the reader has gone through their personality development (keep in mind most of my marvel knowledge comes from the MCU)

If you’re still that ‘arrogant, sexually active, ignorant of the consequences your company’s weapons have’ phase then it’d definitely be much harder for you to escape.

Then again, I find it really hard for the guys to be attracted to someone like you at that point. M a y b e Dick, but he wouldn’t see the relationship too seriously.

And frankly speaking, even if they were attracted to the reader at that phase; you would just never be able to escape. The only reason why Tony was able to in his first movie was because he wasn’t fighting against armed and experienced vigilantes that happen to have a shit ton of money. Especially with Tim and Bruce on board. You will not find any blindspots. Not the bathroom (they’ve kidnapped you and restricted your freedom, why would they respect your privacy at this point + they know of your experience with robotics), not in any corner of your room, or any point in time either because at least one of the batfam will be watching you.

Now, let’s say you were a vigilante before everything went to shit.

[Y/N] [L/N]. Billionaire, philanthropist, genius reveals that they are in fact Iron Man.

Now that is where I can see both you having a chance and the men taking notice.

You reminded Bruce a lot about himself. He has met you already in a bunch of Galas, used to writing you off as a spoiled brat that would definitely get themself killed. But your turn to vigilantism certainly intrigued him.

Intrigue quickly turned to an obsession. Learning about your past, the way your parents died. It was as if you two were the same person, just with drastically different suits.

He wanted you for himself, a partner in crime if you would, but you see there was one problem. You were engaged. Soon to be married to the love of your life and previous secretary Pepper Potts. Meaning that you would most likely retire your heroism and that you’ll dedicate your time to someone unworthy of your affection. Like seriously [Y/N], relationships borne out of power imbalances are doomed to fail can’t you see? Not to mention the dangerous act you’ve made of sharing your identity as Iron Man. What were you thinking?

So what better way to teach you that you belonged to him than kidnap you and keep you to himself?

His obsession with you wasn’t subtle. To you and the other members of the family.

Dick had already been attracted to you (mostly sexually) since the day he met you. Your identity as Iron Man, and just the sheer boldness you have exposing yourself, made him realized that he admired you rather than saw you as object of his sexual desires.

I could also imagine you being the one to save Jason. Perhaps not being able to completely stop his turn into Red Hood but you at least put in the effort unlike some people. That likely jumpstarted a partnership/friendship between you too.

Thus, Bruce chooses him as the ticket to getting you all safe and sound in the safety of his manor.

Now you already knew Bruce is Batman and the identities of the Robins. Through your investigation towards Jason and whatnot. Similar to your anti-Hulk suit and Batman’s anti-Superman one, you were also prepared to go toe to toe with the Dark Knight.

What you didn’t expect was that Jason of all people would be the one working with him to get you.

That certainly put a damper on your plans, but oh well.

That’s where you’re formally introduce to Tim and Damian. You’ve known them. Worked with them as well. Not to the extent of how much you’ve been with Red Hood but enough to at least be acquaintances.

Tim adored the banter and intellectual debates you two had. You took your time earning his trust, and taught him about the A.I. you usually had in your suits (slowly hacking into the surveillance systems making sure that you’ll have at least a couple minutes of time of privacy for your plans).

You even named one A.I. after him. T.I.M. ‘The Impervious Man’ it stood for you said. It actually meant ‘The Introverted Mess’

Have I mentioned you give every one of them horrid nicknames?

Dick was just various ways to say penis.

Bruce was Gatsby (if you weren’t picking at his age, or his deep ass voice, or his dark ass aesthetic, or bat theme) if not Vladimir. Or The Puny(er) Bruce. Oh god, Emo Bruce- My Lovechild with Banner??

Jason was muscle-man, titan, half-a-hulk, or [insert bulky hero] wannabe. (Sometimes when you’re feeling extra sadistic you’d throw in a Joker related one there too)

Tim was the introverted mess, chair guy, wheels, lanky boy, flashy traffic light guy, guy who definitely dreams of getting pegged, Budget Falcon. Baby Falcon.

Damian was The Diva, The Boy with a Baton up his Ass, Junior, Kid (Basically any nickname that highlights his youth), Kid with long knife, Katana Kid. Green-eyed Meanie.

Collectively they were just “The Super Secret Emo / Goth Boy Band.”

Anyways when it comes to Damian, the boy, as usually towards the people he meets, acts like a total tsundere. He just tries so hard to act mean as if he hadn’t spent the last night reading about your achievements and inventions for the nth time. You used him as a benchmark to see when the whole family has fully trusted you.

It takes you a few months (mostly due to you hacking into their systems and trying to learn their weaknesses) but after slowly gaining their trust cozing up to them you escape.

You could have since the beginning, nanotech and all that, but you were feeling kind of bored and gave them a chance to convince you to stay. Unfortunately, your future wife was still better in comparison these 5 goth men.

You’re definitely upping your anti-kidnapping measures after that.

Also you definitely hold that incident as a way to blackmail them. A system is prepared to share everything about them everywhere if they attempt to take you on again.

That’s one thing you have over Batman, sure you didn’t have a bunch of ingenious children under you to use at your disposal. But you also didn’t have an identity to keep safe.

You’re almost looking forward to their next move.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere batfam #yandere damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x reader #yandere damian wayne #dick grayson x reader #yandere bruce wayne x reader #yandere jason todd x reader #yandere tim drake x reader #yandere batfam x reader #yandere robin #yandere dc #yandere robin x reader #dc x marvel #yandere jason todd #yandere tim drake #yandere bruce wayne #yandere damian #yandere imagine #yandere headcannons #yandere dc x reader #yandere tim

[olinblogin]

LIST OF FANDOMS I WILL/WON’T WRITE FOR

What fandoms I will write for;

-Lego Monkie Kid

-One Piece

-One Punch Man

-Assassination Classroom (limited characters)

-COD (call of duty, any game)

-ATSV (across the spiderverse)

-TADC (the amazing digital circus)

-Underverse/undetale AUs

-Br0kenColors

What fandoms i won’t write for;

-Genshin Impact/Honkai impact

-Seven Deadly Sins

-Obey Me/Obey Me nightbringer

-FNF (Friday night funkin)

-MHA (my hero academia)

-Hazbin Hotel/Helluva boss

-other fandoms that have problematic backgrounds

WHAT I WILL WRITE!!!

-platonic

-light angst

-fluff

-slightly suggestive content (will have a warning)

-smut content (will have a warning)

-childhood romance (no smut.)

-teen romance (no smut.)

-Reader x character

-character x character (very rarely)

-character x Reader x character

-polycules

-T4T (trans for trans relationships)

-F4F (femme for femme relationship)

-M4M (masc for masc relationship)

-F4TF (femme for trans femme)

-F4TM (femme for trans masc)

-F4TNB (femme for trans non binary)

-F4A (femme for any)

-M4TF (masc for trans femme)

-M4TM (masc for trans masc)

-M4TNB (masc for trans non binary)

-M4A (masc for any)

-LGBTQ content

-Yandere Content (not extreme)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE!!!

-r@pe/noncon/dubcon

-cnc (consensual non-consent)

-child x adult

-abusive scenarios

-anything to do with children involved in anything sexual

-racism

-ableism

-unsanitary fetishes (i.e. scat, wound f*cking, etc)

-severe angst

-s*icide & s*lf h*rn

Characters I’ll write for in each fandom

BR0KENCOLORS

—characters so far—

Stalker/Damon (usually Poly)

Deliver Guy/DG (usually Poly)

Rasmus

Angel

Shadowman (not much I for abt them, some nsfw - demisexual)

Gunther

Leevi

—characters not in game yet but I will write—

Ace (some nsfw - demisexual)

Catherine

Milkman

Milla (no nsfw)

Salvador (some nsfw - demisexual)

Mimic

Pearl

Venni

LEGO MONKIE KID

- MK (Qi Xioatian)

-Mei Dragon

-Redson

-Sun Wukong

-Six Eared Macaque

-Ao Lie

-Lady Bone Demon

-The Mayor

-Yin & Jin

-Princess Iron Fan (Poly)

-Demon Bull King (Poly)

-Tang

-Pigsy (platonic)

-Sandy (platonic)

-Nezha (platonic)

-Bai He (platonic)

ONE PIECE

- Monkey D. Luffy

-Vinsmoke Sanji

-Roronora Zoro

-Usopp

-Nico Robin

-Franky

-Chopper (platonic)

-Nami

-Jinbei

-Donquixte Doflamingo

-Donquixte Rosiante

-Bartolomeo Kuma

-Boa Hancock

-Dracule Mihawk

-Crocodile

-Shanks

-Rayleigh

-Portgaz D. Ace

-Marco

-Thatch

-Izou

-Edward Newgate, Whitebeard (platonic)

-Eustass Kidd

-Jewelry Bonney

-Killer

-Monkey D. Harp

-Monkey D. Dragon

-Sabo

-Trafalgar Law

-Buggy

-Smoker

-Rob Luci

-Eneru

-Kalifa

-Yamato

-Perona

-Shaci

-Penguin

-Bepo (platonic)

-Akainu

-Kizaru

-Borsalino

ONE PUNCH MAN

-Saitama

-Genos

-Garou

-King

-Child Emporer (platonic)

-Metal Bat

-Speed O’ Sound Sonic

-Mumen Rider

-Watchdog Man (mostly platonic)

-Fubuki

-Atomic Samurai

-Lord Boros

-Bang

-Zombieman

-Flashy Flash

-Sweet Mask

-Charanko

ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM

(Any students such as Nagisa or Karma are platonic)

-Koro-Sensei

-Tadaomi Karasuma

-Irina Jelavic

COD - CALL OF DUTY

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

-John “Soap” MacTavish

-John “Captain” Price

-Horangi (Hong-Jin)

-König

-Nikolai

-Valeria Garza/El Sin Nombre (F4F/NB/AFAB)

-Alejandro Vargas

-Phillip Graves

-Farah Karim

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

-Kate Laswell (F4F)

-Gary “Roach” Sanderson

ATSV - ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

-Miles Morales (platonic/fluff)

-Gwen Stacy (Platonic/Fluff)

-Pavitr Prabhakar (platonic/fluff)

-Prowler Miles (platonic/fuff)

-Peter B. Parker

-Jess Drew

-Miguel O’Hara

-Hobie Brown

TADC - THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS

-Pomni

-Jax

-Zooble

-Kaufmo

-Ragatha

-Gangle

-Caine

-Kinger

UNDERVERSE / UNDERTALE AUS

-Ink!Sans (platonic)

-Classic!Sans

-Nightmare!Sans

-Dream!Sans

-Swap!Sans

-Fell!Sans

-Killer!Sans

-Dust!Sans

-Horror!Sans

-Murder Time Trio (Killer!Sans, Dust!Sans, Horror!sans)

-Error!Sans

-AT!Sans (Geno)

-Fatal Error

-X!Sans (Cross)

-Outer!Sans

-Reaper!Sans

-Fresh!Sans

IF YOU DID NOT SEE ANY CHARACTERS OF INTEREST AND YOU’D LIKE ME TO WRITE PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!!

please as well reread the will/won’t write section if you’re feeling unsure!

#what i will write #writing #fandom #fandom writing #multiple fandoms #writing requests #request page #request #lmk #cod mw2 #assassination classroom #one punch man #one piece #across the spiderverse #the amazing digital circus #underverse #undertale au #this took way too long

[pillow-anime-talk]

Hi. For your event, can i request 42 with Poseidon? Also, he/him pronouns, please.

# tags: scenario; kinda friends with benefits; romance, i guess; smut; yandere!poseidon; human!reader; nsfw

warnings: mention of sex and sexual activities, size kink, blowjob, deep throat, choking, crying, slut names

includes: male reader ft. poseidon {ror}

author’s note: hi and thank you, anonnie!

42. “… You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

Each of the gods had their favorite people; Zeus adored those who were hardworking and worshiped him, Hercules loved every human being regardless of their character or manner, Apollo liked poets, especially those who wrote about him, Medusa only loved women who had experienced a lot of bad in their lives, and the only people Hades liked were the dead ones. Poseidon also had his one favorite human

It was a simple man with no worries and with adoration to the sea; maybe you liked swimming or surfing, maybe you just liked the view of the sea and its atmosphere in the evening, or maybe you just loved watching programs related to the deep. Nevertheless, you were curious about the water and what secrets it holds.

And meeting Poseidon was only a matter of time for you. It’s just that one day the King of all Oceans appeared on the beach where you were and without a word of objection took you to his underwater kingdom; that same day you became his personal toy and pet, who received from him both small gifts in the form of pearls, but also spanking and long hours spent in bed, which gave him a lot of pleasure (and you too).

Most of the time you were on land: working, studying, and hanging out with your family, but when Poseidon was bored, wanted some body pleasure, or just wanted to hold you on his lap while observing his realm, he would send sea creatures for you or he personally took you to his place.

After all, water is everywhere, and since water is everywhere, so is Poseidon too.

{ ･ﾟ✧ }

That day you spent time next to the fair-haired god, who calmly sat on his huge throne, listening to the requests of sea fish and other creatures. He reluctantly granted their wishes, immediately ordering them to leave the palace. His eyebrows were tight and his eyes cold; he looked serious, dignified, but also really attractive, much better than any man you’ve ever met on the ground.

Spending time with the God od Water made you know him much better – you knew what he wanted, what annoyed him, what he liked and cherish. And at that moment he just wanted sex. Thats all. It was both a human and a divine need.

“… You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.” You said slightly amused, not yet realizing how your behavior might be perceived.

“Stupid?” His indescribable gaze rested on your eyes, then your shoulders, waist and thighs. Your human clothes were fun and incongruous with the decor of the great throne room. “On your knees.” He said in a loud voice, moving his hand and then close the huge iron door to the room. With a slight smile, though also uncertainty on your heart, you approached the god, sitting right in front of him. “You better make me feel good, because this could be our last meeting.” He added in a more weary tone and you nodded. You would never say ‘No’ to him.

With a slow movement of your fingers, you took off the lower part of Poseidon’s clothes; his cock was so huge and glittered more than the mentioned above pearls. You licked your upper lip with relish and after a short while taking his dick in your mouth. Due to the length, you helped yourself with a hand that took the lower part of the cock and tightened it a bit.

While sex itself was a nice thing for Poseidon, watching your almost animalistic behavior while giving him pleasure seemed to be even more fun for him. Your mobilization, your desire to please him, fear of killing your person and your devotion to him was a satisfying sight.

“Suck it faster and harder, cumslut.” He grunted, resting his cheek on his clenched hand.

The sound of choking echoed through the light-colored walls, and the first tears appeared in your eyes. The head of the dick was banging against the back of your throat, almost tearing it apart, and the other hand was taking care of the balls. You sucked his cock hard and passionately, massaging the skin on his muscular thighs and both testicles at the same time. You could even feel your underwear soaking with your own juices, hungry for touch and some pain.

“How pathetic. Crying in front of another man like a typical whore. Even goddesses of lust aren’t as horny as you.” He chuckled throatily, watching your reaction to his comment. Your cheeks flushed red and your heart sped up. You didn’t say anything but sucked on his cock more and more. “Try harder and maybe one day I’ll ask my little brother to make you a cock-sucking hero.”

#—🎉 #quote prompts #prompts challenge #4k followers #4k special #prompt 42 #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok scenarios #record of ragnarok imagines #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie #shuumatsu no valkyrie scenarios #shuumatsu no valkyrie imagines #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #poseidon #poseidon scenarios #poseidon imagines #poseidon x reader

[chaosinyourhouse]

yandere bob with a reader who has an odd fascination with cannibalism? shes never tried human flesh, but she certainly wouldnt be opposed

Deadly fascination

Hope you like this! Bare with me since like the other characters I write for, I'm still perfecting his personality. But I hope you liked this! Also, sorry if it's short. Enjoy! :)

Pairing- bob velseb x reader

Relationship- Romantic/platonic

Warnings- yandere behavior, cannibalism, when he's a red flag but y/n is color blind, fascination with cannibalism, murder, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, controlling behavior, non-con bob,MDNI.

Genre- yandere, fluff(?)

I personally believe that for both regular and yandere bob, they would both be ecstatic. Finding someone who wasn't terrified of them just from this fact, accepting the hunger for flesh without a second. They would be even more happy once they find out about your weird fascination with it, the first thing coming out of their mouth.

"Ya wanna try it?"

For yandere bob, he wouldn't really care if you wanted to try it or not. If he has to, he'll force feed you. While regular bob, will still try to get you to eat it, but will respect your decision after the 2nd time of trying. But knowing how you wouldn't be opposed of trying it, would send bob into a frenzy. Making a whole ass thanksgiving dinner but with human meat for you, standing in front of you. Fidgeting in excitement, waiting to see what you think of it. Now, if you like it, this man is mentally jumping in joy and shouting ' HURRAY!' and then will tell you to keep the eating. If you don't like it, he really doesn't care, will still make you eat it.

If you're fascination is that strong, he'll gladly let you watch him kill and cook his victims. Both Bob's are addicted to your attention, loves it when it's on them. But with yandere bob it amplified by 1000x. So having you watch him is like a blessing to him. Asking him questions about the process with make him rant about all the facts of cannibalism he knows, look at his search history and all of it is just, ' facts about cannibalism'. While he is a cold blooded killer, and cannibal. He is such a goddamn nerd. It's insane how much he knows about this way of eating.

Also, biting. Let's talk about that. If you want to, he'll gladly let you take a bite out of him. Biting and eating your partner is a love language for him. So that means he'll do it to. The places he normally goes for are; the arms, legs, neck, and fingers. But he keeps in mind not to take a bite out of you to much! Wouldn't want you leaving him would we?

Feeling the softness of his stomach Beneath your foldes legs feel like they were on a cloud. His large hands holding your hips just to hold you. Placing your hands on his shoulders, which was covered by his regular blood-red sweater. Sending you a grin, he tilts his head in a curious manner. " Watcha waiten' on suga?" Lifting one of his eye brows at you. You look away for a moment, thinking. " Well, I don't know where to bite you at." Letting out a booming laugh, slightly moving you up and down from your placement on his stomach. Before stilling. Still letting out a few chuckles" Please, hun. I've bittan inta' more people than ya could blink. I'ma be fine." Tilting his head more to give you room, his turtle-neck pulled aside. You nod, deciding to trust him. What else could you do? You knew he would force you if you didn't, he always did. But it wasn't like you wanted to stop, you where just making up scenarios. Leaning into the nave of his neck, you bite down. Not softly, but not rough either. Comfortable. You feel the rumble through his neck when he groans. Knowing him by know that he more than likely had some drool running down his stubbled chin. Lifting your hand, you dig it in his dark, black hair. Massaging his scalp as you bite harder. Making a iron-like taste invade your mouth. You feel Bob's arms wrap around you, pushing you against him harder. The position of your legs making it slightly uncomfortable, but you manage. The sounds falling out of his mouth sound like one of pleasure, not even in a sexual way. Just knowing that you were the one doing this was comforting to him. So, while it last. He indulged as much as he could.

Bob is also fiercely possessive. And just the thought of having a piece of himself inside of you( shut up, I know what you all have going through your heads right now)? Makes him happy, it makes him feel at peace. Because where ever you go he'll always be with you; protecting you, keeping you, owning you. you get this gist. And having a piece If your flesh in him does the same thing. You'll always be with him no matter what.

If you want, he'll let you kill someone yourself! He'll watch like a proud dad as you stab them. Pointing at you and going, 'see that? That's my wife that's killing you' then, he might let you cook with him! The reason that he doesn't do it without some convincing is because cooking for you is one of his pride and joys, mostly his pride. And he likes taking care of you, it makes you rely on him.

But, by some god you do manage to convince him. He'll be instructing and watching your every move. To make sure you don't get hurt and still having some control over your actions. Besides, he was a literal cook once, and he eats human flesh like it's a religion. You know that he knows what he's doing, so you listen.

But overall, regular and yandere bob would be happy with your interest in cannabism. They have your attention on them and are able to be in your presence. Which puts both versions at ease.

Version-not edited. Will if I notice something I didn't before.

#spooky month bob velseb #spooky month #spooky month bob velseb x reader #bob velseb x reader #yandere bob velseb x reader #yandere spooky month #spooky month x reader #spooky month yandere bob velseb x reader #yandere x reader #bob x reader #yandere bob x reader #yandere #yandere bob velseb

[lady-ashfade]

What ever it takes. Pt3

Yandere Alicent & Aemond x Sister/daughter reader. Miniseries.

What ever it takes. Part Two. Part three. Alternate ending.

Plot: After you arrived home your mother was there to greet you when you awaken. A sweet Reunion between your mother and brother, and you. They finally had you back in their grasps. 

Is this the ending of the mini series? Kinda. There will be one more to this about what could have happened. But don’t fear! More mini series like this to come: with more characters and more scenarios. Want more yandere Alicent and Aemond? You can request more.

Words: 656

Taglist: @dangerousbluebirdpoetry @second-try-stevie @a-dorkier-book-keeper @rosaryos @girl-with-an-orange-cat

Warnings: Torture, Yandere tendencies, also fluffy in a way. Kinda hate it but it’s okay.

Slowly waking from your rest you could feel the light grip on your hand. Your eyes began to open as the light hit your eyes and you recognized where you were immediately. You were home, finally in your bed again. You looked over and saw your mother looking down at papers in her lap and her hand still on yours. How long has she been there?

In truth she hasn’t left your side since you had come back and she refused to do anything but. “Mother?” Your raspy voice called out to her and she turned her head. She looked surprised but relived, and overjoyed that you were awake. “My sweet girl.” She quickly stood up and leaned over to embrace you softly.

“I’m so glad your alive.” She kissed your forehead. “What happened? The last thing I remember is aemond..” you didn’t remember what aemond had done to the man. “Aemond brought you home.” She pulled back and sat on the bed next to you and started to brush your hair.

“I was so scared of losing you,” her lip quivers, “I got blinded when I heard you were missing. I can not- I will not go through that again.” She vowed. You smiled at her, “I’m okay mother, you need not to worry anymore.” But she did. She will always worry about you- Her little daughter will always be threatened by the harsh world.

She hummed and continued to brush your hair and stare at you lovingly. “You know I love you?” She asks in a more serious tone. “Of course I do mother. And I love you.” She felt pride hearing those words again. “Good because I want you to remember that always? What ever happens remember that I love you deeply.” Her tone darken and it put you off a bit. 

The door to your room opened and you saw your brother walk in and his eye met yours. “Oh thank the sevens.” He jogged to your side and kissed your head. Alicent moved back and let him reunite with you, she was happy to watch.

“How are you feeling?” He asked and you just shrugged. “Tired but better then I had before. I heard you brought me home, so thank you.” He just grabbed your hand and kissed it. “I will always save you my darling. No harm will ever come to you again.” 

You looked at him and saw a expression you didn’t know how to read but you let it pass. But he was probably just letting out every emotion he felt. “Do you think I could have lemon cakes?” The question made them laugh and nod.

“You can have anything you want.” Alicent and aemond stayed with you until you feel back asleep then they took there leave. 

“Please- I swear we didn’t know it was the princess.” A man whimpers in pain as his side sting from the hot iron. “Do you think we would truly believe that?” Aemond asked looking at him and Alicent waved her fingers, the torturer put the hot iron back onto his skin causing him to scream at her command.

This wasn’t the only method they used. They had found seven men left, they used so many things to make them pay for their darling. They cut out their tongues, some fingers and legs, one was cut open alive. They wanted blood to be payed and they got it- They made sure of it themselves.

Alicent smiled as the man screamed in pain, feeling happy she could avenge her daughter. “I think that is enough for tonight and we can pick this back up on the morning.” Aemond follows his mother out.

“You must help y/n recover. Let her know your love and then we will announce the engagement.” She spoke while taking her arm in his. “She will stay with us here forever. She’ll never leave our side again.”

“She’ll be ours forever.”

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[ozzgin]

Yandere! CoD Headcanons: König x Reader x Ghost (II)

“Sharing is caring” is likely familiar to most, though the nuances of it may sometimes differ beyond the classic expectations. You’re trapped between two jealous, possessive and feverishly infatuated men with no escape in your sight. That implies, of course, you’ve been looking for a way out of this bizarre partnership. Have you? Be honest…

TW: NSFW, obsessive behavior, size kink, violence

Tags: @223princess

[Part I]

Yet another classic rule that comes with your job is to always be ready to deal with the unexpected. Plan as well as you may, the battleground is not as generous as to stick to your schedule. Yet the same principle applies out of combat, too. It’s just…you had’t really imagined such an outcome to be possible. Your extensive training covered most scenarios, from raids, to ambushes, natural disasters, everything except, well, this. You wonder if the code of conduct might include a paragraph about work romance, specifically your teammates taking turns to fuck you shamelessly at any hour of the day.

You gaze at your reflection in the slightly fogged mirror and quickly look away, embarrassed. You can’t bear to see the markings that are peppered all over your body, betraying the depraved activities you’ve indulged in for the past weeks. How did it even come to this? You sit on the edge of the bed, drying your hair, and hesitantly replay the event in your head. Your helpless form crouched on the storage floor, looking up at the two large men gripping at each other’s throats. Behind their masks you could sense their ferocious intent to kill. How would you explain it to your superiors? You gathered up your remaining confidence and barked at them to stop at once. They were indeed taken aback by your sudden yell that could’ve put any drill sergeant to shame. You wanted to get to the bottom of the conflict and put all this bullshit behind as soon as possible. Until they offered you the honest cause of their hostile rivalry. You could only stare in disbelief.

Your first instinct was to wonder if this was some sort of elaborate prank. What the hell, were they a bunch of high schoolers learning to handle their first crush or fucking grown adults in the middle of a military operation? You were never oblivious to it: mixed gender missions always came with a lot of casual hookups to blow off steam. Not your thing, but there’s plenty of other people down to it. Your suggestion was met with angry, vehement refusal. Both Ghost and König were outraged at the insinuation they’d put their dicks in some rando, as if that’s all there was to it. As if anyone else would do. Ironically this is where they found their common ground. König had lifted you nonchalantly by the collar of your uniform and asked you if you’re playing dumb. You could only shrug, even more confused. Ghost joined him and explained, casually and matter-of-fact, that you can call it a hookup as long as you remember it’s a lifelong arrangement. You were to walk out that door with the knowledge you belong to them and they would take any necessary steps to ensure your compliance. The hunting knife that was meant to plunge into his rival was now propped under your chin, dangerously close to your throbbing artery.

Now this should’ve been your sign to nod obediently, pack your suitcase at the earliest convenience and get the hell out. And that was your honest intent, initially. You could almost visualize the documents granting your absence from duty. Then you felt your buttons pop from their seams, forcefully ripped apart by König’s large hand. It occurred to you that you were propped against the wall by two men twice your size. You could hear their now labored breaths, muffled by their masks. The Austrian man roughly readjusted your posture, having you rest against his hips and throwing your legs around his waist. You gasped quietly once you sensed a bulge pressing into you. He fumbled with his zipper, but Ghost interrupted him with an irritated scolding. “You can’t just ram it in, you fucking dumbass.” You didn’t take long to understand the meaning and shivered at the thought. Without a warning, Ghost slid his hand into your now unbuckled pants. Two fingers begun pressing circles over your underwear and an unconscious whine escaped your lips. Satisfied by your reaction, he brought himself closer and increased the pace until he felt the moisture pooling in the fabric, which was enough encouragement to gently slip his way inside of you. In an attempt to help, König lowered his head over your breasts, fondling your now sensitive nipples with his tongue. His mask draped over your skin, adding a mild tickle to the overwhelming buildup. You suddenly remembered the storage no longer had a door after König kicked it out of its hinges, so you tried to push the muscular man away. “W-what if someone comes in?” Against your will and to your surprise, the question rolled out like a prolonged moan and you blushed awkwardly. “They won’t, if you shut up.” Ghost responded curtly. He considered it for a moment, and added smugly: “Don’t worry, that pretty mouth of yours will be real busy soon.” You closed your eyes tightly and prayed you wouldn’t be caught.

And you weren’t. You got away with it. That time, and the other time, and all the other times. At this point you question whether your other teammates truly haven’t noticed or have since learned to look away. Another possibility is that the psychotic duo has threatened the others into silence. Given their cocky attitude whenever you protest about the openness or risky timing, it wouldn’t surprise you at all. Even worse, their libido seems to be increasing exponentially as a consequence to their incessant competition of owning you. They seem to be plagued by a delirious need to have you at all times, and you’re rather afraid to admit that your desire to flee is slowly being replaced by a similar addiction. Rabid dogs in heat. That’s the only analogy that comes to mind.

Last time you didn’t even get the chance to return to the base. The soldiers had exited the truck, cheering their success and marching towards the gate. König had been quiet the entire ride, not even bothering to hide his ardent stare, his eyes hooded with lust. You were about to hop off yourself when you felt his burning grip on your wrist, pulling you back in and onto his lap. Oh, how he loves fucking you like this. His toned legs are sprawled out dominantly and his calloused hands guide you over his erection. No matter how many times you do it, the start is always painful. He’s just that big. But that’s his favorite part. Seeing you wince and tear up, holding your stomach as if shielding it from the foreign object assaulting the walls of your frail body. Then the thrusts become smoother and your movements break into an erratic pleading for more. He wants to witness it all. God, you turn him into a wild animal. His fingers dig into your skin and towards the end you’re a whimpering mess, shamelessly drooling over his uniform in a daze. As you coat him with your slick cum, he grunts and barely manages to speak. “Fuck, I’m gonna lose my mind for good one of these days.” His voice is deep and reverberates against your heaving chest.

Scratch that. Last time you didn’t even make it to the truck. You were laying behind a boulder, wiping the sweat and dirt off your face. You’d just finished taking out your targets and announced your return in the headset. Ghost approaches you with a hidden smirk and squats before you, extending a hand towards you. “Need help?” You nod with gratitude and take off your helmet. You reach for his hand, hoping he’d pull you up, but instead his fingers claw around your throat and push you against the ground. “Good, I have the perfect thing for a little slut like you.” He climbs over you without letting go of your neck and undoes your jacket with ease. Hell, he’s been doing it so often he could manage even blindfolded. With the free hand he shoves one of your legs away to make space. Truth be told, he’s very much biased towards this particular arrangement. He can already feel the unbearable pressure of his member waiting to be freed. He adores being able to take all of you in. Your expression, your small body trapped under his massive frame. He can fuck you as he pleases, until you turn into a rag doll, and there’s no way out. You grit your teeth in anticipation and hold onto his arm that’s choking you once he goes in. You must’ve been molded just for him. There’s no other explanation for his feral clinginess, scratching and biting and pulling in desperate, agonizing pleasure. After the deed has been done he can admire his masterful work, gazing lovingly at your flustered, disheveled form, gasping for air and dripping with his seed.

Your shake your head and try to chase away these perverted memories. You’re still damp from the shower and continue massaging your scalp with the towel, when you hear a knock on your door. Oh, no. No. “Busy!” is all you manage to shout. The door opens nonetheless and Ghost and König waltz in, entirely indifferent to your refusal. “Can’t I have one moment to myself?” You groan, frustrated. König leans against the wall and Ghost kneels in front of you. There’s a hint of cheekiness in his voice. “Sure. Tell us to go away and we will.” You blink and ponder his words. Remembering all the past encounters has gotten you a little bit eager, that’s true, but… “Say it.” He repeats himself. You squirm and look away, a deep red spreading across your face. Your lips are pursed. König lets out a soft laugh and closes the door, then faces you. “Since you wanted to be a brat, you have to beg for it now.”

What have you gotten yourself into?

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[jessamine-rose]

AAAA HI I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT I LOVE YOUR WRITING FOR CAPITANO, IT IS SO NICE AND DOESNT EVEN FEEL YANDERE, THE WAY YOU EXPLAIN THE STORY AND EVERYTHING IS EXACTLY HOW I IMAGINE CAPITANO IS!

TY SO MUCH FOR WRITING THAT!!! ALSO I LIKE TO IMAGINE A SILLY SCENARIO WHERE CAPITANO IS FIGHTING SOMEONE AND HE GLANCES AT A FLOWER FROM AFAR AND STOPS HIS FIGHTING JUST TO PICK A FLOWER, AAHHHH YOU HAD ME JUST FALL IN LOVE WITH CAPITANO

Read Herbarium here!!

Ohh thank you for the compliment and your silly imagine, Anonie!! I was inspired to write my own scarier take on your idea, so enjoy this drabble  (づ ᴗ͈  ˬ ᴗ͈ )づ*.ﾟ

Tw:: YANDERE, violence, blood, murder, stalking, Stockholm Syndrome

Note:: Female reader, pre-release Capitano

♡ 0.7k words under the cut ♡

The meadow makes for an optimal battlefield. The open space enables various fighting styles. There are no obstacles for opponents to use as shields or hiding places. The soil can soak up the blood and consume the unclaimed bodies for nourishment.

It is only a pity that the flowers must lay witness to such atrocities. They are silent spectators if not casualties to be trampled on and stained with blood. There is no need to mourn them, however.

Once the battle reaches its end, nature shall persevere and reclaim its home. Some flowers may even be granted an untainted death and a beautiful afterlife by the mercy of the First Harbinger.

✿ ⚘ 

The makeshift battlefield is home to a variety of wildflowers. The vivid scene is an unlikely resting place for the Captain’s opponents.

Capitano’s sword slashes the soldier’s arm in a spray of blood. They scream and drop their weapon, staggering away from him.

Blood drips from their wounds and dyes the grass red. The meadow has become a mess of ruined flowers and mutilated bodies. They trip over the newest corpse, recoiling at the sight of their comrade’s crushed head.

The gods are so cruel. Why must they be the last man standing?

The Captain has been silent throughout the entire fight. No proud insults or cruel laughter as he killed their comrades one by one. No unnecessary bloodshed or wasted movements to draw out his opponents’ suffering. He works with cold precision, taking no sadistic entertainment in the fall of his enemies.

He is determined to finish them off as quickly as possible.

There is one thing which the soldier finds odd, however. From what they’ve witnessed, the Captain could have easily murdered everyone in one fell swoop. So why did he allow his opponents to scatter? Why did he attack them in different parts of the meadow? Why did he choose to prolong their terror?

The soldier tries to retreat, only for Capitano to land another critical hit on their leg. They collapse just a few feet away from his initial standing point.

They were all so foolish to think that they stood any chance against the Captain.

Their team had only been tasked to spy on the Fatui’s military camp. They hadn’t expected to find the First Harbinger in a secluded meadow of all places, seemingly distracted by a patch of blue flowers.

…Strangely enough, those flowers show no signs of damage.

The sound of ominous footsteps snaps the soldier out of their thoughts. Capitano doesn’t even give them a second to recover.

That is another benefit of this battlefield. In a meadow located far away from civilization, the screams of terror are left unheard.

✿ ⚘ 

The meadow’s peace has been restored.

Capitano sheaths his sword and inspects the final corpse. He was successful in minimizing the range of the blood splatters. The flower patch remains pristine, undefiled by the battle.

How inconvenient. Despite residing in such a large meadow, the forget-me-nots had chosen to flourish in a single area. He had to maneuver his attacks to ensure that those flowers would emerge unscathed.

The light blue petals are perfectly spotless, though their fragrance is drowned out by the iron scent of blood. It was wise of him to prepare an extra set of gloves.

“My lord! What happened?”

His spy has finally arrived. He walks past the corpses and kneels on the grass.

Capitano changes his bloody gloves. “I was merely ambushed by a few low-ranking fools. Sergeant Charon, your status report.”

“Of course!” Charon looks up and continues speaking. “Your wife is in good health, though she appears to be quite listless as of late. She still spends the majority of her time in her private library.”

His mission will be over in a few days. He must remain patient.

“And what of her new guard?”

“They rarely speak to your wife, as per your orders. From what we have seen, they are performing their duties without fail.”

“Continue to monitor their activity. Should they show any signs of suspicious behavior, eliminate them on sight. You are dismissed.”

“Understood, my lord!”

With that, Charon leaves the meadow.

If his spies were able to notice the difference in his darling’s gaze, she must be exceptionally melancholic in his absence.

A cruel side of Capitano finds gratification in knowing that the light in her eyes has become exclusively reserved for his company.

Capitano picks a small bouquet of forget-me-nots, mindful of his bloodstained armor. The gift will certainly elicit one of his darling’s rare smiles. He is looking forward to their reunion.

♡

Once again, Capitano challenges my ability to write action scenes. Imagine his broken Damsel waiting for him in Snezhnaya, reading her books and wishing for his safe return :’>

Thank you again to everyone who has liked my Capitano works and sent me your sweet messages!! And once again, thank you so much to @diodellet for peer-reviewing this and suffering alongside me!! I didn’t expect myself to become so attached to the twisted love story of Capitano and my darling, but I dug my own grave  (＞人＜;) Tag a Capitano enjoyer!! @bye-bye-sunbird @yandere-romanticaa @shumidehiro @dear-yandere @northcafe @dulcetthorns @lambdrop @uhhhh-hi-im-sorry-for-this @poetics-of-fuubutsu @p214ven @elixir-de-silence @loleah @springtidewaves @frostedclementine @literaree @the-dreaming-city @something-was-here @lyra-mew @siphite @blankussy @yanmaresu @frogchiro @alexteea @zana-horowa @lcveaesop @the-dreaming-city @micchikari @ryo-ri @harmonysanreads @something-was-here

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[2smolbeans]

Just a random scenario/thought I had for my Yandere ocs--

The thought of being involved with a yandere CEO and COO...One is in love with you and wants your ex abiliterated for trying to get back with you. The other wants your ex all to themselves.

Maybe perhaps Marco, the COO- is the one that wants your ex completely abilterated, and Hyun, the CEO- is the one that wants your ex all to themselves.

You on the other hand are completely oblivous to the chaos that surrounds you. Happily typing away and continuing your life like the good employee you are.

Your ex, your co-worker, April, on the other hand, is drowning in misery as he tries to stay afloat from all the threats he's been doused with.

His life is on the line, and so is yours. He's completely alone in the situation as you- the main target of it - aren't even aware of how his potential murderer stares at you lovingly from the distance.

He feels helpless as he knows no matter how hard he tries to convince you, begs - tries to make you believe in a single sentence, he says regarding the situation - you won't ever believe him.

Because that's absurd! And you're right, it is! So he can't blame you for laughing in his face whenever he warns you about the CEO and his right-hand man.

April just wants you safe. Sure, the two of you had a nasty breakup, but he still loves you and wants your absolute safety. So even if the richest man and the half brother of the CEO ruins his life in the process- at least he'll know you're safe in the end.

April sees things that Marco keeps hidden from you. The people that you've talked to going missing, the 'not so innocent' fluctuation of your salary, the car that stalks your place every night while you sleep..

How he always sees a group of fimilar people walking around you - did Marco hire them to stalk you?

The way Marco is always seen around you, talking and smiling in your direction while he gets sent a death glare when the two meet eyes.

How that one night, if he hadn't been alone in that subway station- Marco would've definationly pushed him off the railing.

Did he mention that Marco stalks him now as well? April probably wouldn't be surprised if Marco had already figured out where he lived.

April by god just wants to quit his job and run away with you, but he knows he can't do that. He needs to be by yourside, he needs to make sure your safe- though at the same time, he legally can't quit under some weird legal loophole...

Ironically, while April's trying to keep you safe from Marco, he's completely unaware of the CEO who has the hots for him. Funny enough, you're the one that starts to notice it - and come to the conclusion that maybe.. Just maybe, April wasn't insane.

Finally, it was when you start becoming aware of the situatuon that he's been warning you about.

You start to realise how little by little, even though the two of you have the same job position - all a suddenly - April and you are separated into different buildings.

How the two of you were able to talk to each other from time to time because of your laid-back schedule. Now, I can't even talk to each other since when you get off work, April begins his shift.

You would think that after work hours, the two of you could talk, but for some reason, he would always be unreachable.

Only to come back the next day, not saying a word about the marks on his neck.

How weird it was that you were personally close with Marco- the COO, who had no reason to talk to an employee such as you.

When you realised that April didn't cheat on you, how that photo of him kissing someone else was purely edited. Figuring out that photo was just a preexisting photo of another couple from the internet.

Realizing that you cried and screamed at him for no reason. How you should've given him that chance he begged and sobbed for.

How stupid you felt when all the signs were staring right back at you.

How as of right now.. April went missing.

How you wanted to fight back to make it right. But by then, it was too late when you came home, only to find Marco in your apartment.

Complaining how:

"If he just shut up, I wouldn't have to do this so quickly. I wanted to take my time with you.."

"But you know what? This works out as well. Killing two birds with one stone, right?"

"Ugh. But seriously, calling the police, making a whole scene to the authorities. Fucking..Ruined everything."

"But that's okay. it's taken care of. Things fell into place anyway. And hey- maybe we could do double dates together, right? Wouldn't that be fun!"

You weren't quick enough, and you soon went missing as well.

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#yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere prompt #yandere ceo #Marco #Marco Sangwook #Sangwook #Hyun Sangwook #Hyun #Yandere ocs #yandere oc headcanons #my ocs #oc stuff #April Sunset #April #Sunset #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc

[yanderes-galore]

Hello, Panther!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ I can’t stop fangirling at your work so naturally I have to send a lil request. May I request a scenario with Levi (f&h)? Darling complains about the voices, Rher's influence and they are afraid they might hurt Levi, so for the protection of both of them darling asks Levi to leave the party. Ofc I imagine Levi doesn’t take that well ₍ᐢ.  ̫.ᐢ₎ Maybe in an attempt to convince them to stay, Levi tells darling about his own dark urges? What if darling doesn’t take it well and it only dissuades them more 🤔

so yeah, that’s my request. An attempt to comfort goes wrong lol

I love writing Levi... here you go! Not fully proofread, may have mistakes!

Betrayal

Yandere! Levi Story

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Delusional behavior, Violence/Violent thoughts, Clingy behavior, Paranoia, Overprotective behavior, Implied murder, Guns/Gun injury, Blood, Dubious companionship.

"I think it's... best you go, Levi." You hesitate to bring up the topic. After all, with everything going on in this town you don't want to be alone. Based on the look in Levi's eyes... he doesn't want to leave you either.

"W-Why?" Levi asks, worry coating his voice as he steps closer to you. In response you step back, your head throbs in pain. Levi can see the hurt on your face... he cares so much about you.

"Rher's influence is getting stronger..." You admit softly, not looking the young man in the eyes. "I don't want to participate in the festival... I don't want to hurt you...."

"So?" Levi asks coldly, stepping close again. "There's no need to split up... if we do, we'll be dead."

"Levi, please... I just can't bear to hurt you-" You try to reason but Levi pulls you closer, an iron grip on your arm as he glares at you.

"I can't bear to lose you!" Levi retorts, his grip loosening slightly. "I understand your fears... but don't we all feel such an urge?"

"... what do you mean?" You ask Levi, his gaze never leaving yours.

"Since teaming with you... I've wanted to hurt the other contestants like the festival wishes. But I've never wanted to hurt you! I want to protect you..." Levi notices you pull away and he tightens his grip. "I can't just let you leave me...!"

"Levi-" You shake, pulling away from him more. "Levi... let go!"

"I know you won't hurt me... the voices may tell you to... but I think you can overcome it. Just let me help you!" Levi encourages, his hold on you unrelenting.

You feel fear fester within you as you see the look in Levi's eyes. It's possessive... but you can tell he is definitely hiding something. You flinch when he tightens his grip more, his nails digging into your skin.

No wonder Levi never liked you having other party members...

You fear what could have happened to your older party members before you found Levi....

"We're both just... scared." Levi whispers, his grip transitioning into a hug. "If you really want to be honest... we'll both probably be unable to leave here..."

He goes silent for a moment, hug tightening.

"So why don't we just spend as many moments together as we can?" Levi whispers, laying his head on your shoulder. You nearly fall for his comfort... but you flinch again at the voices clawing in your mind.

"Levi...." You whisper back before pulling away. "I can't... maybe we'll find a way to meet again? Away from this place?"

Levi allows you to pull away, his hand shifting to the gun belt around his waist. You think he's going to let you go. However... you can't help but stare at the sad look on his face.

"You really think you'll hurt me?" Levi asks, watching at you meekly nod. Levi goes silent before sighing deeply. He then shakes his head and waves his hand. "Then go..."

You thank him with a sad frown before turning around and heading through the ruined town...

Then there's two loud bangs and a searing pain in your legs.

You collapse to the ground, freezing at the sight of your own blood. You hear someone run up to you before leaning in front of you. As you hiss in pain... you see Levi in front of you.

"Guess I should give in and hurt you first..." Levi whispers, holding your chin up. "This way you can't leave me... not with two bullets in your legs, at least."

"You betrayed me..." You whisper, tears spilling down your face from all sorts of pain. Levi clicks his tongue, looking disappointed... both in you and himself.

"You did it first..." Levi sighs heavily, pulling you in for another hug.

"I'd do anything to keep you with me... even stab you in the back."

#yandere fear and hunger #yandere fear and hunger 2 #yandere funger 2 #yandere f&h termina #yandere fear and hunger termina #yandere fear and hunger levi

[enhais]

Heyy could I request a yandere vampire royalty Jungwon scenario where his s/o is a literal angel, like the one who lives in heaven, and is really easily manipulated? Thank you so much.

vampire, yandere!jungwon — beautiful angel

content: vampire, yandere!jungwon x angel, gn!reader, toxic behaviour (obvi)

word count: 725

a/n: as usual, this is only my opinion/vision of them as yanderes, nothing else!

you didn’t know how you ended up in the vampire kingdom. one moment you were out testing your new wings and the second you woke up in a dark room that made your chest tighten. there was a faint smell of iron in the air and drops of rain were hitting the window gently. you couldn’t take in much of the interior before the door opened, revealing a young man dressed in all black.

he made his way to the edge of the bed and brushed some strands of hair out of your face. you tried to turn your head away from him but with no success as he was quick to grab your chin, “don’t.” he admired your face with loving eyes, there was not a hint of evil intentions hidden beneath them. your chin began to wobble at the thought of never seeing your family again, you didn’t want to stay here, you didn’t want to die… he let go of your chin and brushed away the silent tears on your cheeks with his thumb instead, “shh, i won’t harm you.” his voice was gentle, nothing like how his visuals prejudiced. “i want to go home.” you uttered shakily. no matter how much you tried to move you couldn’t get anywhere, it was as if there were invisible chains wired around your limbs. the man’s eyes turned from caring to guilty, disappointing even. he shook his head slowly, “you were banished from heaven… don’t you remember?” your heart sped up by hundreds and your vision immediately blurred, “oh, sweetheart.” you couldn’t breathe properly, what was he saying? he put his hand on your chest to relieve the tightness with his powers, “i won’t get into it, don’t worry, you’re with me now.”

you soon learned that his name was jungwon and that he was a very respected man in the kingdom. he did everything to make you comfortable, but he also had his bad moments where he would punish you for thinking about your past, telling you that “you should only live in the present. with me.” which was easier said than done. there was also the issue that you were the only one wearing all white, not even mentioning the fluffy wings on your back. somehow everyone knew that you belonged to jungwon and therefore didn’t dare talk to you, and some of them didn’t dare to look your way. due to this, you were usually sad which frustrated jungwon enormously.

it was almost midnight when you heard a knock coming from the door. you were laying on your bed, reading a book you’d borrowed from the royal library, immediately sitting up straight when jungwon came in. “hello.” your soft voice always caused his dead heart to skip a beat, “my beautiful angel, you should be sleeping.” his hand went up to caress your cheek as he hovered above you. “i’m not tired yet… and, i-“ your eyes traveled around the room, too shy to look at him in the eyes, “i missed you.” as everyone else ignored you, the only one you had left was jungwon. you became reliant on him in a way. he was the one providing food, water, love… your confession made him drop his hand from your face, causing you to furrow your brows with worry, “i’m sorry, i-“ he was quick to kiss your forehead, “no, don’t. i missed you too.” a slight blush covered your cheeks and your lips turned upwards into a small smile. “now, will you tell me what you’re reading, hm? enlighten me, please.”

you told him about the story, cuddling up against his chest as he combed his fingers through your hair. “oh, really? the princess found a potential lover, you say?” you giggled, feeling a little embarrassed, “yes, but i don’t know what happens next.” you looked up at him in search of a response, “i think she’ll marry him and that they’ll live happily ever after, don’t you?” his eyes met yours before you buried your face into his chest, “you’re too cute.”

the love you felt from jungwon was more than enough to make you stay. as every day passed, you forgot more and more about your past and were instead engulfed in the feeling of looking forward to a future with him. and he loved every second.

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[trashlama]

Ok hear me out Yandere redson and Mei poly /team up hcs please 🙏who both fallen for macaque female apprentice ~

Mei fights her seeing as macaque fighting monkey king , which leads to MK fighting her future darling it was only when reader makes shadow clones to trap MK , that’s when Mei gets involved. 

It would have been fine if the reader didn’t have such a flirty attitude, who likes to praise Mei even when Mei sword was near her throat. 

Before Mei could do anything , reader disappeared into the shadow realm 

For Red son , I can see him teaming up with her since MK is there enemy , with his brain and her brawn , MK and his friends will be finished in no time . (Reader teamed up with his , for sine reason her mentor disappeared and she thinking rid of MK and his friends will make him praise her ) 

He did not expect reader to be so smooth and honestly praises his inventions even saying he’s amazing . 

There were so close yet MK still won , Red son thought she was gonna leave him only for her to teleport him and her to her hideout to heal his wounds before sending him back home ,not before giving him a flirty remark . 

After that an obsession grow for Red son 

While Mei she gains a guilty crush that got worse when reader decide to keep her company since MK been busy Lately, She knows she should hate it but she been feeling lonely and when reader not being flirty she can be nice even winning Mei a dragon plushie at a fair . 

What made her snap was realising Red son fallen for her darling , but seeing how there got along greatly if there difference aside , there decided to team up to make reader theirs . 

My dude —deep inhale of air— would it be alright if I made this into like a two possibly three shot series?

I love the idea and I've been brainstorming tons of ideas for this one and in each scenario I'm like damn this idea is so good. I really want to do it justice so I need to have multiple chapters. Ya know? To build the tension and really get a feel of the mindsets and what not.

However—

(SORRY THIS TURNS INTO A LITTLE AUTHOR'S NOTE)

As you guys are aware I have to seriously start working on this future Yan Raph fic of mine... . It's Ironic but, I reeaally want to start writing the future yan Mikey part. Mostly because I basically have that one planned out in my head. Meanwhile I got like five different possible scenarios for the Raph fic that I can't decide on. Though a few months ago I had said I was gonna do the Raph one first so to keep my word I plan to do so.

However SOMEBODY (an anon) had requested a future Yan Michelangelo fic and I'm like brooooo were you reading my thoughts? Cause they were somewhat close to what I had in mind but not quite. But the point is I need to write the Raph fic soooonn!!!

Gotta appease the masses~✨

Though guys I'm a bad Trashlama. I keep brainstorming all these awesome plots that I totally want to write— which ironically were formulated when I was brainstorming for the Raph fic.

Soooo I'm gonna do a poll so I can force my procrastinating/ADHD ass to write at least some of these.

And guys btw I'm sorry again for taking so long. I've been caught up recently with finishing a lot of other things I had been procrastinating. -Cough- Hogwarts Legacy -Cough- Spider-Man Across the Spider-verse -Cough- Adult responsibilities -Cough- -Cough-!!!

Anyways thank you guys again for sticking around to the end. I'll have that poll out soon(probably today).

HERE'S THE POLL

In the mean time here's some memes!

Sorry this is long↓ I don't own these memes. I've never claimed to do so. I just come across them on Pinterest when I'm on break at work and think they're funny so I like to share them. If I mistakenly put one on here that I shouldn't have please let me know! I like to respect people's wishes. And if you could add the creator names too that would be great so the same mistake isn't made twice. Sorry for the inconvenience that my sharing may cause. I hope you have a good day.

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[clutterclownstories]

🎈 Requests Closed! 🎈

What I do write:

- Gay, MLM, NBLNB, or NBLM only

-X Cis Male Reader

-X FTM Male Reader

-X NB / Gender neutral Reader

I WILL NOT write for x fem aligned

-Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrigston

Billy Hargrove

Jonathan

-Marvel

Thor

The Hulk

Iron Man

Wolverine

Black Panther

Caption America

Dr Strange

Deadpool

Loki

Vision

Shang Chi

Eddie Brock

Hawkeye

Ant Man

Star Lord

-DBH

Connor

Hank

Markus

Elijah Kamski

Open to more requests of characters (no nsfw of these characters)

-DC

Bruce Wayne (Comics)

Batman (Comics)

Superman

Aquaman

Joker

Open to more requests of different characters

-Star Wars

Obi-Wan

Anakin Skywalker

Luke Skywalker

-Batman Movie (2022)

The Batman

Bruce Wayne

The Riddler

-JJBA

Literally most characters

Jotaro X Kakyoin (The only character x character I’ll do)

-HxH

Chrollo

-Demon Slayer

Giyu

Rengoku

Tengen Uzui

Muichiro Tokito

Sanemi Shinazugaws

Open to more requests!

-COD

Simon “Ghost” riley

John Price

John “Soap” Mactavish

Gary “Roach” Sanderson

I can write for tons of characters, so even if someone isn’t on the list feel free to request! I may not know who they are, but I’ll do my best!

Things I WILL write:

-Smut (18+ CHARACTERS ONLY)

BDSM

(Aka Open to writing most kinks that I’m comfortable with.)

-Lime

-Fluff

-Angst

Comfortable with writing SH recovery, Mentions of past abuse, or past attempts of suicide. I’m also open to writing mentions of Homophobia or Transphobia (like bullying n’ stuff.)

-Headcannons

-Poly Relationship

-Specific Requests

-Unspecific Request (Still need character and Gender)

Things I WON’T write:

Non Con

18+ X 18-

Generally messed up stuff.

Racist, Transphobic, and Homophobic shit

Abusive Relationships

Some Character X Character

Non LGBTQ writing (I’m a gay man, so I write Gay stuff 🤷‍♂️)

Yandere characters or readers

Smut of IRL people (actors playing roles are okay)

When Requesting PLEASE include…

-Name of Character(s)

-Gender (FTM, Cis Male, or NB)

-Type of reader: Disabled, Chubby, Plus sized, Shorter, Taller, POC, Smart, Dumb, Clumsy, etc! (This isn’t required)

-Scenarios! (I prefer this!)

-Maximum of 4 Characters per story, 6 for headcannons.

-If your character if on multiple season of a show (example JJBA) PLEASE specify which season of the character you’d like me to write about.

Post Times!

I am disabled and have extreme fatigue, so sometimes my posting may come to a halt, but right now, I’m going to try to get out a few stories this week (if I get requests). I am also working on a slightly longer story so that’s exciting!

Byye Byee!!

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