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tinytinyblogs · 7 months

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The Sweetest One

He is the sweetest person you know, but there is a monster lurking inside of him. You are his, no matter what.

⚠Yandere theme⚠

Stray kids masterlist here

The icy midnight breeze pierced your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Your home, once a sanctuary of peace and comfort, now felt like a cold and hostile prison. Lee Minho, the coworker you had trusted and admired, stood in your bedroom, his dark silhouette emerging from the shadows. He had been lurking in your home, eavesdropping on your conversation with your friend about the stranger who had been trying to get close to you. You had given him your number out of politeness, but now you were consumed with regret. Your heart pounded in your chest as you realized the gravity of the situation. Lee Minho, the man you had thought was kind and trustworthy, was actually a manipulative and dangerous stalker. He had invaded your privacy and violated your sense of security. Now, you were trapped in your own home, with a predator lurking in the darkness.

You regretted giving him your number, but you regretted getting to know the real him even more. He was insane now, no longer the sweetest guy you knew. Dressed in all black, he showed up in front of you, his eyes gleaming with an eerie intensity. You were so shocked that you didn't realize the danger you were in, or the kind of monster standing in front of you. Your hand trembled as you held your phone, and it slipped from your grasp when you saw him there. You had always had a crush on him. He was so sweet, caring, and always there for you. But where did all the sweet Minho go? Had he ever been real? Or was this the true face of the man you had been falling for? Your mind raced as you tried to make sense of the situation. You knew that you needed to get away from him, but your fear paralyzed you. Minho smiled, but it was a cold and cruel expression. "I'm here to protect you," he said softly. "From the other men who are after you."

The feeling of nervousness and excitement around Minho is long gone. His sweet smile doesn't make your knees weak anymore. In fact, it sends a chill down your spine. It's insane that Minho is standing in your apartment in the middle of the night, like it's no big deal. His eyes are locked on you, and he's scanning you from head to toe, his gaze possessive and predatory. You know that you should be scared, but you're frozen in place. You can't believe that this is the same Minho you used to know and care about. He's changed so much. He's become obsessed with you, and it's terrifying. Minho's heart is racing. He's waited so long for this moment, and now you're finally there, under his control. It's like heaven on earth.

He's consumed by curiosity about you, but it's not a healthy curiosity. It's a dark and twisted curiosity. He wants to know everything about you, your deepest secrets, your darkest desires. He wants to possess you completely. He cannot satisfy his longing to learn more about you, especially the taste of your love and attention, which he rarely experiences. But he's not going to give up easily. He's going to get what he wants, even if it means destroying you in the process.

"I deleted them for you, love." His voice sent a chill down your spine. You had never been so scared in your life. He walked closer and closer to you, until you were backed up against the wall. He loomed over you, his gaze cold and calculating. "It's disappointing, Y/N. Can't you see I'm the only one who should have your attention? Yet you give your number to that bastard that easy?" You felt small and powerless. You knew you were in danger. Your body is frozen in fear. You should run, you should scream, but will it make things worse? The thought of you with another man is a nightmare for Lee Minho. He knows that other men find you as attractive and desirable as he does, and this makes him feel possessive and insecure. He can't imagine his life without you, and he's determined to keep you safe and protected. He doesn't want to share you with anyone else.

He wants to be the only man in your life. He wants to be the one who makes you laugh, the one who dries your tears, and the one who you can always count on. He knows that he's not perfect, but he loves you more than anything in the world. He's willing to do whatever it takes to make you happy and to keep you by his side. You gave your number to another man? That's fine. He'll show you who the better man is, the man who will take care of you and protect you from everything. Who else could it be? Lee Minho. No one else. Don't forget that he is the sweetest, most admirable, and loving person you've ever met.

He placed his cold finger on your chin and lifted your face up, making sure you had all your attention on him. He smiled, but it didn't feel the same. "Love, you better think more carefully about whatever you want to do. I'll let this one go, but I hope there are no more random guys in your life unless you want me to eliminate anyone." You could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears. The darkness he cast made the night even more terrifying. "You can't let anyone in your life except me, Y/N," he said. "You surely don't need anyone but me." He stood there for what felt like an eternity, but you couldn't believe that he was the same person you had always known. Minho was smiling ear to ear, as if he were in a state of euphoria. The scariest night of your life was the happiest one for him.

"Don't stop thinking about me, Y/N." He paused, his eyes lingering on every feature of your face, the ones he had become so obsessed with. His smile never left his face, that angelic face that no longer made your heart melt. "I want you to love me as much as I love you. I want you to only be able to think about me, to love me like no one else in the world." His grip tightened on your skin, his nails digging in almost to the point of drawing blood. You knew he wouldn't care about the scars, though. He loved leaving his mark on you, and he deeply believed that you would love him back, go crazy for him. But he didn't realize that the silent tears in your beautiful eyes told the whole world that you hated all the love he gave you.

The ticking clock represents the passage of time, and the fact that this moment is fleeting. But it also represents the endlessness of Minho's obsession with you. He is trapped in his own twisted world, where he believes that you belong to him completely. His breath, his touch, his smile were all you could see in the night view. This was the moment you would never forget, but for different reasons. You were terrified, while Minho was overjoyed. He would cherish this moment forever, while you began to hate him.

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coffee-430 · 2 months

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May I request Number 3 for Zhongli? It’s just made for him ngl

—100 Followers Event!

No. 3: "Would you prefer to have these chains in gold?" With Yandere Zhongli

Character: Zhongli

Warnings: yandere themes, non-consensual touching, obsessive behaviour, mentions of blood, vague mention of rape

Note: Lemme pretend I just didn't disappear for like a year (?). Anyway, hope this was to your liking!

You've come this far.

No way in fucking hell are you even thinking of going back.

Cuts and blood stained your skin, as your clothes were ripped and torn as you ran through the thick and dark forest of Teyvat. Climbing high ass mountains was definitely a death sentence, so you opted to run through a much less rocky path for your life.

You supposed being hurt by sharp branches and twigs was better than climbing very tall rocks.

Speaking of rocks, you were running away from the man you once thought was the love of your life.

The Geo Archon, he revealed, was insane to the bone and you never would've guessed that. You consider yourself fortunate that you happened to find out all that was happening to you.

Friends and family whom you've cherished ever so dearly, came back with news of them dying horrible deaths— the look and stares of people whenever you pass by was something you did not fail to not notice.

And that just so happens you connected all dots to him, and when you had confronted him about it— he began singing his 'undying love' for you. Claiming he was simply doing what he thinks is best for you.

Of course, you scoffed at that and mentioned breaking up with him. Just imagine the face he made when you made such a declaration.

And thus why, you were on the run.

Running for your life— and quite literally at that.

"Argh—!"

You yelped, tripping on a large root. The jagger ground didn't soothe your fall as you hissed in pain. But you wasted no more time and began to pick yourself back up.

Every stride taken, you pushed yourself harder, determination fueling your movements. The forest seemed to stretch endlessly before you, a daunting maze of shadows and whispers. You knew you had to keep going, had to find a way out before he could catch up to you.

Moonlight filtered through the foliage, revealing tears streaming down your face. Fear fueled your escape, and determination drove you deeper into the heart of the forest.

Zhongli's voice then echoed behind you.

He was faster and getting closer than you thought.

His voice was a haunting melody of anguish and rage. Shadows danced on the trees as he pursued you relentlessly, his footsteps gaining ground. And panic surged through you as you realized the gravity of your situation.

With every step, the forest felt like it was closing in around you, a labyrinth of uncertainty. The thicket became denser, almost slowing you down, but you pressed on, driven by a desperate need for freedom. The night air was thick with tension, and your senses heightened with each passing moment.

Suddenly, a break in the foliage revealed a small clearing bathed in moonlight. Your heart soared with hope, sprinting towards it, the air thick with anticipation. You stumbled out into the open space, chest heaving as your eyes scanned the surroundings for any sign of danger.

Just as you began to relax, a shadow loomed from behind, and you were horrified to see the very God you sought to escape, emerging from the darkness, his amber coloured eyes were wild with obsession.

"To even think of escaping my clutches was such a foolish thought, my dear."

His tone had a hint of growl in it, as if he was disappointed and annoyed at your pathetic attempt.

And before you even think, Zhongli got you cornered.

His godly power showed you just how powerful he was, and a mere human like you didn't stand a chance against an Archon like him.

His eyes glinted with a disturbing mix of desperation and obsession. "You can't escape from me, (Y/n)," he hissed, his hand found itself around your wrist and his grip on your trembling arm was tight.

Your heart pounded inside your chest as you tried to back away, mind racing for a way out. But there was no escape this time. His sheer strength alone was not to deter you hopelessly. You could tell he was holding back, for if he wasn't— he would have already broken a bone.

With no other choice, you were forcibly led back through the forest, each step echoing the surrender of your freedom.

Forced to be dragged back to your little home, your tear stained face looked blankly at the window as you watched the pitter patters of the rain.

No amount of yelling or begging could bring the Geo Archon to his senses, all words spoke of sheer pleading and request for freedom were all met with a kiss added with an embrace so suffocating you couldn't walk for a week, and the sharp threat of killing innocent people if you ever dared to leave him again.

You've come to accept your fate by now.

You couldn't risk having innocent lives die a pointless death just because you wanted to be free. The thought of it— freedom— and their deaths was what you deemed not worth it.

You hate it. You hate how you value the stakes of others instead of yours.

The doors to your pris— room— opened, and in he came. Followed by the sounds of metal clacking as he approached.

The brunette smiles at you, taking in all of your beauty and figure.

"You look wonderful tonight, my love." He complimented, taking a strand of your hair before he placed a kiss on it. "And you've been behaving well, too."

Chuckled the Archon, kneeling down in front of you— in his hands he presents two long metal chains with metal cuffs at both of its ends.

"It's a present."

The man announced, a gloved hand of his traced the length of your bare leg. And you swore you could have heard him sigh a small bliss.

He set down the chains and lifted your leg up, gently kissing your barefoot. In his eyes, he was not the divine being in this room, but you.

His actions made it clear that he worships you like a loyal devotee of a God.

"You've been so good." He whispered, using one hand to pick up the chains he set down. "As a reward, I shall make you choose."

"Would you prefer to have these chains in gold?"

Zhongli looked up at you like a man who found no error in the words he spoke. And then you, a person who can't find to fight back any longer, simply answered back:

"Would gold suit me?"

Amber eyes glinted and a grin was evident on his face. "In your case, my dear, you would look beautiful in anything."

As if you were Cinderella, he slips on the metal chains around your ankles with just the right amount of tightness— fitting you like a glove.

And as the storm lengthened outside, you knew that your nightmare was far from over. Trapped once again in the clutches of an obsessive lover, that you could only pray for a miracle to set you free.

#co430event!#co430requests #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere zhongli x reader #yandere genshin #thank you so much for 100 followers!

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chaosinyourhouse · 18 days

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•°•\Masterlist /•°•

-[Sonic]-

Sonic the hedgehog-

Headcanons-

Yandere sonic x reader-headconons

Songs-

Nothing yet, try asking!

Imagine-

Sonic x reader-imagine

Scenario-

Nothing yet, try asking!

-[Hazbin hotel]-

Lucifer Morningstar-

Headcanons-

Nothing yet, try asking!

Songs-

Nothing yet, try asking!

Imagine-

Nothing yet, try asking!

Scenario-

Nothing yet, try asking!

Adam-

Headcanons-

Nothing yet, try asking!

Songs-

Yandere Adam- meant to be yours

Imagine-

Nothing yet, try asking!

Scenario-

Nothing yet, try asking!

-[spooky month]-

Bob velseb-

Headcanons-

Yandere bob velseb x reader- deadly fascination

Songs-

Nothing yet, try asking!

Imagine-

Nothing yet, try asking!

Scenario-

Nothing yet, try asking!

-[Gravity falls]-

Bill cipher-

Headcanons-

Nothing yet, try asking!

Songs-

Nothing yet, try asking!

Imagine-

Nothing yet, try asking!

Scenario-

Nothing yet, try asking!

#spooky month #gravity falls #hazbin hotel #sonic the hedgehog #spooky month bob velseb x reader #gravity falls Bill cipher x reader #hazbin hotel Lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel Adam x reader #Sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic x reader #bill cipher x reader #Lucifer Morningstar x reader #Adam x reader #bob velseb x reader #Masterlist

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lolahauri · 3 months

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✎ Introduction ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Mainly writing for characters and/or themes i really want to read about, but have little to no content.

I do take requests. (Fic only. No RPF)

I don't have an anon list but I can start one if anyone wants to be labeled or become a regular anon.

DNI: Map, Zoo, Pro-Para, Pro-Ana, TERF, Zionist, Bigots, Minors, Antis, Discourse Blogs. Block me if you don't agree. ❤️🖤🤍💚

Things I Won't Write:

Sex crimes of any kind, super extreme kinks, violence/abuse used as a kink, anything most would consider "gross/weird" (ex: puke, shit, ddlg, pet play, age play). no exceptions, and no hate to dead dove writers, i'm just personally not willing to write these.

Things I Will Write:

Pretty much everything else i guess? Daddy/Mommy kink, Cheating, CNC/Dubcon, Sex Pollen, Legal Age Gap, Yandere, Power Dynamic (Prof/Student, Boss/Employee), Foot Fetish, Piss Kink, Breeding, Any regular/non-extreme kink (ex: Cock Warming, Dry Humping, Voyeur, Orgy, 3somes, Sex Toys, etc...) *if you aren't sure, just ask!*

Fluff, angst, smut, lewd, platonic, hurt/comfort.

HC'S, mood boards, one shots, short multi-chapter fics, imagines/drabbles.

Canon-friendly, Au's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.

Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Poly Ships of any kind.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Fictional Other (F/O) Imagines: +18, no names, they/them only.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on! (you can request others from these fandoms, but it will prob take me longer)

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve. Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee. YOU: Joe, Love, Beck, Peach. Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta. Regular Show: Mordecai, CJ, Benson. (Human Ver.) Attack on Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin. BNA: Michiru, Shirou. Stardew Valley: All adult humans. Total Drama: All season 1 contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley. SheRa: All adults (except Rogelio). King Of The Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luanne, Nancy, Dale, John Redcorn, Kahn, Min. American Dad: Francine. Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V, Tony. Riverdale: FP Jones, Jughead, Veronica, Hiram, Betty. Creepypasta: Ben, Jeff, Jane, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Slenderman, Masky, Hoodie, Toby, X Virus, Nina, Clockwork, Splendorman, Kate. Gravity Falls: Stan, Ford, Soos, Giffany Steven Universe: Jasper, Amethyst, Blue Diamond, Peridot, Lapis, Garnet, Rose, Bismuth, Greg. Adventure Time/Fiona and Cake: Princess Bubblegum, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona. COD: Konig, Ghost. Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabby, Edie, Mike, Lynette. DC: Batman, Harley, Joker, Ivy, Lex Luthor (Jesse Eisenburg). Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface (general), Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Wraith, Huntress, Trapper, The Trickster, Pearl, Carrie White, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Leatherface, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven. Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Waluigi, Bowser. Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo. Rick and Morty: Rick, Beth, Jerry. Stranger Things: Robin, Billy, Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper. Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast. Princess & The Frog: Shadow Man, Tiana, Lottie, Naveen. Ratatouille: Collette, Linguini. The Nanny: CC, Fran, Maxwell. Full House: Danny, Jesse, Joey. Big Bang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Amy, Penny. Spiderverse: Miguel, Hobie, Jessica Drew. Teen Titans (OG): Beast Boy, Starfire, Raven. Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite. Breaking Bad: Skylar, Jesse, Walter. National Treasure: Benjamin Gates, Riley Poole. Superstore: Jonah, Amy, Dina, Cheyenne. Spongebob: Man Ray, Dennis. Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell. Elemental: Wade, Ember. Mean Girls: Cady, Regina, Gretchen, Karen, Janis. Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy. Jane the Virgin: Jane, Michael, Rogelio, Petra, Xiomara, Rose, Luisa. Young Sheldon: Mary, MeeMaw. Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs) Fujimoto (Ponyo) Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980) Doug Remer (Baseketball) Ian Malcolm (Jurassic Park 1993) Rose Tyler (Doctor Who) Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops) Astarion (Baulders Gate 3) Trevor Phillips (GTA5) Shaun Murphy (The Good Doctor) Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia) John Doe (John Doe Game) Paul Blart (Paul Blart Mall Cop) Napoleon Dynamite (self titled) Fezzik (Princess Bride)

#x reader #self ship #shipping #ao3 writer #fandom #minors dni #intro post #pinned post #antis dni

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alex-rambles · 11 months

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Hey I was wondering if I could request headcanons{Yandere Bill} where the reader is full on convinced that they’re just imagining things and they 100% believe that Bill doesn’t really exist and it’s just their mind playing tricks on them? Like they straight up refuse to believe his existence.

-It pisses him off, but he can be somewhat understanding

-He is stuck in mindscape land after all

-Humans like to play off things they don't understand or don't want to believe as their "imagination"

-He'll just up the extremes

-Actually, he might use your thinking he's not real to his advantage

-If you're convinced nothing will actually happen, it may be that much easier to get you to shake his hand and seize the reigns of your body

-How could you think he's fake if he just possessed you?

-Although if that doesn't work, you'll have to acknowledge him once Weirdmaggedon is up and running, so ha!

-If you're not in Gravity Falls though his whole shagig failed

-The outcome really just depends

#yandere bill cipher #alex writes #yandere bill cipher x reader #yandere gravity falls x reader #billposting

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jeffersimp · 1 year

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List about what I can make •-•

You can make requests from me

• Headcanons

• Oneshots

• Fanfics

• Playlists

• Imagines

I don't write

• family ships (for example: I won't write Dipper x Mabel)

• smut/romantic stuff for child-like characters (it doesn't matter if they're mentally/physically a child. I won't do it.)

• heavy smut for aroace/asexual/aromantic characters

• actually, anything that seems weird to me or makes me uncomfortable-

BUT I can make

• Fluff

• Smut

• Angst

• Character x Character

• Character x Reader

• BxB

• GxG

• GxB

• Age gap relationships

• Yandere

• genderbent and trans characters

• female, male, trans and gender neutral reader

• And etc. :D

About

• Little Misfortune

• Life is Strange (LiS1, LiS2, LiS:BTS, LiS:True Colors

• South Park

• Stardew Valley

• Markiplier Cinematic Universe

• Jacksepticeye and Crankgameplays alter egos :D

• Undertale

• Marvel

• Dream Daddy

• Voltron: Legendary Defender

• Attack on Titan

• FNaF

• The Sun and Moon Show

• Cuphead (Casino Cups, DDWTD, The Cuphead Show, DLC, etc.)

• Yandere Simulator

• Gravity Falls

• BTS

• Lego Elves

• Creepypasta

• SCP

• Baldi's Basics

• Piggy

• Super Mario Bros

• Harry Potter

• Vtubers

• Helluva Boss

• Hazbin Hotel

• BNHA/MHA

• Lovelink

• BJ Alex

• Beastars

• Star Stable

• Henry Stickmin

• Rainbow Friends

• Tell Me Why

• Trollhunters

• The Last Guardian

• Your Boyfriend

• Amanda the Adventurer

• Hearts and Heroes

• Night at the Museum

• Sally Face

• My Candy Love

• Garten of BanBan

• Welcome Home

A/N: Oki, this little thing might be change, I know other fandoms too, but at the time, I could write just these bc I'm sleepy and my mind is almost dead xd :")

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dearest-painter · 6 months

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I'm happy! you do gravity fall!!

Remember the fact that Immortal therapist!reader used to date alot of demon because they try to get rid the demon with a spell or something but its actually marriage contract? Well one of the demon is a certain well know triangular inter-dimensional dream demon,Bill Cipher

Here some Yandere! Bill Cipher headcanon

-He is possessive, sadistic and manipulative ( Immortal therapist! reader can see right through his manipulation)

-He takes an interest in immortal therapist! reader chaotic nature and sees them as entertainment in this world of dull "normality".

-He the one who create SCP 729-J (In this au),making SCP 729-J technically their child.(I know Joke SCP supposed to not take seriously but I love freaking love Joke SCP)

Imagine after the blind date,Immortal therapist! reader suddenly got a phone call...Its Bill Cipher

https://pin.it/kClp6T3

Immortal therapist!reader just stares at the phone then goes to SCP 729-J. They crouch in front of the toy like creature as they whisper “Do you remember your father?” because they do…they fully remember that demon, how could they forget about him? The SCP seems happy that their parent finally acknowledges their dad yet..it’s obvious that Immortal therapist!reader wants nothing to do with the SCP’s father

#✉️mail arrived✉️#genderfluid enity answers!#immortal therapist!reader

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simons-temple-of-eros · 1 year

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💌 male reader requests open 💌

🌹 i’d like to try to push myself and write more and figured i’d do something for my fellow male/transmasc self shippers as well. for however long i can manage i’m opening my ask box for imagines for characters listed below. please keep in mind that i might take a while to write sometimes as i’m a sufferer of Chronic Tired Bitch Disease (non-fatal) and that there might be some things i’m not comfy writing.

❥❥ characters:

stanford pines (gravity falls) stanley pines (gravity falls) narrator (the stanley parable) paul leskowitz (petscop) rainer newmaker (petscop) red guy (dhmis) duck guy (dhmis) tony the talking clock (dhmis) jack walten (the walten files) brian stells (the walten files)

❥ as far as what i WON’T write, generally just no bigotted stuff, no explicit smut, (some nsfw/suggestive stuff is ok depending) i’m open to some darker subjects (self harm, depression, injury) and some yandere type stuff but nothing to far in the sense of kidnapping and stuff.

#male self shippers #stanford pines x male reader #tsp narrator x reader #rainer newmaker x reader #petscop x reader #dhmis x reader #jack walten x reader #brian stells x reader #tw blood

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carnal-lnstinct · 2 years

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why I did not see this before???

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 8D

(i know is only one but you deserve have all the roses =3)

asfjhd I don't think I even have that many written WIPs! Probably do, but I'll stick with a rule of three for this one lol ♥♥♥ One of his eyebrows rose curiously watching you slowly roam his way with a defeated look. "What's with the long face?" Vegito inquired the reason for your pout and pitiful expression turning up to him. The shift of your eyes made you appear hesitant to answer, shyly turning your head away for a moment. - VegitoxReader

NSFT - You let out a sigh while your hand freely pumped away at The Prince's exposed, swollen cock. His legs still stood strong against the heavy gravity, but he was hunched over the console until your other hand pulled him back against you. His body was just as you imagined it with his muscles all tensed, so firm behind the armored chestplate. “You remember what I like?” - DWD, Bitter III

"Fall in love with me? Yeah right." / "I don't think anyone's lookin' to do that any time soon." / "What do we know about falling in love anyway? I could love a chocolate bar like it was my last, as much as I could love another person and still waste no time eating it down to the crumbs."

[Gohan] smiled to himself. "I can understand that." -Yandere!GohanxReader

for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

#♚ ;; [ asks ]#nsft

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chocolatte-and-despair · 3 years

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Hello! May I ask for some headcanons of Mabel, Pacifica and Dipper with a Demon!Darling?

Mable Pines

* Mable would find it pretty hot and she would try to make you show her what you can do while being a demon. She is pretty excited and would make sure that you understand how much she loves and accepts you!

Pacifica Northwest

* Pacifica would sell her soul in exchange of you being hers until she dies and never talking or looking at anyone else. Pacifica knows what she is doing and she doesn't want to allow anyone else to be with you while she has you.

Dipper Pines

* Dipper would be both scared and excited. He has bad memories with demons, but at the same time, he does really love you and hopes that you would try and become more human for him, so you two can be together.

#yandere gravity falls imagines #yandere imagines #gravity falls imagines #yandere gravity falls headcanons #yandere headcanons #gravity falls headcanons #yandere gravity falls #yandere #mabel pines #dipper pines #pacifica northwest #yandere mable pines #yandere dipper pines #yandere pacifica northwest

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yandere-toons · 2 years

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Okay so like, if you want to, could you do Bill Cipher with an s/o who is *extremely* disobedient to what he wants? Like, they're of no threat to him and they don't even know how to defeat him (let alone knowing the fact that they even can in the first place), but they're just always making things so terribly difficult for him with this seemingly unbreakable spirit. Thank you! I love your writings! You're a huge inspiration! Keep doing what you're doing!

Bill Cipher (Romantic Scenario - "So I Married a Dream Demon")

WARNING: reality warping, alcohol use, implied death.

A.N. - I made the reader into a disaster human devoid of self-preservation, complete with raging party animal tendencies and no inhibitions. This story is utterly chaotic, and I had the time of my life writing it.

"IT'LL DO ALL SORTS OF THINGS to your human chemistry," chuckled Kryptos, a voice so speedy that you barely understood the demon, his rhombus-shaped body rattling with manic laughter. He presented a plastic cup full of opaline liquid. "It's just like you human's punch, only a lot stronger!"

As you raised a hand to grab the cup, you turned your head to the bustling throng of demons partying like it was the sole purpose of their life and called, "Hear that? I'll look like you, Pyronica!"

Over the booms of jaunty music, shrill cackling reverberated through the hollow pyramid in response.

Before you could taste the opalescent punch, a black cane hooked the rim of the glass, pulling it down and away from your lips. "Not so fast," came a high-pitched voice echoing all around you. "A drink like that would destroy your weak, fleshy constitution."

The cane retracted as a triangular demon floated into the exchange, his one eye sporting a narrow, vertical pupil to set upon Kryptos with uncanny intensity. His top hat defied the laws of physics, remaining stiff and perfectly balanced on the sharp tip of his would-be head.

Bill Cipher was the colour of polished gold. He straightened the black bowtie attached to the lower half of his body, and Kryptos recoiled like a scavenger in the presence of an apex predator.

"Bill!" The name burst from his wide mouth in unmistakable alarm. "What a nice surprise!"

After debasing Kryptos with an eye roll, Bill pushed his wine glass into your face. "I think your human tastebuds will find this more appealing."

As you squinted at the beverage with a tight frown, he looked away and twirled the glass like a wizard preparing to cast a spell.

"I stole it from a rich flesh bag centuries ago!" The dream demon shook with a barbarous chuckle. "After I took his soul, of course!"

You nudged the drink towards Bill with the back of your hand, causing him to pause and watch in ominous silence. "Thanks, but I'll stick with the demon punch."

His body, flat and devoid of all orifices but an ovoid eye, gave so few indicators of his mood that you were often helpless to imagine unless he was flaming red and using a voice lower than the deepest cello.

He seemed peeved at your blatant disregard for his warning, but the triangle masked it with a demeaning chuckle and a twirl of his cane. "Don't blame me if you grow an extra head."

Although his attitude dampened your smile for an instant, you fired back with one of the many ridiculous thoughts swirling around your mind. "Why would I blame you? Having an extra head was my birthday wish when I was six!"

Kryptos descended into a fit of energetic, hyena-like laughter as you accepted the cup and began gulping it like a weary traveller's first taste of water in days.

Pointing a finger at you, Bill leaned forward to surpass Kryptos and compel him to retreat. "It's things like this that make me want your soul!" The dream demon extended a hand and floated closer still. "What do you say we shake hands and skip the ceremony altogether?"

You took an abrupt step away from him, drawing your arms to your body and eyeing his hand as though it carried the plague.

A search of the area for a suitable distraction yielded Zanthar and Pyronica spinning an Eye-Bat in midair.

"No, I'd prefer the ceremony," you murmured in a hasty attempt to rid yourself of his attention before shouting, "Save a spot for me!" and running to the pair of demons.

Kryptos went to follow, only for Bill to dart in front of him and obstruct his view of you.

"Krypty!" greeted the triangle in a falsely chipper tone, and the rhombus noticed -- with fear dawning in his mind like a brilliant sunrise -- that his cane had vanished. Bill flashed to his side and curled an arm around the demon to hold him in place. "Let's chat, pal!"

As if he had predicted the conversation, an explanation came spilling out of Kryptos. "I didn't mean nothing by it, Bill!" Erratic chuckles, seemingly uncontrollable, disrupted every second or third word. "I just wanna make 'em feel welcome!"

The dream demon summoned a new wine glass and incinerated his old one with a snap of his fingers, drinking through his eye and finding satisfaction in how the rhombus quivered and pleaded. "I'll tell you what. Since I'm in such a good mood, I'll let you off the hook."

Bill retracted his arm and turned to look at Kryptos directly, his voice deepening just enough to convey a twinge of malevolence. "But you pull a stunt like that again, and I'm dumping you in a time vortex."

Frantic grunts that Bill treated as nods rattled Kryptos, and the demon fled to the opposite end of the pyramid. The triangle observed his departure to ensure that he was far away before gliding in the direction of Zanthar and Pyronica.

A gremlin-like demon with Magic 8-Balls for eyes and two long fangs protruding from his lower jaw blocked his path. A fire brick hexagon with a moustache and a bowler hat appeared by his side.

Extending his pinky finger and taking a modest sip of the sparkling wine, Bill enjoyed his best impression of a classy gentleman. "8 Ball, Hectorgon, thanks for coming. Unlike those no-shows, Teeth and Keyhole." The triangle looked askance at the adjacent wall as if glaring through the many dimensions of the universe to shame the two demons.

A brief survey of the room led to another when Bill spotted a pair of demons jumping into a portal with you close behind. The sight drew a yelp from the dream demon, and he flung the wine glass over his top hat in favour of gripping the sides of his triangular head.

Before you could touch the surface of the portal, you were yanked away from it by a robust force.

Bill obstructed your view of the magical doorway, his eye tinged with red and his hands reaching for your shoulders. "How many times do I have to tell you not to jump into random portals without me?!"

You visibly deflated at his touch, but every attempt to retreat from it only resulted in his grip following. "I've been at this party for long enough." Peeking around the triangle's sharp edges like a kid trying to see into a forbidden area, you clung to the final spark of curiosity propelling you to leap into the magical doorway without any care for the destination. "I'm going to a new one!"

Just for a moment, the dream demon's eye reverted to its usual configuration of black and white. "New one?" The perceived slight against his ability to host an entertaining party -- and additionally, the implication that someone else could do better -- spurred a burst of fire to erupt behind him.

The fleeting calm was further erased by the sudden renewal of his hold on you, his voice rising in volume and instability. "This is the most important day of your life, you ignorant flesh bag!"

Streaks of black and red infected his body, and he tripled in size to cast an enormous shadow over you. "Do you have any idea how many beings have killed to be in your position?"

A lanky demon with one eye and dual horns approached from behind, her pink dress and equally luminous skin ablaze. She extended a plastic cup towards Bill and lightly shook it. "I think the punch is running out."

Her voice was shrill like a bat's wail, but her confidence in engaging the triangle sank when his eye, now as red as blood oranges, rotated 180 degrees to offer a look that swiped her damned soul from her hellish body.

Removing his arm from you and raising it, Bill snapped his fingers.

Copious amounts of vivid juice akin to rainbow vomit gushed out of the cup and sprayed Pyronica's face at such a high velocity that she was knocked backwards onto the cold floor.

The cup rolled on its side to the gnarled feet of 8 Ball, who fixed his bug-eyed gaze on the object with pronounced surprise.

The music wavered for a moment as if considering a lull but decided not to risk garnering the dream demon's attention.

Eyes darting around your immediate surroundings, the arrival of an airborne demon fluttering within arm's length conjured a new thrill in your dissatisfied expression.

The demon, weak and disoriented from chugging the multitude of glasses swept against its body like a child hugging their favourite toy, was oblivious to your interest until you snatched one of its drinks. In response, numerous heads with various facial features that were both masculine and feminine protruded from gangly necks.

As the pink demon clutched her eye in pain, Bill realized you had slipped away. A glass of punch was replacing what used to be your shoulder, which he promptly shattered against the black tile comprising the ground.

Nearby demons were coated in a wave of mystical juice not meant to be absorbed into the skin, but they merely ducked their heads and suffered as the scalding heat emitted by Bill glided past. His fists, quivering and clenched, were aglow with captivating flames that imitated a blue giant tucked away in the depths of outer space.

Near the centre of the room, Hectorgon was chugging punch while you and Zanthar watched in morbid curiosity. "Pour it on me! I can take it!" proclaimed Hectorgon as he outstretched a pair of cups, his voice encumbered.

The purple demon Zanthar, whose face resembled a loaf of bread, squeezed one of the cups and did as the hexagon asked.

Hectorgon's smooth surface was overcome by buboes as it began to sizzle, and after an agonizing fight against the urge to panic, he dropped to the floor and rolled back and forth.

The sight amused a roving Bill into extinguishing his flames, the hint of red creeping into his body reverting to yellow. The sound of your laughter was, at first, short and intermittent but heightened to uproarious glee.

Bill descended at a comfortable speed and lowered his arm across your shoulders, pointing a thin finger at the demon and joining your merriment with gales of his high-pitched laughter. "That was a good one!" he howled between multiple breaths that all threatened to explode in amusement.

As he started to look in your direction, you burst out of his grip with an excited gasp and sprinted to the punch bowl, which levitated near the centre of the room.

There, a demon who resembled a stout, bipedal bull with a pacifier tied to its stomach was swigging directly from the bowl. "Paci-Fire!" you exclaimed, and the demon paused to nod its head at you before resuming the binge.

Disappointment caused Bill's eye to close halfway.

The rhythmic modulations of the techno song plunged into discordant notes that scrambled the beat and tweaked the volume, plunging the dance floor into disarray as partygoers struggled to match it. You embraced the chaos in a chain of foolhardy sways that obeyed a tune of your own, and the triangle floated above you.

"I'm gonna pop out for a bit." He pointed a thumb and looked in the direction of his newly spawned portal. "I've got some souls I need to torture. We'll pick up the ceremony when I get back."

After studying your reckless enjoyment of the music for a moment, he narrowed his eye. "No running away to another dimension, got it?" The triangle crossed his arms and glanced at a random corner of the pyramid, leaning back slightly with his legs outstretched in front of himself. "Okay? I had to burn through three dimensions last time to find you, and Time Baby won't let me hear the end of it."

As his voice sharpened in disdain at the mention of the time lord, he looked to you for confirmation of his wishes.

You extended a thumb into the air without meeting his gaze.

Bill watched for a moment longer before accepting that the hand gesture was the best answer he was going to receive. Flying into the portal, the dream demon grumbled, "If you're gone when I come back, I'm incinerating this dimension."

* * *

THE PASSAGE OF TIME in this vessel of partying seemed slower than a tortoise crossing the street, while just as suddenly, it would become faster than a cheetah sprinting on the plains of the savannah. The realm itself was indifferent to whether a minute or a month passed, combining the two in an experience that cluttered your brain and never evolved from a shindig for demons who did not know the meaning of sleep.

A jumble of empty cups, some still laced with droplets of punch around the rim, sat near your feet. There was no instant death, but instead, there was a birth of lights and colours in your vision that pranced like show horses on a stage. Overwhelming energy flooded your veins and drained you of any care for how long you had inhabited the pyramid.

Bill levitated down from a portal—which promptly closed behind him—and hovered in front of you. "I see you've acquainted yourself with demon beverages in my absence." He pressed a finger to the area just below his eye, squinted, and teased in a coy tone, "Aw, did you miss me that much?"

Only sparing minimal attention to his words, your agreement outpoured in a rapid, "Yeah, yeah, yeah." If you had a tail, it would have been wagging. "Can we go to the disco dimension after this?"

"I don't see why not." As soon as he finished the last word, the triangle looked as if he had been slapped. "Wait a millennium, how do you know about that place?" A tinge of red seeped into his body, and he whirled around to face the nearest group of demons, his fists balled and rage flooding his tone like a torrential downpour. "Which one of you told them about the multiverse?"

Sinister distortions, akin to a choir echoing his words at the same time he spoke them, pervaded his voice as it deepened to unnatural levels. The red tint glowing beneath the yellow surface of his brick-like figure swelled to that of chilli pepper, and the dream demon began to grow in size until the poor devils under his glare appeared shrunken.

An amphibious demon who was the cross between a fish and an ape found himself shoved to the head of the crowd. His fellow demons retreated to a cluster several steps away, watching him with a mixture of dread and relief at their perceived deliverance from Bill's wrath. "I-" the demon searched the ranks in a final, desperate plea for assistance but received nothing more than frightened stares.

Meeting the triangle's gaze obliterated any sense of confidence in his life, and as his next words tumbled from his swollen lips, he wished for death to claim him before they ended. "The human showed me how to play beer pong," explained the amphibious devil in a slurred voice that was barely distinguishable from an animalistic groan.

The hellish flames swirling around Bill vanished, his colour and size reverting to their usual forms. "Oh, I see," he pondered in mock understanding, raising a finger above his bowtie and looking at the spiked ceiling as though his intent was not obvious. "Then why don't I just eject you to the dimension of eternal suffering?"

Before the amphibious demon could flee, a portal was summoned beneath his webbed feet. He clawed the tile for support, with half his body having plummeted into the separate dimension until an unseen force yanked the rest of him out of sight.

A scream accompanied his fall, but it ended prematurely when Bill closed the portal with a snap of his fingers.

The triangle rested his hands on the sides of his angular body. "Well, now that that's over," he began as if he had not just sentenced someone to a lifetime of torture for allegedly speaking out of turn. "Let's get this thing started!"

Cheering erupted from every demon in the pyramid, a raucous, earsplitting noise that fanned your reluctance to approach. Bill closed the distance himself, but upon noticing how you examined the crowd like someone who had awoken to the wrong house, he offered, "If you prefer we go home early, I can do it right now."

Jutting his arm forward, Bill proposed a handshake.

The appendage was enveloped in a blue flame as if it were a match struck across metal.

Your gaze was blank and devoid of any idea of how to proceed, lingering on his hand in quiet bafflement. "That's gonna be a problem. I may have already promised my soul to at least a dozen demons here."

The flame extinguished itself, and Bill's cat-like pupil shrank into a slit. His hand remained outstretched as if giving you a small window of time to reveal a bad joke that would convince him not to assault every living thing in the pyramid.

When you waved to a passing demon instead, the triangle glanced between the two of you as he began to twitch.

A crimson glow invaded his sunny complexion like the day turning to a moonless night in seconds, a golden light shimmering from within the crevices in his body. Blackness replaced the white of his eye and bestowed a yellowish pupil that shone in ire, but the transformation was interrupted by a green demon with a serious underbite ambling forward.

In a voice that answered the question of how an old man would sound if speaking with a barely functional mouth, 8 Ball grunted, "This is a great party, Bill!" The final syllable had narrowly drifted past his chapped lips when the triangle seized him by his left fang and jerked him down to eye level.

The gaze alone was enough to rob the green demon of warmth, but when Bill spoke at such a low, guttural pitch that the area vibrated, 8 Ball was nearly driven to empty his stomachs onto the floor. "Don't talk to me like we're friends."

8 Ball was shoved back, his cup of punch spilling onto his dry skin.

Bill's proportions gradually swelled until he was half the height of the pyramid, and the spaces between his brick-like pattern grew as multiple pairs of spindly arms extended from the centre of his body.

Every limb glowed like a brilliant jewel glistening in the breadth of the sun. Rows of fangs, each one chipped and cloaked in a rotten yellow, bulged from beside each pair of arms. Long, black tongues poured out of his body as if they were tar and bobbed along with his movements. Instead of floating, the triangle stood on two legs.

Having the dream demon's attention, when he was so pushed to this, such vivacious and belligerent extremes, was like staring into a bottomless pit and sensing it return the favour. The mystery and untold power drew the closest thing to fear that you could muster. It was not a concern for pain or death, but rather, it was delicate respect for the mightiness before you.

As the diabolic entity watched from his great height, he refused to lower his position and face you directly, looking down as though he were a king not deigning to meet a peasant on level ground. "You," seethed the demon in a prolonged groan that dripped with vitriol.

"You sold your soul to every demon in here!" His voice evolved into a strident shriek that rattled the walls, and the partygoers descended into a frantic mess of whimpers and alcohol stains as their grips crushed the glasses.

"I never shook hands with anyone!" you protested. "I only said I would after the party!" This revelation inspired a modicum of peace within Bill, for his subsequent silence allowed each creature in the pyramid a few instants to consider their next move.

"You never shook hands with anyone, huh?" The thunderous echo following his words threatened to claim your hearing. There was a teasing component to them as if you had unwittingly told a secret, which seemed to come true when Bill redirected his focus at the ranks of demons cowering throughout the room.

"All of you." His spider-like limbs unfurled in a wave of golden light, and the high-pitched voice he had used with you devolved into a hellish growl. "Hold still while I rip your souls from your bodies."

Portals to the first dimension that entered each demon's mind spawned on the walls and floor as pandemonium usurped fun.

Demons leapt blindly into the magical gateways without stopping to wonder if the universe it was delivering them to was any safer, for the concept of a danger superior to the one filling the pyramid with deranged laughter was, at that moment, impossible.

As the fiends poured into various dimensions to evade the clutches of Bill, one demon who resembled a rhombus-shaped compass levitated to the triangle.

The demon was Kryptos, and he had a deal to present. "Come on, Bill!" he chuckled in a hyper, fast-paced voice that matched his indefatigable hand gestures. "We can split their soul! Fifty-fifty. What do you say?"

The entire structure jumped when Bill slammed his fists into the floor on either side of Kryptos.

Jagged, gigantic cracks formed in the tile, and with an unhinged combination of fury and boundless amusement, the triangle bellowed, "Split?!" Cackling reverberated through every corner of the pyramid as Bill floated off the ground to kick his legs like a child, prompting Kryptos to perform a quick sweep of the area for the nearest portal.

"Oh," sighed the dream demon, wiping a fake tear from his eye. "The only thing getting split around here is you." He brought down a fist large enough to destroy a building singlehandedly in an attempt to crush the rhombus, who lifted his arms to his face in a futile shield and screamed in terror.

Zanthar dove out of the dwindling crowd and tackled Kryptos to knock him out of harm's way. The gorilla-like demon tucked the rhombus between his chest and one of his front legs.

Nothing but a crater remained of his previous location, a fact which drew a howl of rage from Bill. The triangle pursued as Zanthar fled to one of the last and remotest gateways, and you noticed a portal on the floor that had been obscured by Bill's enormous shape.

* * *

"MAN, THIS 'BILL' GUY SOUNDS LIKE A REAL BRIDEZILLA." A young brunette, Mabel, clad in a vibrant sweater and skirt narrowed her eyes with a chuckle, looking at her twin brother who sat beside her on a lime green braided rug.

The boy, Dipper, wore a blue and white ballcap and twiddled his fingers while staring at the floor in a mixture of uncertainty and frustration. "Yeah, a pretty lousy groom," he muttered.

You weaved the details of the story like threads in a stitch, and from his position on the opposite side of the room, Stanley Pines had glanced over his shoulder each time the triangular demon was mentioned. He was adjusting a portrait of himself on the wall, tilting it over and over again in an identical series of motions as he struggled to divvy his attention between interior decorating and eavesdropping.

A ding in the next room interrupted your tale.

"Hold on, hold on!" Mabel jumped up and motioned for you to stay put. "I'm gonna grab the popcorn." As she raced into the kitchen, her head reappeared from around the corner to shout, "Don't finish the story without me!"

Although the laughter and inquisitive comments of his great-niece and great-nephew, respectively, deterred him from hijacking the conversation, the fez-wearing man was not comfortable with leaving the room just yet.

"What did you say this town was called?" Not remembering if the question had been answered before, you tacked on a quick "again" and faced the boy sitting on the edge of the patchwork rug.

Dipper cocked his eye as if surprised that the information was not known to you. "Gravity Falls."

The name was like a distant memory, one that brought a degree of familiarity to your surroundings despite lacking in detail.

The suspicion lingering in his gaze was palpable, but the sudden return of Mabel dissuaded him from airing it.

Clutching a bowl of popcorn in her arms, the girl stumbled through the doorway to the kitchen. "Did I miss the ending? I didn't miss the ending, right?" She groped for a seat on the rug and grunted in frustration when a handful of kernels bounced onto the floor.

"You didn't miss anything, Mabel." Dipper crinkled his eyes in amusement, for his twin sister had expelled a dramatic sigh of relief.

Bouncing your knee, you scanned the myriad trinkets lining the walls of the shop before concluding your story. "Anyway, that's how I came to be married to a dream demon."

A look of unadulterated awe overtook Mabel's face as she pressed her palms against her cheeks. "You're married to a demon?" Her voice bordered on breathless, and she narrowed her eyes in playful irritation. "Lucky!"

Ignoring the chuckle you emitted in response to his twin sister's comment, Dipper moved to shush the girl. "Mabel!" he scolded with a hint of embarrassment undermining his serious tone, but his attitude shifted to one of confusion when a missing piece of the story irked his inquisitive mind.

"Wait," mumbled the boy, slowly turning back to you and quirking his eyebrows. "Where's the demon now?"

After fidgeting in the chair for an instant to get comfy, you looked at Dipper as if the subject was an unfortunate chore. "Oh, he never lets me go for too long! I'm sure he'll be here any day now."

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