#yandere michael corner

[yanxidarlings]

ik i should focus on requests but i just have some ideas

what if the reader from the slytherin x dormmate reader series ended up in ravenclaw? (spoiler alert he now has a ravenclaw yandere harem) will address the slytherin side of this conundrum in another post but for now i present

YANDERE HOGWARTS: RAVENCLAW BOYS X DORMMATE READER

"ravenclaw" the entire hall falls dead silent, m/n l/n, from the famous l/n family? the purebloods that have been in slytherin for centuries? a ravenclaw. the young boy had a look of horror on his face as he sat there in shock.

the sorting hat was taken off his head and mcgonagall ushered him towards the ravenclaw table. "no- but" he squeked out as he was sat with the rest of the first year ravenclaws. he felt himself bumping into someone as he sat down, oh my god did i just touch a mudblood, m/n thought, stealing a glance at the person- boy, who was next to him, merlin help me i'm going to hell.

"names michael corner" m/n heard the faint voice of another boy, his handoutstretched as the prefect led the first years up the ravenclaw tower stairs. do i have to do this walk everyday, m/n thought to himself as he stared ahead blankly. "you alright, mate?" the boy walking next to m/n spoke once again, waving his hand in front of m/n's face.

taking it one step further, the boy poked m/n on the cheek, snapping him out of his thoughts - "get your hands off me you filthy-" "quiet down first years, this is the entrance to the common room" m/n was cut off by the prefect, sending a glare the boy - maxwell?, myles? michael?.

• yeah so homeboy reader was not prepared to get sorted into any house but slytherin. i mean ig ravenclaw is better than hufflepuff or god forbid gryffindor but by a small margin.

• dude kinda misses his slythergremlins sure they were annoying but at least they aren't going to suck the magic out of him like the muggleborns in ravenclaw were.

• so reader doesn't really get off on the best foot with his new dormmates, probably says something offensive, and boom, now his dormmates hate him. not to mention his childhood friends who got sorted into slytherin as expected started giving him the cold shoulder.

• okay so they don't hate him but he does feel like the odd one out. yes his first question when he arrived at the dorms was their blood status's and he purposely moved his bed further away from them just so he didn't accidentally catch half blood cooties but it only took him six months to stop scrubbing down the shower before taking one incase one of them carried a virus that would convert him into a blood traitor.

TERRY BOOT (fancast fionn whitehead):

• terry boot is probably the most offended of the three, the other two take the readers behaviour in relative stride but terry get's pretty bothered. is it because he's upset that reader doesn't like him or is it because he's actually offended? the world may never know

• at some point he started going through readers stuff, just to make sure he isn't trying to poison us, but steals little keepsakes like socks, pins and the l/n family signet ring that sent the reader on a rampage for an entire month before he gave up on finding it.

• the winter break after that, reader came back to hogwarts with bruises all across his legs.

"you fell down the stairs? is your coordination that poor or are you getting an early start on the hereditary alcholism in your family" terry scoffed, arms folded, a sceptic expression on his face as he observed the boys bruised limbs.

m/n scoffed "the l/n house has moving stairs you dimwit" he quickly closed the door to the bathroom "you nearly fell down the staircase on the way to potions last term" he added from behind the door. terry frowned, did he see scars on l/n's arm as well? he reached down into his pocket and gripped onto the signet ring he had taken from m/n's bedside table in november.

maybe i should give it back, he thought as he observed the pattern on the ring. as he approached m/n's bed, he began searching for a place to put the ring - on the table? inside the little cauldron? under the bed.

terry kneeled down, moving the sheet's out the way as the shoved it under neath the bunk. you know what, he called me mudblood last year, he can suffer. and with that, boot took the ring and hid it back in his pillowcase.

• terry is a denial kind of yandere, at least in this case, he justifies his actions in his mind and see's nothing wrong with what he does. stealing their stuff? friends share things all the time, stalking them? no he's just going in the same direction, manipulating them? he's sorry if they feel that way but that wasn't his intention.

• his initial dislike of the reader is what fuels his obsession, he simultaneously hates them, wants to be them and wants to be with them. terry thinks he wants the reader to become more accepting of life outside the pureblood bubble he was raised in but once he does and is able to function without the help of his dormmates, terry becomes abominably jealous.

• oh, you ate dinner all on your own without having to wait for terry and anthony to sit next to you and protect you from actual muggleborns? the audacity.

MICHAEL CORNER (fancast owen teague):

• michael is nowhere near as offended as terry, he honestly finds the readers behaviour kind of amusing if not a bit weird. but all purebloods are weird like that, besides it's impossible to hate someone with such a pretty face.

• his darling might be a bigoted blood supremacist but they're his bigoted blood supremacist. he's not as pressed about educating the reader about equality as terry he just figures that eventually the reader will fall madly in love with him and decide that true love is more important than the bloodline and then they'll have 10 babies together and live happily ever after.

• so please don't burst his bubble and act disgusted or blatantly reject his advances. michael really tries to ease his darling into his affection but doesn't really understand that going from sitting next to each other in classes is not one step below sleeping in his bed with him.

"what on merlins beard are you doing" m/n yelled as he swiftly kicked michael in the stomach, flinging the other off his bed. with an oomph, corner placed a hand on his stomach "ow, what is wrong with you" he whined, shifting to lean on his elbows, staring at m/n with a shocked expression "i should be asking what's wrong with you - have you not heard of personal space"

michael clicked his tongue, his eyes rolling "surely we've known each other for long enough to have sleepovers.. you know what a sleepover is right?" "i've never even seen your family tree and you want me to share a bed with you" m/n let out a scoff "you half-bloods are like cavemen merlin help me" he laid back and covered himself with his blanket.

blinking, michael fell silent for a moment "would you like me to get you a copy?" he finally asked, elaborating when the irritated boy muttered what from under the blanket "i'll find my family tree records and give you a copy if you'd like" he replied surely, a smile gracing his face.

m/n pulled the blanket down from covering his face, "well" he started, furrowing his brows, as if deep in thought "i guess so?"

• michael is the only one who openly pursues a romantic relationship with the reader. the darling can never tell the other two's true intentions but god damn is it obvious that michael's goal is to put a ring on it.

• even in fifth year, when he had a few girlfriends, he could. not. leave. reader. alone. literally invited his darling on his dates with ginny and then cho and made several inappropriate propositions and talked about the reader too much on the rare occasions that he was alone with any of his girlfriends which is why they all broke up with him pretty quickly.

• "m/n" "what" "cho broke up with me can you date me instead" "wtf"

ANTHONY GOLDSTEIN (fancast tarjei sandvik moe):

• anthony is intrigued by the reader the moment they sat next to him on the night of the sorting ceremony. any attempts he made at befriending his darling fell on deaf ears. so.. he couldn't help but want to take a look into his mind. and he was a natural born legilimens so it's not like his darling would notice.

• becomes protective of him almost immediately after. his darling is just so fragile and needs someone mature like anthony to make good decisions on his behalf. anthony is quick to cut off his darling from his childhood friends, so that when they got over their shock over the readers sorting, reader would be too attached to his new best friend to want them back.

• he won't let the darling out of his sight, when he studies in the library so will they, they should also take the same classes as him so he can help them with their homework. will mess with their dreams if they try to distance themself from him.

what a poor baby, anthony cooed to himself as he watched m/n from a distance. his cheeks red and tear stained as he bit his index finger, a sob escaped his lips as he wiped his face with his sleeve.

sure, anthony could have stopped riddle, nott and malfoy from shoving m/n around and calling him vile names, but then he would miss out on m/n's endearing sob session that came afterwards.

in the corner of his eye he spotted malfoy on his way back, and swiftly rushed in, hooking his arms with m/n's and dragging the other off with them "wh-" "malfoys on his way back" anthony picked up his pace "were you were watching the whole time?" m/n asked shakily. anthony pulled them both into another corridor, turning to face m/n "yes" he blinked "and you didn't do anything!" the red-faced boy choked out.

anthony smirked "you.. wanted me to come and defend you from malfoy and his goons?" his heart skipped a beat as m/n remained silent, looking defeated "no- i just- uh... i don't- i just" m/n stuttered, face flushing even redder as he stared at the ground.

• anthony infantilises his darling, treating him as a child that can't do anything right. it gets even worse in fifth year when he becomes a prefect: "dumbledore made me a prefect and not you because he knows you can barely tie your own shoelaces"

• goidsteins a lil condescending towards his darling, he exaggerates their mistakes and downplays their achievements. anything to make them dependent on his constant presence. he feels bad sometimes but when they come running to him for everything, it's all worth it ✨

• unlike other groups of yanderes *cough* the slytherins *cough*, these three don't have much of a problem sharing. they're already good friends, and aren't nearly as possesive as some yandere's (le slytherins) not to mention; at first, it's only michael who is openly pursuing the darling romantically.

• terry and anthony don't realise that they like the darling in the same way michael does until like, fifth year. sure there had been cuddling, shared showers and a bit too much emotional intimacy for 'just friends' but what can you expect from a bunch of nerds 😔✋.

• the ravenclaws foster one hell of a dependant relationship with the reader, becoming the only people he isn't nervous around, convincing him everyone else wouldn't be as understanding and his old friends hate him they want him dead so they promise to look after him in return for.. access to the l/n's private library.

• no they expect affection and loyalty back also as soon as they all graduate readers going to move out of his family home and move in with them dormmates for life right?

• no they aren't the worst yandere's not by a milestone but there's just something so suffocating about them.

• the darling will eventually be pressured into a poly relationship with the three. yes they actually ask him if he wants to date them but it's a rhetorical question it's either yes, or no and they start spiking his water with amortentia - then it's also yes.

• as ravenclaws, they realise that violence is not the answer, mind control is. disobedience, rejection, and provoking jealousy will result in the use of the imperius curse or a love potion.

#yandere harry potter #yandere anthony goldstein #yandere terry boot #yandere michael corner #yandere ravenclaw #hp writings #yandere slytherin #terry boot #anthony goldstein #michael corner #hp yandere #harry potter x reader #x reader #x male reader #reader insert #sobbing i spent two hours trying to get the images to work my computer was trying to implode on itself #hp #harry potter fandom #draco malfoy #yandere draco malfoy

[froggibus]

Finders, Keepers - slasher!Jason Todd

Pairing: slasher! Jason Todd x f! Reader (reader uses f pronouns & has a pussy)

Genre: smut/NSFW

Word Count: 2k

Summary: as you feel his knife pressing into your skin, you look up at him through teary eyes. “I’ll do anything to live,” you say, but Jason intends to make you deliver on that promise.

CW: (Tagging this as possible noncon because you get held at knifepoint and fuck him so he doesn’t kill you, but eventually get into it) dubcon, maybe noncon? , knifeplay, reader gets held by knifepoint, serial killer! jason todd, stalking/chasing, oral (m! receiving), face fucking, fingering, finger sucking, cervix fucking, size difference, unprotected sex, creampie, kinda yandere themes?

day 2!! we are still going strong lol. absolutely love the idea of Jason Todd being a slasher, I kinda went for a cross between Michael Myers, Ghostface and Jason Voorhees here. anyway, hope you guys enjoy :)

Kinktober Masterlist

You dive and roll behind the marble countertop, covering your mouth to hide your teetering breath. Your ribcage aches with every beat of your heart, the pounding so loud you swear you can hear it echoing. You only pray he doesn’t notice.

Thick bootsteps fill the room, a menacing rhythm of rubber on hardwood. Each step is slow and sturdy as he approaches your hiding spot. He’s playing games with you, the thrill of the hunt almost as good as the kill itself. You only hope that you won’t be his latest victim.

You see the tip of his boot round the corner and suddenly your time has run out. You spring to your feet, catching a glimpse of your terrified features in the shiny red metal of his helmet before sprinting as fast as you can to the back door. You throw the glass door open so hard you swear it cracks, but you don’t have time to worry about property damage. Not tonight.

As soon as your slippers meet the grass, you’re tearing through the lawn and towards the woods. You can hear his thick footsteps behind you, but it doesn’t sound like he’s running. He never runs. The whole time he’s chased you has felt like one big taunt, like he’s getting off on your fear.

You almost sigh in relief when you make it past the property line and into the thick woods. You duck behind a thick oak tree, glancing over your shoulder to see if he’s still there. Your tensed muscles relax when you don’t see him anywhere. You must have lost him.

You wait behind the tree for what feels like hours before you hesitantly crawl out, attempting to find your way out of the forest and back to society. Back to help. 

But it’s dark and the moon is hidden behind clouds, and you must have dropped your phone somewhere in the chase. All of the trees look the same and you can’t seem to remember where you came from. 

Your shoulders slump when you look to the dark path ahead. There’s no way out, at least not until daylight when you’ll be able to see better. But that still leaves six hours of you hiding in the woods from a psycho killer hellbent on sinking his blade into you. 

You cast your eyes down to your bare legs and slippers. You’d been sleeping before this, wearing only your pyjama shorts and a giant t-shirt. Even if you can wait him out until daylight, you’ll freeze to death first.

You turn around and walk straight into a tree. No, not a tree. Horror dons on you as you realize you’ve walked into a six foot wall of muscle and leather. You have no time to react before his arm grabs your waist and holds you against his muscled chest, his blade resting on your throat like a promise.

“P-please!” You cry out, trying to stay perfectly still. The sharp metal is just barely grazing your throat for now, but you know any sudden movement could change that.

He doesn’t answer, but you can hear his breathing through that damned mask. It’s fast and strained, and his chest rises and falls in time with it. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to picture good memories, try to picture that you’re anywhere but here. 

He keeps his strong grip on you, keeps his knife at the base of your neck. He can practically smell your fear, and it’s fucking intoxicating. Your heart is racing, all of your muscles tremble in his arms. He’s been following you for a while now but he never thought you would put up this much of a fight.

God, it’s going to feel so good to take your life.

He starts to press the blade into your neck and you cry out. Not quite a scream, or at least not a scream of terror. It’s more of a strangled whine, but it has him stopping in his tracks.

“Please,” you whine again. “Please don’t, please! I’ll do anything, please.”

He listens to you whimper, the sounds like music to his ears. He can’t count the amount of times you’ve said please, but he keeps his knife off your throat for the time being. He wants to see just how long you’ll beg him not to take your life.

“I mean it! I’ll do anything,” you can barely breathe, every inhale short and strangled. “Say the word! But please, please don’t kill me.”

You can’t tell if he’s listening to you or if what you’re saying even makes sense at this point. All you can focus on is the knife in his hand and the arm around your waist. Your words start to sound strange even to you, the word please losing all of its meaning.

Jason loves the way you squirm in his arms and plead for your life, and fuck, you look so cute doing it. He wants to sink his knife into you, wants to feel your skin break apart at his touch, but he’s starting to think he can split you open a different way. 

He cuts off your pleads by shoving you to your knees on the ground. He twists his knife so that it rests on the back of your neck, the tip of the blade threatening to plunge into you if you don’t do a good job.

You stay perfectly still, looking up at him with teary and confused eyes. Is this it? Is he going to kill you now? You can’t tell. You watch his every move, every tensing of his muscles, just waiting for him to kill you. 

The hand that isn’t holding the knife reaches up to his belt buckle and suddenly you hear the clatter of the metal on the forest floor. You tilt your head in confusion, watching as his thick fingers tug open his zipper and release his cock.

Despite the cold night air, you feel impossibly warm at the sight of his hard length. Does he…is he expecting you to suck it? After all, you did say you would do anything to survive.

When you don’t make a move, he prods the knife into your skin just enough to draw blood. That’s all it takes for you to lean forward and open your mouth, letting his tip glide across your tongue. The taste of salty precum floods your senses.

He puts his other hand on the top of your head, guiding you along his shaft. His cock is so big it stretches your jaw, and you’re sure you’ll be aching tomorrow. Better sore than dead, though. You keep your eyes closed and focus on the task at hand. It’s easy to forget that you’re on your knees in a forest being held at knife point when he has his cock in your mouth. 

You bob up and down, trying to take as much of him into your mouth as possible. He fills you up enough that you have to breathe through your nose and every thought you have is fucked away.

You’re so caught up on his cock that you don’t even realize you’ve started to bounce up and down, grinding your crotch into your leg. You only notice when you grow so wet that you’ve started to smear your own juices onto your skin. You steady your hips, hoping he didn’t notice how your body is reacting to him.

Of course he noticed, though. He can’t take his eyes off you from behind the mask. It’s intoxicating watching your cute little face strain around his big cock while you desperately hump your own leg. You’ve been so good using that pretty mouth, he thinks you deserve a treat.

You don’t protest when he grabs you by your hair and lifts you up, still keeping that blade pressed against the back of your neck. He releases you and lets you stumble forward onto a tree, bracing yourself against your hands. 

You try to keep perfectly still, but gasp when you feel the cool metal of the blade between your legs. He puts one hand on your hip to steady you, and uses the other to cut open the crotch of your pyjama shorts.

A thick, gloved finger slides into the opening of the fabric and starts to stroke your wet clit. You shiver from his touch and tighten your grip on the tree. He slides a finger into your soaking hole. You whine and move your hips back, trying to get him deeper.

He slides another finger inside of you, pumping only a few times before pulling both out. He reaches his hand around and shoves his slick coated fingers into your mouth. You gratefully accept them, sucking your own juices off of the leather.

His cock brushes your entrance and you brace yourself, closing your eyes in anticipation. He slides in slowly, splitting you open on his thick shaft. A moan forces its way past his fingers in your mouth when he bottoms out. He’s so big you can feel him everywhere, his cock pressing into your cervix.

He pulls out and slams back in, his movements making your whole body shift. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and sets his hand on your hip, using it as momentum to drive you up and down his length. The hand holding the knife rests on your ass, the handle just barely touching you.

His thrusts are brutal. He pushes all the way in every time, before pulling out and slamming back in again. Your stomach aches from how good he’s fucking you, your legs starting to shake from how you’re standing. You were trying to keep the moans in at first, but he’s so big and so deep that you can’t help it. 

You can hear the squelching noise from your own pussy, feel your hot juices try to leak out whenever he pulls away only to be fucked into you again. You’re getting so close, so needy and desperate. You rock your hips back and forth the best you can, trying to meet his thrusts and get him even deeper. 

“I-I’m so close!” You cry out.

Jason hears your cries and lewd moans, feels the way you’re clenching around his cock. It’s almost unthinkable that you were begging for your life previously, and now you’re about to cum around his cock. He knew he made a good choice with you.

“Please,” you whine again. “Please, I need to cum, please! I’ll do anything, please.”

Your begging is like music to his ears, and suddenly he’s lifting up your leg and holding you up by your waist. This new angle lets him go deeper, the tip of his cock grinding against your cervix every time. It only takes a few more thrusts before you’re gushing around him, going limp in his arms.

Jason holds you up and continues fucking into you. You feel so good and tight around his cock, and he’s so close. He practically uses your body like a fleshlight, tossing you around anyway that makes him feel good. It’s not long before he’s cumming inside of you.

He pulls out, watching as his hot cum runs out of your ruined pussy and down your sticky thighs. God, you’re a mess.

As you come down from your high, you suddenly remember the situation you're in. You press yourself against the tree, pulling your knees to your chest. He watches you, staring at you as you cower. A couple tears roll down your cheeks, though you’re not sure if they’re from fear or from pleasure.

Jason leans forwards and slowly wipes them away. Your hair is an absolute mess, your skin all sweaty and sticky, but you look so fucking cute like this. He tilts his head at you and smiles behind the mask.

Yeah, he thinks he’ll keep you.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood #jason todd smut #red hood smut #slashers #slasher au #jason Todd slasher #kinktober 2023 #kinktober

[helpfandom]

Can I please request the Batman 2004 version of Joker vs Harley hcs both platonic yandere who don’t wanna share there (forced ) adopted kid with each other, meanwhile reader is eyeing up the strange bat shadow in the corner of the room.

Fun fact! Kevin Michael Richardson is the first African-American to voice/play Joker! (As far as my knowledge is.)

This is of course, based off of the chill/mean Reader.

Joker Vs. Harley. They each have different approaches to getting you to go to their side, both delusional enough to think that if they can get you onto their side, then the other will back off from trying to parent their child.

The thing is that Harley has been shown to have a weak spot for Joker to exploit her, in all of the versions I have seen. [aka, two, but I digress.]

Most likely how it would be that Harley is first to fall into her obsession, and of course, when Joker says to kill you [and or throw you into acid], she stands up for you, noting how calm you've been. So of course, his shock when Harley stands up for herself only because of you? He cares now, ordering Punch to find out more about you, and then becoming obsessed himself.

Harley has the best chance of being the one you go to / who wins the fight between the two, since Harley's been the one sticking up for you.

Joker, however, has more strength and willpower over Harley, not to mention how you would be more scared of Joker [if Reader is scared at all], so you would fear upsetting him and losing your life.

You just sat there watching them argue so much it sounded like two parents who desperately needed to divorce but never would for fear that the child needed both parents. In the corner of your eye, you could see a shadow moving, that is until Joker snaps his finger at you to divert your attention back to them.

"Which one o' us do you prefer?"

#platonic x reader #platonic yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #platonic #yandere #tw yandere #headcanon #yandere batman #yandere joker #yandere platonic #yandere harley quinn #yandere versus #Helpfandom's writing

[barefoot-joker]

Birthday Yandere!William Afton X Reader

I smiled as I walked down the sidewalk to my older sister’s work. She had forgotten her lunch because she was helping our younger brother get ready for school. We had all woken up a bit late, so we rushed Isaac out the door before Trish headed out. I’ll admit it was rough with my sister at work, my brother at school and me taking care of the trailer; we never really got time off to spend with each other. That’s why I was happy to bring Trish her lunch, it would finally give us a chance to chat for a minute or two.

It took me a few more minutes to walk the rest of the sidewalk before reaching the parking lot. Before me stood the only pizzeria in town: Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. It was quite the spectacle even now and was very popular for children’s birthday parties. Trish and I had taken Isaac there for his birthday and he absolutely had a blast. I mean what was there not to love? It had an arcade, pretty good pizza, and singing animatronics! I had never seen anything like that before, it was just so fascinating. 

I opened the front door and a little bell went off as I did. Standing by the host desk, I waited for someone to direct me to my sister. “Oh, hello there, Y/n! It’s a pleasure to see you again!”

I looked up to see Henry, one of the owners. Henry was such a nice man. He would watch Isaac and I while we waited for Trish to finish her shift sometimes. He just looked like a teddy bear with his chubby appearance, blonde curly hair and beard, and those black thick rimmed glasses. “Hiya, Henry! Trish forgot her lunch, so I was just delivering it.”

“Oh yeah, of course. She’s a bit busy right now. We had a lunch rush. If you would like, you can wait in the arcade and I can direct her when she has some free time.”

“That would be great. Thanks, Henry!”

“Of course!”

“Mr. Emily, could you come here please”, a female called.

“Excuse me, Y/n.”

Henry walked off to go help, so I headed to the arcade. The blinking lights and loud sound effects was a bit calming to me. It was also fun to see kids be excited over 8-bit pixels. As I watched kids run around, I felt a dark presence looming behind me, almost suffocating. I looked over my shoulder to see a slim figure. I couldn’t quite identify who it was until I fully turned. 

Of freaking course.

The man’s skin was a bit pale, and his brunette locks looked unkempt. While he was slim, he still had a broad figure in the shoulders and the scent of cigarette smoke was slight on his white button up. “Miss Y/n, what a pleasant surprise. It’s so lovely to see you.”

Those gray eyes stared down at me, searching my face for some sort of reaction. I felt a shiver go down my spine. “What brings you here? I haven’t seen much of you lately. Or are you just trying to ignore me?”

A smirk played with the corner of his lips and I couldn’t help the gulp that went down my throat. I absolutely hated running into Mr. William Afton. He creeped me out and made me so uncomfortable. “I was bringing T-trish her lunch. S-she forgot it.”

I didn’t even bother with his other questions. If I had, who knows how Mr. Afton would have responded. “Ah, such a great sister! You know, you remind me of my dear Elizabeth. She does her best to protect Evan from Michael. She makes me so proud.”

Something sinister flickered in his eyes and I took a slight step back. “T-thank you?”

He stepped closer, his breath brushing against my face. Even that felt terrible, the brushing feeling like small claws digging into my flesh. Just as he was about to say something, Trish walked in. “There you are, Y/n! Henry said you’d be in here.”

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Thank God Trish came. She noticed my scared expression and grabbed my hand. Leading me away, I could feel Mr. Afton’s gaze dig into my back. “Thanks for saving me back there, Trish.”

“Of course. Mr. Afton can be a bit creepy at times.”

At times? How about all the time.

To make sure we were far enough away, Trish had walked us over by the host stand. “Now, what is it you came here for?”

“You forgot your lunch at the house again,” I lifted up the brown paper sack.

“Oh Y/n, thanks so much! I completely forgot about it!”

“I know, but you’re a busy lady.”

She gave me a kiss to the cheek. I smiled and looked beyond her shoulder. My eyes widened at seeing Mr. Afton peering through the doorway. His eyes stared at my sister down with such disgust. If looks could kill, she’d be bleeding profusely on the checkered floor. “Well, I’d better get back to work. I’ll see you and Isaac later, okay?”

“Okay.”

She gave me a kiss on the forehead before taking the sack lunch, quickly sauntering off. I could still feel Mr. Afton’s gaze on me, so I left quickly out the front door. 

It wasn’t until 9:00 pm till Trish came home. By then I had retrieved Isaac from school, helped him with his homework, and gotten dinner ready. The three of us sat around the small dining table, munching on some chili. Isaac told us about his school day and Trish told us about work. I just sat quietly. “You know Y/n, your birthday is coming up here in a few weeks. Do you know what you want for a present yet?”

“No and you don’t have to worry. Just being with you two will make me happy.”

“But Y/n”, Isaac replied, “it’s your birthday! You deserve the world!”

I lightly smiled. They were always so sweet to me, but I really didn’t need anything. Quality time with them would be just enough. “At least think it over, okay? Isaac and I want to get you something.”

Trish set her hand on top of mine, giving it a light squeeze. 

“Okay.” I only said that to please them.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After we finished eating, we cleaned up dinner. The rest of the night we played a couple rounds of cards before heading to bed.

The next couple of weeks went by normally. Trish and Isaac kept asking about what I wanted for my birthday and I always gave the same response. A couple of times I had to go to Freddy’s to give Trish something. During those visits Mr. Afton was being creepy again. 

His silver eyes seemed softer around me compared to the harshness they held for his employees.

His hands would linger on my shoulder, his touch light and gentle.

I never seeked him out but he always found me in the restaurant. It felt like we had a red string of fate connected to us and he tugged until he was near.

He even suggested I work at the pizzeria, but I immediately turned him down. No way was I going to work alongside him and his creepy behavior.

He just made me feel sick.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Time flew by and soon enough it was my birthday. The morning was spent having my favorite breakfast before we headed to the park. We walked around a bit and just had fun. At some point Trish had to leave to get something for later tonight (probably a cake), so Isaac and I headed back to the house. We played some card games, board games, watched TV and read together.

The hours ticked by and while we had fun, we hadn’t heard from Trish. I was starting to get worried. Freddy’s wasn’t too far from our house and she always called when she was on her way home. No, something must have happened.

“Isaac, I want you to stay here. I’m going to go look for Trish.”

“But I want to come with!”

“Somebody needs to be here in case she calls. Can you do that for me?”

He nodded. “Good. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

I gave him a kiss to the forehead and quickly threw on some shoes. Heading out the door, I went as fast as I could to the pizzeria. Please let Trish be okay! Please!

I threw open the front door and skidded to a stop in the middle of the dining room. “Trish! Trish, where are you?!”

Suddenly, the eerie tune of Happy Birthday carried through the halls. I whipped my head around when I heard footsteps, my eyes widening when I saw a yellow rabbit headed right for me. I tried to move but as soon as I did the bunny grasped my hand, tugging me down the hall. “H-hey! Let go of me! Trish! Trish!”

I was dragged down a dim hallway, yelling at this thing to let me go. It opened a door and suddenly we were in a backroom of the restaurant. I was slightly pushed into the room, the door locking behind us. Even though I was frightened of what the rabbit would do, I forced myself to look around the room.

I really wish I hadn’t.

The room had been decorated for a birthday party. Streamers and balloons hung from every possible place; a birthday sign hung on the wall; a small table with a festive cloth sat in the middle with a birthday cake. The candles were lit and sitting next to it was my sister. Her head was tilted towards her chest and her hair blocked her face. “TRISH!”

I ran over and lifted her head up.

My eyes widened.

My breath caught in my throat.

My hands shook.

I let out a shrill scream.

Across Trish’s neck was a deep cut, thick blood running down the front of her shirt. Her eyes were glassed over and she looked like she was in pain. A dark chuckle made me look at the yellow bunny and that’s when I saw the blood stains. “Y-you! How could you?! Show yourself!”

And so it did. The thick gloved hands unclipped the grotesque cartoon head and pulled up.

I could have died right there. 

Standing in front of me with a wide grin was Mr. Afton.

“Surprise~”

“I-I-”

“Speechless? No matter. There will be plenty of time for us to talk, my dear.”

“W-what do you mean? Why did you kill Trish? She never did anything to you!”

He looked offended at that comment. “Of course she did. She kept us apart. Can’t you see? We belong together. After all, I put so much effort into this relationship so far. I’d hate for my flirtation to go to waste.”

I gasped. 

No.

No way was this murderer and I meant to be together!

I ran for the door but Mr. Afton pulled me into a tight embrace against his costume. I screamed and struggled in his grip. He just held tight. “I see you are not in the mood for a party right now. That’s okay. We can have our own celebration at home.”

“LET ME GO! LET ME GO!”

“Sorry about this, love.”

“Wha-”

My head was thrust at the wall and suddenly pain shot through my skull. The room was spinning and soon I blacked out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I groaned as my eyes slowly opened. My head was just pounding and the cool cloth on my head was nice. “Finally starting to wake, my dear?”

I peered to my left and saw Mr. Afton sitting in a chair next to the bed I was on top of. He was out of the horrid costume and was now sporting a dark purple dress shirt and dark gray striped pants. “W-where am I?”

“Home.” He let his fingers stroke the top of my forehead into my scalp. 

I whined and tried to move away but the mad man was quick to grab me. He held me down and in my blurry state I tried to get away. “There’s no point in escaping, my love. You are mine and I am yours. We’re going to be together forever.”

“N-no! I don’t want that!”

“You’ll get used to it, my dear.”

“Mr. Afton-”

“Call me William. After all, we're past the formalities phase.”

With that he leaned down and gave my cheek a kiss. I threw my head to the right, not wanting to look at him. However, his fingers wrapped around my chin and forced my head back to him. “I’m being very generous, love.”

That woke me up. 

“Generous? Generous?! You made advances towards me when I made no indication I liked you. Y-you killed my sister for God’s sake!”

I thrashed around and William had to hold me down tighter. “Let go!”

“Come now, darling. Behave. It’s still your birthday, don’t you want to celebrate?”

“Not with you! I hate you! I hate you, William!”

A deep smirk set on his face and his eyes softened. “I love it when you say my name.”

He leaned down and kissed my lips. I struggled against him and bit his lip. He pulled back and licked lip, the blood going into his mouth. He smiled wide.

“Happy Birthday, soon to be Mrs. Afton.”

#yandere #yanderexreader #xreader #fnaf #fnaf x reader #yandere fnaf #fnaf x y/n #yandere x y/n #yandere five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's #fanfiction #william afton #yandere william afton

[iwaasfairy]

15K MILESTONE??? WOWOWOOOWWW THATS INCREDIBLE ohmy super congrats to youuuuuu 🤧🤧🤧 /// now for the event, you think you can make something about Michael Kaiser + noncon? thank you sooooo muuuuuuch in advance ilyily 🥹🥹🥹

thankyOUUU So much my loveee it really is incredible im sOOO thankful MWUAH It was fUn writing this pos!!! hehehe

tw noncon, yandere, gaslighting

The locker room stinks of sweat and gym clothes and testosterone, and you wish you could just sink into the floor. But no matter how hard you try, you can’t escape the panting in your ear, the confessions of… love? Is that what he called it? You’re not sure anymore. No matter how hard you stare that that dented corner of the locker door, the way it sort of resembles a star— it doesn’t drown out the feeling of being invaded, fondled.

Ruined.

You never believed in that sort of thing but feeling the sweat that builds on your back where his body is pressed to yours, the spit and the tears dried on your cheeks, the mere heat that’s coming from your body as you’re shaked and rocked with each thrust just feels so invasive. It taints.

Micheal hasn’t stopped murmuring into your hair, like you’ve been listening at all- but even that constant noise feels like a fly zooming around the room and cherishing the stench. When you try to turn over your shoulder, you come face to face with the curve of his smile, feel the way he hums at the acknowledgment, and you regret it. His snake-like eyes bore down on you like he’s eating you up.

“Easy tiger,” he chuckles, “you might shoot me with that look. What’s- agh- a guy to do?”

“Go fuck yourself,” you barely manage to whisper back, and flinch when he pressed his face closer to your ear, panting in it and licking at the shell. Though you might be keeping on a brave face now, you can feel the panic sitting in your throat. Waiting, pleading to get out. He doesn’t even bother to hide his amusement when you groan in discomfort as he fucks his hips into you so hard it echoes. “Are- you almost- done?” You grit out through a clenched jaw, and he giggles lowly.

Before pulling out to push you back against the cold metal by both shoulders, and almost flattening you when he yanks one leg up to put it over his arm before he lines back up. The reddish, fat head of his cock is shamefully wet and glossy, and he leans down until your head is trapped between the locker and his. “You’re just so cute, I can’t help myself.” He pushes into you with too much precision, shoving himself into your pussy again and filling you up too far- your foot trembles where it hangs over his elbow.

“You’re a little super fan, ain’t ya?” He whispers against your skin again, before laughing when you lean away from a kiss. It’s like he takes it as a challenge, sadly for you, and starts aiming his cock better to make your eyes roll. His cock is big and he fucks in a deep, greedy rhythm that makes your entire body feel weak. “I knew you’d feel good from the second I saw you. Besides,” strands of his hair are stuck to his forehead as he leans his body back over yours, like he’s trying to melt you into him, “you knew not to be alone with me, right?”

His lips brush over your forehead when he gets the chance, and though you try to lean away, he uses his supporting arm to trap you until they land- until you’re shaking against him in anger and regret. “You tried to flee earlier, didn’t you? But you forgot your ‘boyfriend’s’ jersey.” His slow, devilish expression comes into view when you dare to look up and his blue eyes trap you under him, pussy squelching around the thrusting of his cock sliding in, out, in, out perfectly into you.

“So really, aren’t you at fault here? ‘S almost like you wanted it.” His smile widens when your frown grows twice as deep. A droplet of sweat rolls down his neck along the dark ink, and your body jerks when he fucks back into that spot that makes you squirm. You don’t want to. You don’t want to. No matter how good- “Don’t you feel a little bad for your poor boyfriend who’s waiting for you? Should we call him?”

#monkey fun.event #tw.noncon #tw.yandere #tw.dark content #🍯honey.pot #💫ch.kaiser #michael kaiser

[running-with-kn1ves]

Too Close For Comfort

Male! Co-worker X GN! Reader

A/N: Turns out you can write so much when you have free time :0 Anyway I spent way too damn long on this so… here we are! I hope yall enjoy :’) (There are so many things wrong with this piece which is EXACTLY why you do not procrastinate, kids.)

TW: christmas/holiday themes, sour mood on the holidays, drugging, forced kissing/ touching, yandere themes, alcohol/ intoxicated characters

Synopsis: Feeling like an odd one out at your office’s christmas party, you find an overly eager co-worker to spend your time with-- who seems to prove that no company may be better than bad company.

Word Count: 3300

When most thought of the winter holidays, great cheer and comforting cold weather took priority. Whether it was staying inside from the bitter cold with a cup of warm tea, or decorating with shining lights and pine tree scents, there was always fun to be had. Even the music was jolly, no holiday song consisting of a sorrowful melody when it came to the season.

However, you unfortunately did not share the same holiday spirit as most during December. Those who had fun on Christmas or their yearly holidays usually had someone to spend it with, a person or people to keep them company from the windy chill and the loneliness of solitude. You had no such company; your family was unable to make it this year for the holidays, and you had yet to find a spouse that could enjoy the Christmas spirit with you.

You tried not to bring your disheartened attitude in with you today at work, but it was a real struggle when it came to watching your co-workers mingle with one another. You had yet to make any stable friendships since you started your job, which your huddling form in the corner showed quite obviously. 

With eggnog in your hand and an ugly sweater covering your chest, you couldn’t help but frown at the floor as you listened to the sound of jingle bells and Michael Bublé for the 100th time this month. You desperately wanted to go home, to cry to a hallmark movie and down 3 cups of hot chocolate before passing out on your couch. But your boss insisted that everyone in your office stay for the christmas party else they’ll have to stay late on new years. 

You didn’t have any particular plan for new years other than your yearly ritual of drinking your sorrows away while the clock strikes twelve, but it would be nice not to spend it in the office with a bunch of people you hardly knew. So, you stayed. You listened to the bad karaoke and watched as your co-workers got slammed on spiked eggnog.

A particular person who displayed such a description was your boss: a man in his 40s, currently ‘busting it down’ on the makeshift dancefloor to some holiday rap. 

“He’s having a bit too much fun, wouldn’t you think?” A voice said next to your ear. 

You turned to find one of your co-workers faces right next to yours, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he grinned. You jumped at seeing him so close to you out of nowhere. 

“Sorry, I just thought you wouldn’t be able to hear me over the music.” He apologized.

The man’s flurry of bright blonde hair and fair skin seemed to appear out of nowhere, his face flushed with a slight pink that must’ve been from the cold.  

“No its alright. Klaus, right?” You asked. 

“Yeah,” He laughed and rubbed the back of his head. “I’ve actually been standing behind you for a while now.”

You raised an eyebrow at his words, not expecting his choice of words.

“I mean-- I’ve seen you around the office quite a bit, but haven’t gotten the courage to talk to you ‘til now.”

You almost flushed at the sound of that. Someone had noticed you, and was really that afraid of talking to you? You had thought no one batted an eye at you after the first day of your arrival. 

You remembered seeing Klaus around the office a few times-- he always seemed to be nearby, never doing anything important but never so visibly available that you felt confident enough to talk to him. He seemed very popular with your other co-workers, always chatting it up with someone and getting a giggle out of them. Sometimes you’d make eye contact with him, but you turned away too quickly out of embarrassment to let it linger any longer. 

“Actually I’ve been standing here for 10 minutes hoping you’d notice me.” He bashfully admitted. 

Oh. 

“What really? I’m so sorry--” You tried to apologize, feeling yourself grow hot at how oblivious you were. 

“No don’t worry. I’m just glad I’ve finally caught your attention.” He gave you a small wink, leaning in closer to make himself more hearable. 

You widened your eyes at that, surprised at his forwardness-- you couldn’t remember the last time someone came onto you so obviously. Or rather, at all. You had been sort of avoiding the dating- slash- hookup scene ever since you moved for your job. 

“O-oh.” You weren’t exactly sure how to respond, taking another large gulp of your drink. 

“In fact, I thought you were looking rather lonely over here.” Klaus said, moving forward closer to you. You stepped backwards in time with his movements, afraid of getting too close to him. He didn’t seem to mind, keeping eye contact with you as he licked his lips and smiled. 

“Oh, really? Well… I’m, alright. Don’t worry about me.” You laughed awkwardly, caught completely off guard. 

He placed a hand on the wall behind you, standing beside and yet in front of you, in a non-threatening but trapping manner. Taking a sip out of his own drink, he watched as you fumbled to fill the silence he seemed so comfortable with. 

“Hey everybody! A shrill voice called. “Guess who’s under the mistletoe!”  

One of your female coworkers pointed towards you and Klaus in a drunken stupor, her dark skin flushed from the alcohol and showing mischevious excitement. 

You looked up to see a hanging green plant, ripe red berries intertwined in its leaves with a red bow holding it from the ceiling. Klaus didn’t bother looking up, continuing to stare at you as you admired the greenery. 

It wasn’t until a chant brought you out of your thoughts did you feel your stomach drop. 

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Your female coworker started, shaking her fist in time with her intoxicated slurs. She stumbled and clapped her hands, the rest of the office following suit. Your boss even chimed in, becoming the loudest with his tie tied around his forehead and his shirt unbuttoned. You hadn’t realized how unraveled the party had become until all the attention was on you. The chant got louder as more joined in, Klaus looking at you for your reaction. 

You looked back at him and to the crowd, unsure of what you should do. Klaus looked prepared, trying to appear casual yet undeniably eager. 

“Should we give the people what they want?” He asked, though you could tell what he was hoping for. 

Yet, you hardly knew him! This was your first time talking to the man, and he was your co-worker-- someone who you’d have to see day in and day out 5 days a week. The world of problems this one kiss could bring, was a risk you weren’t sure would be worth it.

Despite knowing that, you began to lean towards him. Maybe it was the eggnog or the fear of disappointing the party attendees, but you kept moving forward as he grinned a bit too excitedly. 

Immediately Klaus’s hand shot to your back, pulling you so the inside of his thigh warmed your knee. His hand on your back pressed against your sweater and gently moved to support you, the other coming up to cup your cheek. You expected the kiss to be a short peck-- enough to satisfy the drunken herd, but Klaus’s movements read romance. 

His hands were warm, likely from holding his hot drink of choice all evening. He smelled faintly of snow and hot chocolate, his breath hitting your nose as he stood over you, waiting to get closer. His fingers fell to your chin as his pointer and thumb gripped to pull your face towards his softly. You let him take the lead, holding onto his cold jacket as he pushed you up to meet his height. 

You could feel the burn of a hundred eyes on you, all staring; watching, anticipating. 

Klaus’ lips touched yours, his mouth parting just slightly for yours to fit in like a puzzle piece. He didn’t dare shove his tongue down your throat or slime you with saliva like you bet half of the drunks here would have, instead squeezing his lips around yours with a hand on the back of your head, deepening the act of affection as if he waited a millennium to give it to you. 

 Thankfully, cheering commenced from the boisterous crowd, though you couldn’t hear it from the blood rushing in your ears. Neither you or Klaus wanted to let go-- though for vastly different reasons. Hands rushed to pat you and your male counterpart on the back once you forced yourself to break away. Klaus still held onto you, moving his hands to hold your waist as the crowd trickled closer to congratulate. The music got louder, a shout of more drinks being poured gaining another cheer from the crowd.

They all shouted words of praise and excitement, some more inebriated than others, but nonetheless all happy and excited with a holiday glow in their eyes and cheeks. 

Once the drinks were poured and called to be given out, the attention on you and Klaus was gone. The crowd moved away, diminishing all to go back to partying and their own groups of familiarity. Though Klaus still hadn’t let go of you. You looked at him, awkwardly shuffling backward as he let go reluctantly. 

The music had somehow gotten louder, though the attention was now pulled back to your tipsy boss making decisions he’d surely regret in the morning, and everyone else focusing back on their own groups. You felt out of place again-- though now with a partner instead of alone. You weren’t sure if that as any better though, since now it was two all alone rather than one. 

“Do you want to go somewhere more quiet?” Klaus asked, leaning once again uncomfortably close to your face. “Somewhere with less, you know, people?” He put a hand to the small of your back, hoping to gently push your decision.

“That’d be great.” You sighed with a smile, glad to be escaping in some way, even if it meant spending time with an awkward acquaintance. 

Klaus grabbed your hand with his, bringing a comforting warmth to your chilled fingers. He slid by the twinkling christmas tree, pushing past people with an urgency that would’ve concerned you if you weren’t so eager to leave yourself. You almost tripped over the small presents meant for white elephant underneath the tree if you hadn’t watched your step, trying to move carefully as Klaus lifted your hand to make it easier.

“Thanks,” You said, though you doubted it could be heard over the loud chatter and high note from Mariah Carey on the radio.

 You realized Klaus had been leading you back towards your desks, into a small hallway that only held your bosses office and a small janitor’s closet. People still paraded around the office everywhere you went, a few couples making out in their cubicles with the only light source coming from strung up christmas lights on the walls. You squinted your eyes, unable to see in the dark except for Klaus’ shoes in front of you. 

You bumped into his back as he suddenly stopped in front of the closet, letting out a small ‘oomph’ into his thick jacket. 

“Sorry..” You mumbled, though he only seemed to let out a small, teasing laugh. 

Opening the door, he led you into the closet. You gulped, thinking this was a strange place to gain privacy. You thought perhaps the two of you would go outside, or maybe head back to one of your cubicles, even if it wasn’t the best way to be alone. Yet, you still followed him into the closet, hoping maybe you could take a breather without hearing incessant jovial laughing or wet drunken kisses from your co-workers who couldn’t keep themselves off each other. Hoping in, Klaus shut the door with a ‘click.’

There was no light in the closet, and no switch to turn on even a hanging light bulb.

“Well, here we are.” You said, hoping to lighten the thick air. 

“Yes.” Klaus said, his body in front of you though you couldn’t see it. You shuffled around, trying to get comfortable despite unknown items at your feet and on the shelves next to you. You stood in silence, soaking up the fact that there was no distractions to remind you of your loneliness. And, well, you weren’t alone. Atleast, not right now. 

Klaus’ breathing got heavier, loud enough to fill the silence of the closet. 

“I can’t believe…. We’re alone together.” He exhales. 

“Yeah….?” You say, unsure of what he means. 

Though the hands on your shoulders seem to put forth his meaning more clearly. 

“I thought we’d never be able to get away from them.” He chuckles, pressing his chest against yours this time, pulling you into a hug. “Though, I didn’t think the mistletoe would go that smoothly.” 

Klaus rubbed your back with a sensuality you didn’t expect, humming into your ear as he embraced you moreso than co-workers-- or even friends should. 

“I can’t say I expected you to kiss me so easily..”

He let go of the unreciprocated hug to cup your face with his soft hands. 

“So, does this mean you have feelings for me…. too?”

“W-what?” You back away from his hands into the supply shelf. “Klaus, uh,” You chuckle for a moment, trying to come up with an answer. “We’ve only talked once, and that was 5 minutes ago!” 

You tried to keep your tone light, giving a small laugh to hide your nervousness.

“But our kiss,” He argued. “Our kiss. Didn’t you feel something from that?”

He huffed and brought his hands down to your shoulders. 

“Not only that--didn’t you feel any sparks when we made eye contact last tuesday? When you brushed by me in the break room? Come on.” He spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, shaking your shoulders and pressing the toe of his shoe against yours. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t even remember that--” You tried to find his eyes in the dark, but could only make out vague shapes of his face. “I thought that kiss was just-- peer pressure.” 

Klaus went silent. His hands limp against your shoulders, the male hung his head in defeat. 

“....Nothing? You haven’t… noticed me at all?” He sounded pitiful, voice cracking ever so slightly. “And our kiss, was just an act to you?” 

Klaus bit his lip to stop himself from letting out a sob, his worst fears commencing together to build a crushing momentum. 

“I’m sorry… I didn’t know, it meant that much to you. I don’t know you that well, so I really don’t have any room to say I share the same feelings.” You sighed, patting his hands sympathetically. 

Well, that was certainly a turn of events from what you expected. 

Yet, Klaus perked up at hearing you.

“But that doesn’t entirely rule out the possibility, right? You could still… find yourself falling for me-- potentially.”

“Klaus, I don’t really think--” 

“It’s possible, with enough time, with enough-- convincing.” He interrupted. 

You were about to refute his rationalization, trying to let him down gently. That was until the feeling of familiar lips crashing onto yours came, devouring you faster than the first kiss had. Klaus shoved you against the supply shelf, forcing your head back with his as his nose bumped into yours. Tight lips wrapped around your mouth as the man desperately tried to convince you. 

“Klauth--!” You tried to muffle out, feeling your struggling hands forcefully pushed against the shelf.

“No--! Just let me--” He huffed between kisses. “Give me the chance to convince you--! I’m worth it!-- I promise--” 

Thumps could be heard outside the closet, cleaning and old office supplies falling off the shelves as the two of you danced in a struggling fashion. 

You let out a series of noises against his mouth, mostly poor attempts at trying to tell him to stop, to get off of you, all of which were futile compared to how overpowering Klaus’s desperation was. He was determined, and there was little that could stop him. 

Though with a rightly timed shove and a bite of his lip, you managed to push the man into the door. It let out an echoing clatter, Klaus being unable to catch himself beforehand. 

“What is the matter with you!” You managed to huff out, balling your fists up. 

Klaus ignores your upset expression, wiping his lips. 

“I’m really not a bad guy, you know. I don’t use things like chloroform or handcuffs.” Your heart dropped, panic beginning to set in. “I didn’t even really plan on bringing this with me tonight…. It was just a precaution. So I hope, you won’t think different of me.” Klaus frowned, coming closer to you with heavy footsteps.

“What are you even on about!” You tried to back away, about to tell him to stop once more. The more he came closer, the more worried you became. Clearly, there was something wrong with him on a level that you couldn’t understand, and you weren’t waiting to find out what it was. 

But before you could react, a pinching feeling was running down your thigh. Something stabbed into your leg, unwavering as Klaus’ hand covered it. His other arm moved up to shove against your mouth, your teeth biting into his arm as you tried to struggle away. He spun around, pushing you against the closet door as you tried to frantically get free. Klaus thumbed the end of the syringe, making sure the entirety of the sedative entered your system. Once he felt it hit the bottom, Klaus pulled the needle out of your leg and threw the syringe to the floor. He used the rest of his weight to keep you steady and silent. 

You tried to scream against his arm once you realized what he had done. You didn’t know what he had just injected you with, but it certainly was not something benign. Your arms tried to flail but could only wiggle within Klaus’s grasp as he held them down. 

Only a mere few seconds passed before you felt something strange occur within you, a limpness in your limbs beginning as your eyelids lowered. It was small at first-- just a nagging tiredness in your body. But it soon grew to a point that you could no longer counsciously comprehend, your mind flatlining.

“You’re so much work,” Klaus said with a struggled laugh, trying to keep you down while brushing a stray hair away from your slowly relaxing face. “But worth it. I promise, I’ll prove myself to you. I’ll make you beg for me.” 

You could feel your spit drool down your chin from Klaus’ sleeve, your attempts at biting and removing his arm leaving you a mess. It didn’t take long for the tranquilizer to work its effects, your eyes having gone hazy and body nearly falling to the floor. If it wasn’t for Klaus’s reaction time you would’ve slammed against the door, which would’ve been preferable when it came to Klaus’s intentions. Instead, he caught you with his arms, fighting to keep you upwards. 

“You’ll be convinced before new years, sweetheart.” Klaus planted a small kiss to the side of your mouth, cleaning the drool from your face. “Merry Christmas, my little present.”

#christmas #christmas special #christmas yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere romance #tw yandere #yandere x gn reader #writing #x reader #reader insert #self insert #male yandere #fanfiction #christmas x reader #christmas writing #spent way too damn long on this #creative writing #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere aesthetic #yandere one shots #one shots #christmas one shots #christmas fiction #christmas fanfiction #yandere christmas #christmas eve #christmas one shot #xmas

[yanderes-galore]

DBD Michael Myers yandere alphabet????

He acts the same as he would normally so I'll try and make it more focused around trials.

Alphabet Found Here

Yandere Alphabet - DBD! Michael Myers

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Obsession, Violence, Blood, Murder, Dubious relationship, Sadism, Darling is not having a fun time obviously.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Michael Myers is primarily a stalking yandere, shocking news I know.

During trials he'd spend most of his time watching you, maybe even farming his power to remove the other survivors around you.

Trials become your version of Cat and Mouse. He stalks and hunts you and you run like the prey you are. It'll take a few trials before you're deemed his favorite, his obsession.

Michael Myers has a strange form of love. You could argue it isn't love. It's torment.

Safe to say he's intense in his own way.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Michael Myers lives for messy. Murder fuels his bloodlust, for a purpose or not. Michael would kill for you like it or not.

It seems it doesn't like your fellow survivors all that much.

Considering he aims to kill those around you with his blade rather than hooks for the Entity.

Don't be surprised when you see him he's covered head to toe in gore.

He did just shove a blade into someone's gut before greeting you, dear.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He would mostly stare if he caught and cornered you. The silence in deafening in the trial, until you hear his heavy breathing from behind the mask.

He doesn't mock, he doesn't even talk... he stares at you like he's studying you.

Sometimes he reaches to touch you. Sometimes he yanks your hair. Sometimes he may even cut your skin.

You will never knew his next move... so all you can do is sit and endure until the trial ends.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Yes. He's fully capable of it in this realm.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

That's unknown but many can have a vague sense of how focused he is on you.

He gets aggressive if you're removed from him and seems placated when you're in his grasp... that's all anyone really needs to know.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He'd shut it down with violence of his own. He doesn't care if he hurts you in the process. Michael will force you into a more docile state then continue what he was doing before with you.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Yes, presumably. He does get some sort of gratification from chasing you. He also likes to watch you escape, only to pull you away from it last moment. Closing hatch in front of you is a good example.

He's sadistic like that.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Literally the first trial you have with him or anytime you suffer. Which, unfortunately, is often in this realm. That is the way Dead By Daylight works.

You could say the first sacrifice... or the first mori... take your pick either way.

Him being docile with you is the best experience you've had during your time in this realm.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He doesn't have one. He just thrives on your reactions.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

It's hard to tell. If he does feel jealous you can't read it. He's also clearly not coping with it if he had jealousy, either.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He mostly stalks you, maybe hovering over you when you do a generator. It gives off the vibe of him hiding in your shadow. Some survivors don't even notice him until they look up and he attacks them.

He acts really strange with you. There's clear favoritism... although he doesn't exactly treat you with kindness, either.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Other than stalking you he tries to corner you alone. Once alone, either in the corner of the trial or the basement, he takes his time with you.

He'd slowly reach out to touch your face or hold you. It's as though he's exploring you, if you stay still and let him... you may be fine.

Maybe.

It scares you as he hovers his hands around your hair and your neck and you're scared he'll squeeze. Being around Michael is like walking on eggshells.

One minute, he's docile and holding you in what seems like inner peace.

The next, he's a violent killing machine.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

A little, yeah.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Murder or some other type of violence. If he knows you care for someone else, he'll kill them in front of you.

That or he'll mark your skin with his blade, even if it isn't permanent.

Then there's him just killing you...

But that would be too easy, wouldn't it?

He likes it when you suffer.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

All of them if he could. Far as you know, he doesn't care.

Who says you even have rights in the Entity's realm?

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He's seemingly patient but that could easily be a facade. He leaves you as the last one to deal with in a trial as a survivor before pursuing you.

You could say that's patient.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

It's hard to read but he may get more aggressive if he loses you. However, that won't happen... there's no escaping the Entity's realm.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No and no.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

When it comes to Michael, that's unknown.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He just... stares. He just watches you cower in the middle of a trial, completely ignoring the others unless he's already killed them.

Maybe he'll reach out from curiosity, but most of the time he waits it out.

The staring only makes you more uncomfortable and upset.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Most of his obsession is dedicated to stalking.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Honestly, I can't think of any for Michael. He seems to always read what you're doing/planning.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He doesn't worship you. Although he becomes an unstoppable force when it comes to hunting you down if you ever somehow left.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

A long time. One of Michael's biggest traits is to just observe.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Most likely.

#yandere dead by daylight #yandere dbd #yandere michael myers #yandere halloween

[phantomenby]

Stalkers

Poly!tlb x reader x star x michael

TW// stalker themes, yandere, idk general creepy vamp shit

It started a month after you moved to Santa Carla.

The notes that is. And the gifts, the sounds of footsteps on your roof top, flashes of faces in the corners of your vision, the feeling of being watched at every moment.

You dreaded the night. The sun was your only solace.

You hadn't wanted to move here, having grown up in Alaska where it was significantly colder and known more for its amazing forest views than anything. But work had dragged you out here, and so you traded your snow for coarse, dry sand.

At least food was cheaper.

The house you had been given was quaint, you couldn't think of a better way to describe it. Set just half a mile from any other civilisation, the garden lush with grass and vegetatio despite how dry the land was else where. Your favourite was the large trees which built a wall around most of the property, giving you some shade from the sun when you were still getting used to the head.

It was a bungalow, of sorts. The attic had been converted by the old couple who used to live there, and naturally the upstairs was all your own private space, a bedroom-office combo with a beautiful round window that let the light shine in.

After a week you were settled, and you could see it becoming your very own paradise. You were young after all and there was no point in fretting over a home that you might be dragged out of in a few months.

Then, one Sunday, May twenty-second, the first of them arrived.

-

You never wanted to leave your bed. I mean, it was a cheap mattress you had bought on sale at some shoddy store, but it was just so so soft.

That was down to the bedding you had - sweet cream coloured brushed cotton, even your teal toned quilt and pillow covers were made of it. If a sheep was kept clean all its life you were sure it would feel like this.

But alas, your dumb human brain wouldn't let you mooch for too long without guilt.

The house was still and you could hear birds chirping in the morning hours as you climbed down the narrow, steep steps from your upper floor abode.

It was still a little messy since you had been on a little shopping trip the day before. But you needed new clothes since you had few things for this kind of heat, nor anything of real fashion.

You didn't really care for fashion, if you liked how it looked and the feel of it didn't make your skin crawl you were happy. But your new and only friend, Gina, had insisted on taking you to some of the cheaper shops she knew you would be able to find a few nice pieces in.

Now your bank account crying at you.

Instinctually you went to the coffee pot in the kitchen, prepping enough for the day and turning it on, enjoying the scratchy broken sound the ancient machine made as you went to open the backdoor and let air through.

"What to do, what to do..." putting away shopping was the furthest thing from your mind, it was the last day of the weekend before you had to go meet clients all week. You wanted to do something fun.

The machine stopped and you went to the freezer, pulling out an ice tray from the top shelf and bringing it to the counter. You grabbed a glass and began prepping your chosen beverage, sweet iced coffee with condensed milk and cream. You were bound to die before you reached thirty but by god, your taste buds would be satisfied.

As you worked you glanced out the window towards the driveway, your boxy yellow beetle still safe and sound, albeit covered in dust and sand but still cute.

You grabbed a spoon and muddled the ingredients together, heading to the front, it wasn't mail day but you also hadn't checked since Wednesday. Maybe you'd recieved something fun from your boss, she was known to send you silly magazine clips that she thought looked cool, it was a good thing she was an office gal and not someone in control of the arts department.

It was already hot outside, the summer months would be worse. At least you'd never worry about rickets. A small win in the murder capital of the world.

Taking a sip you nearly moaned. Recently you had been visiting a little market stall that came round the other side of town every Tuesday, some sweet old man called Tom bought beans of every variety with him, but this was a special brew and tasted like heaven in your morning cup. And your midday cup, and your dinner cup, thinking on it you might have a problem.

Oh well.

You could make sight of it now, your little blue mailbox, still standing proud now that a metal beam connected it to the ground. It was the only way to get those dreadful skaters to stop knocking into it with their cars as they headed down the backstreets.

And it was most definetly there before you moved in, yes thats right officer its not funny that their car wrapped around it.

It was very funny, you would happily do it again.

"Oh hell yes," there was something there, a small bundle and a few tiny envelopes, they were new. Maybe Marie was trying a new thing, maybe she was becoming human at last and learning to communicate like one too. Wouldn't that be a sight.

You didn't spare another glance at them as you strolled back home, regretting the decision not to wear a hat as the sun blinded your poor corneas.

Pushing the door open you gave yourself a moment to enjoy the heat leaving you, fortunately, the house had good airflow, could have done with curtains too but oh well.

When you placed down the letters you immediately went for the thick stack you recognised, inside was enough clippings to make a whole new magazine, and you were particularly enjoying some of the more colourful clothing hidden within. One thing about this part of the US was how eccentric things could be in terms of style.

It didn't take long to sort through them, and by the time you were done your coffee was almost void of ice so you added some of it black to help with the wateryness, the dark liquid now alot cooler than before.

What next caught your eye was the small number of light, dainty letters. They were pretty, the paper thin and almost seethrough to the point you doubted you needed to do more than hold them up to the light to know what was written on them.

Though, there where were stickers holding them closed. Flowers, kiddie shaped ones, even one made to look like melted wax.

This was...most unlike Marie.

You opened one with a daffodil sticker on it, feeling the smooth edge as you lifted the cover and pulled the letter out.

It was one sided, glancing at the envelope you saw the words 'our love' written, scrawled in beautiful calligraphy.

"What the hell..."

Maybe this wasn't for you, maybe the old owner. No. You shook your head. They were dead, passed almost a year ago and having lived in the house for half a century.

You unfolded it, eyes raking over the words a thousand times.

It was, poetry? It was beautiful, but you hated poetry, your grandmother made you recite it to her every Sunday after church and you despised how obsessive people became over words which could hold nothing, or everything. It was always too hard to decipher, to analyse. Never something you saw as affectionate.

My carnation,

the air in my lungs,

I wish to breathe.

Wont you come home to me?

What the fuck.

You reached for another, one with a pink heart sticker. Christ.

There was a lipstick print, still rosy and smelling faintly of chocolate, thick and plump.

I will be your starlight,

your moonlight,

your sunlight,

your lifeline.

Nope. Nope, nope, nope. No thank you.

You didn't touch the other two, leaving them on the counter and stepping back.

-

It took an hour of pacing and another cup of coffee before you opened the final ones.

One held some dried pressed flowers, and the other with the words 'we'll be waiting for you, our little love'.

Your little paradise was now a prison, more letters came and things unexplainable kept happening.

Thing got better after some time, after you went to the police. They were basically useless though, telling you they couldn't do anything unless your stalker(s?) threatened to harm you.

Which the letters never did.

At one point they stopped. And you thought you might finally be left alone to recoup your mental state. But no, instead, when they started again they were werse.

Obsessive. Deranged.

They talked about personal things, what you had been up to, the changes you made in your home, everything you wore, when you cut your hair, when you changed roles at work.

One time there was money in one of the envelopes, a thick stack of twenties with a note saying it was for your car, which had been hit by someone why you were down at the boardwalk with it. The damage wasn't bad but you had been pretty bummed by the large scratch and dent marring the pretty pale yellow paint.

You supposed that was the only positive thing to come out of it.

But in the end you couldn't do it. You couldn't take the money and fix your sweet little bug, choosing to look at the dent sadly each day as you continued to work.

Soon enough you would get paid anyway.

Then you would fix it.

Today you had headed out into town, wanting to pick up some groceries since your fridge and cupboards were pretty bare and the last thing you needed was to be a grumpy rat while taking calls for the rest of the week.

The sky was already growing dark and you decided to be as quick as you could, hating the idea of driving down the pitch black roads late at night.

When you arrived at the 24-hour-has-everything-you-could-ever-need store it was almost desolate, just a truck driver and some bikes parked out front.

Walking in soothed you, but the AC kept making an awful rattling sound that made your spine tingle.

The trucker was talking to the attendant, clearly happy to have someone to mellow out with for a small while before he had to get back on the road.

In the back by some drinks fridges was who you assumed to be the bikers, a tall blonde with wild hair and a long dirtied coat, his smaller counter-part adorning much more colourful attire.

As you walked around with your cart they kept glancing at you, their wide, bright eyes burning into your back.

Your cart was already pretty full by the time you had made it halfway through the store. Stacked high with snacks and cupboard food that would last you a long while.

Honestly, you probably should buy some plants, you were going to be here a while and it wouldn't hurt you to grow some of your own food, maybe even start a little garden.

"Something catch your eye sugar?"

You jumped with a squeak, dropping the can of coffee in your hand, watching as it was caught by a pale hand just before it hit the ground.

"Gotta be careful hun, gonna make a mess."

Looking up you were met with pale blue eyes, wide and bright like a puppy's with something darker shining within.

His brow was arched as you continued analysing him, leaning down closer to you til his lips met your ear, "I think you dropped this."

Before you could respond the cold can was pushed to your chest, your hands instinctively coming up to hold it.

He left you with a smile, yanking on his friend's jacket as he brushed past you.

What the hell

-

A week later, there was $56.23 in your mailbox.

The exact amount you spent at the grocery store.

#tlb x reader #the lost boys x reader #tlb #the lost boys #marko the lost boys #the lost boys fic #dwayne tlb #marko tlb #the lost boys imagines #poly lost boys x reader #david tlb #the lost boys 1987 #michael emerson #star x reader

[yanxidarlings]

also, I'm considering looking into the hufflepuffs solely because I've decided nicholas galitzine is the perfect Ernie MacMillan fancast.

#yandere harry potter #yandere blaise zabini #yandere theodore nott #yandere lorenzo berkshire #yandere terry boot #yandere michael corner #blaise zabini #theodore nott #lorenzo berkshire #slytherin boys #theo nott #mattheo riddle #ravenc #ravenclaw boys #harry potter fanfic #yandere hp #also i haven't got any harry potter asks yet so send them in! #harry potter #golden era #yandere hogwarts

[heartfullofleeches]

Oc-tober Day Eleven – Hayride

Yandere Doll Maker Entity/Living Doll – Pin

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: very brief blood/death mentions

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Soot covers a needle as unsteady hands attempt to thread it with a red string. Thrown out of frustration, the spool bounces onto the table; rolling into a stand of which a new creation lied. Burlap skin. Yarn string hair. Each of the creature's eye sockets were fitted with smooth, textureless buttons - the combined look creating the image of a farm field scarecrow. All it needed was a stitched smile to complete its look.

"Damn it." Its creator rubs at a group of its many eyes; reaching a shadowy limb across the table to retrieve the spool. The Doll Maker looks at its opposite hand, watches as darkness seeps through the fingers of their gloves. Silk was such a lovely material, but dirtied the quickest. There was a reason why they saved them for special occasions.

The Doll Maker searches through one of the drawers of its work bench and pulls out a pair of leather gloves. It discards the old ones and puts them on before continuing their work. Stitch by stitch, a mouth is birthed across the face of the mask; arched in certain angles akin to a smile jack-o-lantern pumpkin.

Snipping the excess string, the Doll Maker stands. It picks up the mask from the stand and walks over to the mirror. It stares at itself in the mirror. Grey flesh, blackening the further it reaches their palms. Strands of fog branch out from its neck like the twigs on a dead tree; eyes as plentiful as the fruit of a fair harvest. It feels nausea as a dozen of them blink. How disgusting.

The Doll Maker lifts the mask as high as possible. It pulls it over itself once the mask hits the solid area of its head. The tendrils of smog slither beneath it, shrinking and wrapping around its skull for better fit. With this piece, its body is finished. Its hair resembles the color of a broom and strung over its head like a mop; dressed in a tattered old shirt and pants kept up by a string. It wears a with hat with a corner of it patched with another fabric and the rim torn. The Doll Maker touches its face. It feels horrible.

This thing is quite hideous - just like itself. The texture of its skin makes them ill. They want to tear it apart and put on a better looking body, but this form was ideal for its intended purposes.

Standing there, the Doll Maker wonders if the object of their affections could love such a face. It was only meant to lure them home until they had the chance to switch - but what if? That means there could be a chance for them to love underneath, right? For them to find beauty in such a horrid creature?

The Doll Maker's eyes fall to the soiled gloves on the floor. What a silly idea. No human could love this creature, and so it would become something its not - for the sake of love.

The Doll Maker plucks the flyer in the corner of the mirror down; picking up a gardening tool by the front door as it exits.

-

The warm autumn air envelopes you as you step out of the car. Spices and the smell of baked goods carry on its winds. Children laugh in the distance; jumping from behind hay bails to scare one another and picking apples from buckets of water. A larger, technically mature-aged adolescent springs from the rear seat of the car, wrapping his arms around you as he jumps half way onto your back.

"We're finally here. That ride was so long. Good thing I have my favorite armrest to stretch out on."

The man's sibling climbs out the passenger seat; glaring at her brother with judgement eyes. "Would you stop doing that? I don't want their legs giving out before we get to the maze."

Twin, Michael and Mika. Your two closest friends, and guide to the night's festivities. Since you all moved into their hometown for school, they wouldn't shut up about the annual Calloway farm's fair. A festival themed around the pumpkin patch the family grew and managed.

They had it all. Apple cider, fresh pies, games, a maze, and of course - pumpkins. It was the best time of year according to the siblings, and there were rumors of a hayride being adding this year. It would be a crime not to bring you along with all of the hype.

Micheal unchains himself from you and marches a few steps ahead. "Ah, whatever. Let's hurry up. I'm finally old enough to have some of the moonshine without having to sneak away into the barn."

The tree of you venture to the gates of the farm. There, you're greeted by Mr. Calloway himself to welcome faces both new and old. To held with the flow of the fair, you were given a set amount of tickets to use for each activity on hand. The man wishes you a good time before you're all ushered inside. Before you can walk through the gates though, Mr.Calloway asks you to let him know if you see a young man wearing wearing t-shirt with the fairs logo. It's his son, and the twin and him don't have the best history, but he hasn't seen him all day.

"What should we do first?" Mika speaks. "There's the apple picking, pie eating contest, maze..."

"What about the hayride?" You chime in.

Michael chuckles at your naivety. "Gotta save the best for last, Y/n. It apparently Come on, let's go take a picture by the booth over there."

Over the course of the next few hours, you all enjoy the fair. Putting zoo, face paint, eating the various novelties. You eventually decided to do the maze, splitting up to see who gets out first. You overhear Michael's frustration, laughing at his blight. You giggle so much, that you don't notice when you bump into another guest.

"Sorry about that! I- Oh!" Upon second look you realize the figure to only be a scarecrow. You excuse yourself from crossing its path before continuing on. The bushes rustle behind you as you walk away.

-

Winner decided and a few more activities, everyone's down to their final ticket aside you which you have two. It was time for the main event. The hay ride sits near the maze, and right beside the farm's back entrance. With the day nearing it's end, the line strangely wasn't that long. There was barely one to begin with, but that may have been due to the ride's apparent shortness. As it reaches your turn, you walk up to the carnage's driver. They're dressed just like the scarecrow you had seen before; wielding a scythe with a crimson dipped blade. They look at you. Only you.

Michael steps between you. "We'd like to take a ride, please."

The scarecrow turns to him. It shakes its head - pointing at the wagon. There are already a few people inside, room enough for one more person. They then point to you.

"Me? You're saying I should go?"

A nod. Mika grabs your arm. "We'll just wait for the next turn. Thank you.

The scarecrow lowers their wrist.

Michael elbows his sister. 'Eh, just let them go. They still have two tickets left anyway."

Mika scoffs, but lets you go. The scarecrow holds out its hand. You place your ticket in its palm, but it shakes its head again as it retracts it. It points to your own, before holding it out again.

"You want me to take your hand?"

"Yes..."

You hesitant grip its hand. The scarecrow runs its thumb over your pulse as it leans you to the wagon. Instead of seating you with the rest, it sits you right up front. Your friends start to notice something odd, but the wagon speeds off before they can say anything. Mika screams as someone slumps against a hay bail.

The ride begins. It leads off to the crops just outside the main area of the farm; corn and other vegetables growing in the land. Jack-o-lantern's light the entire row. Halloween cut outs are tapped to each fence - bloody hand marks stamped into various ones. The gate that leads completely off the property is blown open and it seems like that's where you're head. You think nothing of it at first; till you see the red sign pointing the other way and hear another body fall over. You feel the scarecrow's eyes on you.

Looking behind you, you see someone laid flat on the hay bails. Their limbs are completely spread out and they remain motionless. You glance at the scarecrow. Something doesn't feel right. Why was everyone so quiet about this?

"Excuss me? I think there's something wrong with them..."

No response. You tuck on their arm. "Hey...-"

Your mouth goes dry as you look behind you once more. A red circle had begun to bleed softly into the hay, centering from the person's neck. You can see a smiling pumpkin on their shirt; the logo of Calloway farm.

"What.. no..."

The wagon picks up speed. Looking at the other bodies, you see more dead people, but there's more - dolls. Human sized puppets crafted so well it was near impossible to tell the difference from afar. You try to pull the ropes from the scarecrow, but they don't even flinch. You think to jump, but at this speed you'd be lucky if you only had some broken bones.

The farm quickly grows further and further away. You scream for help, but it's swallowed by the roaring winds. You come to the horrible conclusion the best option is tempt fate and jump over; an arm shooting around your waist before you can take the dive. A black mist leaks from the seams as you struggle. The scarecrow seems surprises as it reels away, but the smoke quickly ties around you and pulls you to it.

"What tbe hell are you?!" You sob.

The Doll Maker merely cradles you to its chest as you cry-- hoping you'll someday find enjoyment in the ride along the way.

#Kind proud of this 1 ngl #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere #Yandere Doll #yandere god #yandere teratophilia #yandere drabble #yandere monster #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #halloween event #tw yandere #yandere blurb #yandere fic #Pin my oc

[sea-owl]

Yandere Au! add on. Where after Eloise has married sir Phillip and so shes not keeping suitors away from Penelope at balls, and at the first ball of the season since Eloise is distracted and doesn't get to be at Penelope side right off the bat at the ball and keep men away from her for Colin. What would Happen with Penelope knowing this and is getting tired of Colin dragging his feet decides to show him she tired of waiting by planning with Sophia and Kate to make him move fast by Showing up at the ball earlier than the Bridgertons so none of them can keep men away from her, and manipulating men to sign her dance card so it is full. When the Bridgertons get there Colin head straight over to Penelope to get his pen time that he has never had to worry about getting before. To his Surprise Penelope Has not only the Audacity to deny his Offer to dance, but shows her dance Card filled with me wanting to take away HIS PEN. How do you Think Colin and the other Bridgertons would react?

This could actually very well be a scene in the Yandere au, probably the same night or the next night after the spouses concont the plan in this post for Michael and Penelope to begin fake courting.

Michael and Penelope arrive to the ball early where they shock everyone by having him dance with her on the very first dance. Then they shock the other guests even further when Michael doesn't sign up for a second dance but a third as well!

Some gentlemens' interests are peaked that the Earl of Kilmartin had signed up for so many dances with a spinster. Penelope calls on her Lady Whistledown confidence to charm the gentlemen into filling up her dance card. She does save one waltz, no reason to send anyone to an early grave with Colin's jealousy. That wasn't the end goal.

The others spouses jobs was to delay the Bridgerons as much as they could without causing suspicion to give Penelope and Michael time to work. When the Bridgerton brood gets to the ball Michael and Penelope are on their second dance.

Colin is rightfully confused. Has he not scared off and or killed any potential suitor Penelope may have had since she debuted into society? He thought he made his claim on his soulmate very clear. So why the hell was the fucking merry rake DANCING WITH HIS PEN?!

Colin meets them at the edge of the dance floor, his smile tight before he sweeps Penelope away. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Francesca beelining towards Michael.

Maybe he's just imagining it, maybe Penelope and Michael were sharing a friendly dance. After all Michael is Francesca's soulmate, he wouldn't try to steal Colin, right?

Well Colin thought that until he saw Penelope's dance card. Two dances were suspicious enough, but three? That is a sign of intention.

Michael better be counting his lucky stars right now that he's Francesca's, and Francesca better get a move on to that second marriage.

All those other names on his soulmate's dance card though? Colin is gonna have to go hunting later.

#yandere bridgertons au #polin #bridgerton #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

I was reading your Firkle headcanons with the part where he is a real life JD from heathers. But I thought, an AU where Michael is the real life JD (musical version). The reason? Similar trench coat, Yandere tendencies, similar haircut, trauma, daddy issues, hates society, would kill for his s/o (at least in me and my friend’s headcanon). And the reader is Michael’s Veronica.

DID I HEAR SOMEONE SAY SONG FIC??

Oh, no? Oh well, that’s what you’re getting.

It’s not necessarily to the point where he’s k/lling for his s/o yet, but with patience and more Heathers based fics, we’ll get to that point really soon ;)

I LOVE any opportunity I get to write Heathers related fics, so enjoy this song fic, using “Fight for Me” from the Heathers Musical

I hope you like it.

Warnings: fighting, random pauses, song lyrics

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You had just come to the lunchroom, your bookbag still resting on your back, a small grumble on your face. You were just in the middle of a very important test when the shrill bell sounded, signaling it was time for lunch. As you scanned the lunch room, your eyes settled on your table, except, it was occupied by a single student. A student you had only caught glimpses of, who had just transferred schools. You couldn't quite remember his name, only that it started with a M, and picked your brain trying to figure it out. 'Mason? Matthew? Mitchell?' The names ran through your mind.

While you stood in your thoughts, you felt a small bump to your back, looking over your shoulder to see (B/F/N). She smiled at you, looking to where your glance previously was. "Michael's a cutie, huh? He's got that whole goth/bad boy thing going on, he's so hot." she gushed, causing you to roll your eyes. 'Michael...' You thought as you looked over the him again, biting your lip. You hadn't even noticed that the school's bully, Token, was making his way to the boy. He had a smug smirk on his face, reaching infront of Michael and smacking the book he was writing in out of his hands. The new kid looked up, and annoyed look on his face. You wanted to step in, but then you caught sight of Token's friend, Clyde, who was coming to the other side of Michael. Few words were exchanged, and it ended with Clyde grabbing hold of Michael's wrists in order to give Token an easy hit. Except, the transfer student broke free, easily throwing a punch to Token and turning in time to kick Clyde where the sun didn't shine.

You pouted, but everyone around you rose up, running to the scene. And like in some cheesy romantic/psycho musical, the students all sang a charming 'HOLY SHIT' as the world seemed to slow around you. You sighed, crossing your arms and striding to the 3 boys, who were stuck in fighting stances. Michael was swinging a sharp left hook at Clyde, who was in the process of bending over, and Token was about to hit the ground, but the scene stayed perfectly frozen in time, like someone hit pause on real life. Looking to Michael, your heart fluttered before you opened your mouth to start singing.

"Why when you see boys fight

Does it look so horrible

Yet... feel so right?"

I shouldn't watch this crap

That’s not who I am

You stepped closer to the flesh statues, looking closer into the face of Michael. His thick, black brows were furrowed with anger, but something about it stirred something inside of you. You looked dreamily to him.

But with this kid…

Daaaaamn...

 

You walked behind his back, studying his form. Beautiful features, hair that looked soft to the touch. You reached up, carding your fingers carefully through his thick, raven curls and rubbing your fingers down his cheek. They looked as if they were sculpted by Michaelangelo himself. You sang to his still face, the corners of your lips turning up.

Hey, mister no-name kid

So who might you be?

And could you fight for me

Hey, could you face the crowd

Could you be seen with me and still act proud

You couldn't help but think to how he isolated himself, acting as if he was too cool to be with anyone. You ran your fingers from his cheek, down his arm, to his slightly open palm. Pressing your fingers between his, feeling the cool metal of his ring, it sparked something deep inside of you. An unfamiliar want, something you've never experienced before.

Hey, could you hold my hand

And could you carry me through no man's land

It's fine if you don't agree

But I would fight for you

If you would fight for me

 

You wished you could keep the want away, and you reluctantly pulled your hand from his. You knew you'd get so much shit just for having a crush on him. He was new, different. Not like the football players and preppy kids that you hung out with. Regardless, a part of you screamed that you didn't care. You could care less about what happened, you just wanted to quench this new obsession with him.

Let them drive us underground

I don't care how far

You can set my broken bones and I know CPR

Suddenly, the world resumed, but in extreme slow motion. Michael's fist collided with Clyde's jaw, sending the boy back a couple of feet. Token began standing behind him, charging at him. The new kid turned to him, moving out of the way, causing Token to miss. Before the bully could get to far, Michael grabbed his arm, drawing him back. The world paused once more, and you got excited for once during this scuffle. Nobody had ever been able to take out Token or Clyde by themselves, but he was doing it so easily on the first try.

Well, whoa, you can punch real good

You've lasted longer than I thought you would

So hey, mister no-name kid

You made your way back to your friend's side, her body poised in a cheering position. You just started fondly at the scene as it began to play again, starting in slow motion and speeding to real time slowly.

If some night you're free

Wanna fight for me?

If you're still alive

I would fight for you

If you would fight for me

Michael grabbed Token by the head, rearing his own head back and headbutting him, causing the boy to fall back. The crowds' slow, distorted voices quickly pitched back to normal, chants of that one phrase repeating, raising in crescendo until they abruptly stopped.

 

Holy shit

Holy shit

Holy shit

Holy SHIT!

The boy fixed himself, grabbing his book from the floor and walking away from the two boys who layed injured and groaning on the ground. He came to your direction, his eyes catching yours and holding their gaze for what seemed like an eternity, before he squeezed past you, his hand brushing lightly against yours. You turned to stare at him as he left, bringing the hand he touched to your chest. You knew the only way to satisfy this want was to get him, and getting him is exactly what you're going to do.

#sp goth kids #south park goth kids #sp fanfiction #sp michael x reader #sp micheal #south park michael #song fic #i love heathers

[cupidsdivinity]

── OC INTRODUCTIONS.

just in case anyone wants to learn more about my ocs! this turned into a bunch of rambling lol. all of them are pansexual unless stated otherwise ᵔᴗᵔ

don't see your fav yandere oc? just send a message in my inbox anytime, and i'll add them! i add ocs to this list based off popularity. this page is continually updated!

yandere! jock [ jake everett ]

visage links 01, 02, 03

backstory link

his birthday is july 16

his favorite color is dark green

jake's favorite hobby is fishing

he's 6'3 / 190.5 cm

he's the quarterback for his high school's football team

jake isn't the smartest, and he doesn't have the best gpa, but he's decent in spanish class

he uses old spice and irish spring soap

jake is completely covered in freckles

his hair is so fluffy; you'll pat him on the head and his hair bounces back up

he has blue/green eyes

jake is rich since his father's a doctor

he has a four-year-old brother named jonah who absolutely loves you

whenever you're at jake's house, jonah tends to steal your attention by begging you to play pretend cars or doctor

jake's irritated by his little brother's antics, but doesn't show it when you're around

he has two dogs: a golden retriever and a small crusty white dog he got from the shelter

speaking of dogs, jake LOVES DOGS

he is a "i love dogs, and i hate cats" person sorry

when he watches movies, he skips scenes where the dog dies

and cried while reading where the red fern grows

jake used to have a huge dinosaur and car obsession when he was little

he had a dinosaur onesie that he always wore, and it rarely got cleaned

jake has TERRIBLE taste in fashion

his go-to outfit is a camo sweatshirt with baggy cargo pants

jake's favorite artists are dolly parton and taylor swift; country is his favorite genre

he's a closet swiftie though, only you and his close friends know about his listening habits

yandere! worshipper [ michael robins ]

visage links 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06

his birthday is february 28

he's 5'11 / 180 cm on a good day

michael has a small beauty mark at the outward corner of his right eye

his favorite colors are blue and violet

he's always cold; it could be the peak of summer and michael will sleep with his comforter on top of him

romance movies are a guilty pleasure of his; he loves the notebook and la la land

he wants to major in something in artsy, like film, architecture, or photography

he's a nintendo switch guy; he loves zelda

he likes mario kart, but gets more and more irritated every time you beat him, which messes with his focus

michael smells like fresh linen with a hint of lavender

his favorite foods are strawberry shortcake and pho

he loves cooking and baking with you, even though you never get anything done

5 min prep time turns into a 30 minute prep time while the two of you talk about the most random things

also he eats the cake batter; he doesn't give one damn about salmonella

he has brown, almost black eyes

he likes alternative music, and he listens to jakob ogawa a lot

michael also listens to a lot of classical music, he loves frédéric chopin

he loves sending you his spotify playlists

he's an only child

michael has a pet white rabbit that he loves to death

he's played the piano since he was eight years old

his room is messy; not a single spot on his desk is neat

#cupidsdivinity #cupids.michael #cupids.jake

[mara-xx217]

" Killer ( which you like but i think ghosie, frank and maybe Trickster) reactions to when they try to catch their favorite surv (s / o) as he/she jumps through the window, palette, but their pants / skirt remain in their hand. He / she runs away, but they see their pink panties with bunny pattern." do you remember this request ? can we get part 2, but this time for Huntress ( she need love to), Albert Wesker ( tentacle boy) , Cenobite and Mikael ?

I'm gonna assume you're asking for Michael Myers on that last one. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Slight Yandere, Humiliation, Accidental Flahsing, Non-Con Mentioned

The Huntress/Anna

You wouldn't sit still! All she wanted was to carry you to safety!

WHY WON'T YOU STAY PUT?!

You slipped through a window but Anna was able to grab a hold of the back of your pants!

You ate shit and lost your footing-

-and gave her an eyeful of your cute pink and bunny print panties.

It caught Anna so off guard that you managed to wiggle out of your pants and run the moment you hit the ground.

She could hear you scream when you realized what had happened.

You cried.

Anna killed everyone quickly so they wouldn't see your panties.

You're welcome!

She's not letting you go. Sorry.

The Mastermind/Albert Wesker

You dodged him when he made a move to grab you. It was enough to piss him off.

You're lucky he loves you.

As you vaulted a pallet Albert closes the distance. His tentacles wormed their way around the belt loop, pulling you backwards. You fought and, of course, your pants ended up being yanked completely off.

A terrible day to have such embarrassing underwear on!

Albert couldn't stop himself from barking out a sudden laugh. You fell on your face, your lower half still on the pallet.

You couldn't bring yourself to move.

He threw your pants over your ass, covering your cute little panties.

How thoughtful.

The Cenobite/Pinhead

He latched onto your pants with that stupid-ass spectral hook of his.

Your heartbeat soared in your ears as he drew closer. In a panic you unbuttoned your pants and slipped them off in a bid to escape him.

All he pulled back was your pants.

Okay...

He saw you sprinting away, pink panties staring back at him as you rounded a corner out of sight.

Yeah, he doesn't care. More impressed at your quick thinking than anything else.

The Shape/Michael Myers

What? You think Michel cares about things like this?

He'd tear it ALL off of you. Not even as a sex thing. Just cause he can.

*has done so before, will do so again.

You crying in general is good. Bonus if you are humiliated.

Which you are.

He might fuck you. Or kill you. Or both, in varying orders.

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire

#dead by daylight #dbd #dbd the huntress #albert wesker #pinhead #og michael myers #ask response #undies #flashing #tw noncon mentioned

[beatrixacepanda]

Hi there, I hope you’re doing better now! I’ve missed you!

I was wondering, could you do a one shot/headcanons of platonic Yandere Michael afton finally taking Evan?

Executing the Plan

His method of transportation when the time comes is that they have to run away by train.

He decides that he will execute his plan the moment Evan’s school day is over.

Michael is planning on taking them back home, where they used to live with the rest of the Afton family before they died. In hopes, that it will recover Evan’s memories. However, a few memories have been coming back. Only small snippets and pieces of them, but Evan still doesn’t recognize Michael or who these people are in his “visions”.

Evan’s adoptive family are worried as to why Evan isn’t at the front of the school waiting for them to pick him up. So they decide to ask around on the remaining people left on campus but to no avail. Someone from the office offers to check on the security cameras and that’s how they find out Evan has been kidnapped.

3 months before Evan was kidnapped, Michael was already stalking the family. Which led to them to contact the police to identify who it is. The police started a full blown investigation but it was hard to determine who it was. They have their suspicions but they refuse to believe they’re chasing a dead guy. That is until they somehow manage to find and contact the hospital Michael was brought to after his home burned down. The entire police department were in shock but they finally had a lead. It still proved to be difficult because Michael goes by a different name and identity.

However, the police now know what he looks like thanks to the security cameras of the school. Michael did take this into account. Since the police will be trying to track him down, he has to change his appearance which is difficult to do since the half of his body is burnt, but he’ll make do. He will also try to change Evan’s appearance the moment he grabs him from school with a change of clothes and hair dye for both him and Evan.

The police release a photo of Evan through the television so they can find him before it’s too late. Since Evan and Michael changed their appearance, it’s not gonna be much help.

During the entire escapade, Michael is coercing Evan to go with him willingly, he doesn’t want to resort to physical restraint. He doesn’t want to scare him and he doesn’t want to hurt him, not again. Evan, although as terrified as he may be, he decides to play along. He’s afraid of what Michael is capable of doing if he doesn’t comply.

There was a moment where Michael took his eyes off of Evan, because he was trying to buy some snacks and refreshments for the train ride. Evan takes this opportunity to approach someone and slips them a note saying “Please help. Call the police”

By the time Evan and Michael are going to aboard the train, Michael finds himself cornered by the New York Police Department. But what the police wasn’t expecting was for Michael to reach into his sweater and pull out a gun.

Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for the cliffhanger but I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity.

P.S I’m actually not planning on doing a one-shot or fanfic on this. But! If anyone wishes to have a go for it, you’re welcome to do so. If someone does make it, please send me the link.

The next post will be about “The Ending”

#AU! Yandere Platonic Michael #ask blog #fnaf #fnaf fandom #fanfic prompt

[sword-dad-fukuzawa]

yandere livwood if possible 👉👈

wc: 535 canon: tristamp au featuring: livio, king of the cockblock + wolfwood's misogyny era

to love you past death, past defiance

these days, wolfwood barely recognizes livio.

that's a lie. wolfwood would recognize him by sight, by smell, by the timbre of his voice and the fall of his hair, and he'd know livio even if the eye of michael managed to put him in an unfamiliar body from the other side of the planet because it's livio. how can't he? livio is the only person on noman's land who still calls him brother.

it's just that now, with the barrel of livio's gun pressed into some poor schmuck at the bar, it's harder.

"say that again," says livio mildly.

"i ain't saying nothing," the girl says, flush high on the round apples of her cheeks. she sways slightly, the acrid smell of fear reaching wolfwood with every shift, but she lifts her chin proudly. "is it illegal to make a pass at a tall glass o' water these days, mister?"

"so you did make a pass at him." the gun shifts.

"livio," says wolfwood quietly. "she didn't mean any harm."

livio ignores him, as the little shit does more and more these days--wolfwood misses the days when he'd been an naive kid that hung onto his every word, he really does--to press to the gun hard enough into the girl that she gasps, bosom heaving. she's a pretty girl, wolfwood'll give her that. all full red lips and sooty eyelashes, freckles dotting her shoulders and a sweet droop to her eyes. she's got a beauty mark just at the corner of her mouth, and if he wasn't with livio, wolfwood fancies that he'd have taken her into one of the inn's rooms to kiss it.

"get lost," says livio, his voice low and dangerous. even the stupidest floozy in november city knows when to get the hell out of dodge, and she practically stumbles over a bar stool in her haste to get out of the bar.

the bartender shoots them an unimpressed look. "you're paying her tab," he tells them. and livio, without another word, slams down enough money to cover it. he grabs wolfwood unceremoniously by the bicep and drags him to the corner of the inn's bottom floor, dumping him at the shadiest possible corner table with a thunderous expression.

"hey, hey," says wolfwood, coaxing. "look, she's gone now. no harm, no foul, yeah?"

livio glares petulantly at him. "but you're mine, nico," he says, and gone is the tone of the menacing gunslinger. all that sits in front of wolfwood is his idiot little brother who'd grown up too damn fast, and something in wolfwood's heart softens in a way only livio knows how to cause.

"yeah, yeah," says wolfwood, rolling his eyes. he reaches across the stained table to ruffle livio's hair. "now put the fangs away. you're scaring the other patrons and i don't wanna get kicked out before i'm at least a little drunk."

"fine," he mutters. "i'll kill her if she tries that again, you know."

"down, boy," says wolfwood, though he knows livio is dead serious, and passes him a shot of whiskey. he'll just have to keep a closer eye on his brother, is all. right? right.

#livio firmly believes in cramping wolfwood's game. that's HIS big brother!! fuck off!! #livwood #nicholas d wolfwood #livio the doublefang #trigun #trigun stampede #ty anon!