#yandere obey m

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

I really love you're writing💞

I would really like to ask a request(if you don't mind,I hope you don't,everyone's been ignoring me😭)Obey me brothers reacting to a Mileena Mc from Mortal Kombat.If you don't know Mileena than It's ok.

Obey me brothers reacting to a maneater or femme fatale Mc with her playful,blood thirsty and powerhungry personality.

I hope I didn't bother you.Have a nice day,Ty🥰

Mileena Reader | Yandere Obey Me!

To say you're eccentric is an understatement. You brandish your sai(s) with ease, when you're not wearing the uniform your wearing your typical tight-fitting assassin attire. You often keep a mask on your face only ever revealing it when you feel your getting too attached:

“You scared of me, boys?”

Lucifer

“I’m sure you’d like it if I was.”

He’s genuinely worried 

Not about his brothers about you

He sees you often put up this act of confidence gained by scaring others or tricking them

In the rare moments he sees you, the real you, he wants the moment to last forever

“(Y/n) I love you for you.”

“Even with a face like this?”

“Especially with a face like this.”

“You’re a fool, then I could eat you alive if I willed it.”

“I’d let you.”

“Pftt whatever.”

He knows you put up a front and he doesn’t mind

But he wants the real you

So he kind of backs you up even when your crossing lines left and right

“Ahhhh Lucifer that human transfer actually tried to cut me!”

“I see.”

“Are you going to do something!” 

“It means she likes you…don’t get too cozy though.”

“Oh, Maaaammmoooonn?”

“Ahhhhhh.”

Mammon

“I-I am not!”

He’s certainly not lying

But he is the first to go from running from you to shyly turning on his back for you

Scary and loving are closer than you’d think for the avatar of greed

He knows you play him like a fiddle

Changing your playful voice to something warmer when you cuddle into him

Before switching back to your playful side again

“Now come on Mammon don’t you want this amulet? It's worth what again?”

“I-its priceless! A-a fashion time-piece that is going to sell for thousands no millions.”

“Then. Come. And. Get. It.”

“B-but you p-put it in your–next to your–”

“Are you rejecting my offer?”

“No! I’m coming!”

He’s the puppy you love to chase around and pulling on his leash is a part of the fun

Even when you reveal your face he’s not as phased as you’d hope

“Eh, I’ve seen worse.”

Take that as you will but he’s fighting anyone with something to say

“Oi. Don’t you dare talk about my human! If you do it’ll cost you.”

Leviathan

“Y-yes b-but will you do that voice of that character I like?”

Similar to Mammon you scare him and make him feel amazing

Somehow you show up in his room when he’s locked the door

Laying in his tub/bed when he goes to end the day

But he loves it more than he’d like to admit when you do step on him

Or tease him

You remind of a character from a battle game he plays

A Scarleena from Immortal Combat

“I’ve never heard of such a thing…are you enamored by her?”

“Well duh, I wouldn’t have bought her limited edition figurine model if I wasn’t.”

“Then do you like her more than me?”

“Uh-uh n-n-no. Y-your hands–ack–t-touching me!”

“Good. I was starting to think you would have hated me. Won’t you show me how much you care?”

“O-okay! Y-yes!”

He’s not as reliant on you as Mammon but he still relays how he feels about you when you play

“You look just like that character!”

“Levi.”

“Sorry, b-but I still think you are pretty…for a real-life, anyway.”

“Ara ara and I thought you were only into 2-D?”

*blushing fiercely* “W-well I can make an exception…only cause it's you.”

Satan

“Hardly.”

He’s intrigued by you

He’s not on the run from you but he certainly doesn’t understand you at first

You are his newest investigation

“So you're interested in knowing about me?”

“Yes. Any siblings?”

“Ugh yes, but I’d sooner kill her than see her again.”

“Well, we might have more in common than I originally thought.”

He’s right your help in his pranks against his brother is greatly appreciated

And he finds himself smitten when he sees you past your playful power-hungry actions

“(Y/n)...did you truly think I’d no longer be interested in you after seeing your face?”

“It’s not a bizarre thought, for you.”

“Then you must not know me well enough, dear.”

“Oh? Are you doubting that I know who I’m speaking to?”

“No. I’m doubting how thoroughly you investigated. Especially with a subject as willing as I.”

“Then don’t mind if I do.”

“Go ahead. I promise to be gentle.”

Asmodeus

“Oya? I’ll be really scared if you pin me now!” 

So dramatic it almost throws you off 

But on the best of days you both keep each other on your toes

“Promiscuous as always, Asmodeus?”

“You know it, darling! Now about showing me what’s under that mask…”

“Didn’t I tell you? I’d eat you if you saw.”

“But that’s exactly what I want!”

“I think there's been a misunderstanding.”

Now unlike the others who either don’t care or don’t mind Asmodeus does

“Oh…oh…my that is awfully….gnarly.”

“See. Now that you’ve seen I will–”

“Now hold on, don’t misunderstand you will always be pretty because it's you….but we need to figure out how kissing is going to work…hmm.”

“I see no reason to discuss something so pointless.”

“Nonsense, it should probably be fine if we stole the pair from that one model…it’d be convenient for the upcoming make-up launch.”

“Violence?”

“Yup!”

Beelzebub

*Munch Munch* “Huh? Did you say something?’

The answer is no

You can threaten him all you like or try to seduce him but he’s not budging 

“You’d do best not to hold me if you don’t want to have a chunk eaten off of you!”

“If that's what it takes to make you eat then so be it.”

“Stubborn, I’ll tolerate it if you can defeat me.”

“You want to fight? Fine but you have to eat first it's not healthy to do lots of exerting yourself without eating.”

“Grrrrr I’ll gut you for your incompetence!”

*Shifts to demon form* “If you're going to refuse me I will use force.”

You two don’t really get on the same level on your own 

Someone (Belphegor) has to mediate so you can clear up the misunderstanding

Its a wonder how you two still end up clashing at least on your end anyway

No one knows if he’s really seeing you or just putting his own thoughts on you

“So that's why you weren’t eating around me. Don’t do that again, I was worried.”

“Worried? For me? Best be careful your sentimentality may lead to your doom.”

“If it's really embarrassing for you we can eat away from everyone, I’m sure Lucifer won’t mind.”

“Are you deaf?”

“Nope but if you do have a taste for demons we can take a trip to the slums.”

Belphegor

“Only as scared as you are of me.”

“That would be none.”

“Good.”

You so easily affirm his dislike for humans

But more than he likes to admit he enjoys it every time

And so he fights with himself about what it is he likes about fighting you

The actual fighting or you

It turns out to be the latter as he finds himself waking with anger when you're antagonizing some other demon

“Don’t do that again.”

“What? Leave your side when you slumber? What am I? Your teddy bear?”

“Heh might as well be with how much I think about you.”

“What’s that? Are you admitting a surrender to your teddy bear?”

“Hah never!” 

To the naked eye, your relationship makes no sense 

but it doesn’t matter 

not to him at least

All that matters is that when he sleeps that your in arms-length

“From this point on, you're my human. *Yawn* So no picking fights without me.”

“And who are you to demand this of me?”

“Your demon Belphegor.”

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[heizlut]

Overstim/medical kink for albedo? :>

i am on my KNEES for albedo. anything he wants from me i'll be like "yes, sir, daddy, sir🫡" let's make this a lil part 2 of Being Albedo's Assistant shall we?

Being Albedo's Assistant part 2

cw: medical play, body/pussy inspection, overstimulation, slight belly bulge, squirting, creampie, praise

tags: sub fem! reader, soft dom! albedo, he gives a bit of yandere vibes at the end hehe, mostly proofread

nsfw under the cut

m!list here

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It was safe to say your relationship with Albedo had changed for the better since the day he experimented on you, fucking his cock into your sweet pussy for the first time a few days ago. You were giddy as you made your way back up through Dragonspine and into his camp. Albedo had contacted you that morning asking if you would help him with another study on the human body.

Albedo turns his head to the camp entrance when he hears the sound of your footsteps crunching in the snow. A ghost of a smile plays on his lips when you enter, "I'm glad to see you made it safe." You try hard not to blush as images of the last time he experimented with you flashed through you head, "I always do. Don't worry about me so much..." Albedo breaths out a small chuckle, "It's hard not to worry when you're so much more than an assistant to me." Now you're really blushing. Albedo was always straightforward with his words and yet you remained flustered every time he spoke his mind.

He beckons you to him and taps the lab table in front of him, "Come and sit." Your heart and mind races as you wonder what he has in store for you this time. You hoist yourself up onto the table, careful to not knock anything over. Albedo slots himself between your legs and look up at you, "I would like to check over your body and see if there have been any changes since the last time." With him between your legs like that, your poor pussy was throbbing for attention, "What should I do then?" His fingers reach for the hem of your shirt, "Lift up your arms."

Of course you obey, lifting your arms as Albedo removes your shirt and places it nicely behind you on the table. His eyes take in the cute lacy bra you chose to wear and he almost smiles as he looks back up at you, "Interesting choice..." If it weren't for the lilt in his voice, you would think he was mocking you. Albedo runs his fingers across the fabric, taking in the textured feeling, "I like this." You bite your lip, wanting more stimulation, "I wore it for you..." He raises an eyebrow at that, "Hmm..." He pauses for a second then speaks again, "Take it off."

Your breath catches at his words. He wasn't saying it in a domineering or demanding way, but the straightforwardness got to you once again. You undo the clasps on the back of the bra and let it fall forward, then set it aside. Albedo studies your breasts for a moment, intrigued with the way your nipples harden from the cold air that wisped through the entrance of the campsite. His gaze made you feel so aware of yourself. You wanted to cover up but he had his reasons for doing what he was doing and you didn't want to interfere if this was part of his study.

Albedo reaches forward and gently runs the pad of his thumb across your nipple, "Fascinating..." He gives your breast a gentle squeeze and moves his other hand to your other nipple, rolling it between his fingers. Your breathing picks up from the gentle stimulation and arousal begins to pool between your legs. Your reaction doesn't go unnoticed by him and he meets your eyes with a slight smirk.

Albedo doesn't say a word before he leans forward and captures your nipple in his mouth. You suck in a breath when he sucks and his tongue swirls around the sensitive bud. He gives a harsh suck before pulling away with a wet pop and looking up at you again, "How was that?" You gawk at him, trying to collect your thoughts to answer such a question, "...Good. It felt nice..." Albedo smiles slightly and pinches the wet nipple as he takes the other in his mouth, giving it the same treatment, then pulling back once again to admire his work.

He locks eyes with you for a moment, til he moves his gaze to your pants and gestures towards them, "Let's take these off as well." You lift your hips, allowing Albedo to pull off your pants and undergarments together. After setting those aside, he places his hands on your thighs and pushes them apart. Albedo kneels down, now eye-level with your glistening pussy. His focused gaze on your cunt makes you want to squirm and shut your legs.

Albedo takes his thumbs and spreads your pussy open; your hole so wet with your arousal and your clit felt needy for stimulation. He runs his finger through your slick and then looks to you, “All this just from a little bit of stimulation to your breasts?” He’s genuinely asking but the way he says it sounds again as though he’s mocking you. Your hole clenches around nothing from this and Albedo is quick to notice. A tiny smirk curls on his lips, “Did you like what I asked?”

His probing questions made you heat up in humiliation and pleasure and you simply nod. Albedo straightens up and makes a few notes in his notebook, leaving you bare and spread out on his table where anyone could walk in at any time if they chose to visit his campsite. He sets his notebook down and kneels down again. Albedo’s eyes search your half-lidded ones, “Let’s continue.”

Albedo presses his thumb down on your clit making you gasp, “Extra sensitive today…”, he mutters to himself. He sucks two of his fingers into his mouth, wetting then with his saliva before he pushes them inside of you, drawing a cute moan from your lips. His fingers pump in and out, curling up to your sweet spot which has your hands clutching his shoulders. Albedo removes his fingers, making you whine. He scissors his fingers in front of his face, watching with intrigue as your slick forms a clear string connecting his fingers, “Thicker than usual… Are you ovulating?”

The question catches you off guard and your eyes widen, “I.. um” You clear your throat awkwardly and speak quietly, “Yes..” Albedo’s eyes light up and you wish you had the power to read his mind. He collects your slick from his fingers and lets it drip and form a tiny puddle into a clear, circular sample container, “Good..very good.” He sets the container aside and spreads your fluttering pussy open once more. You let out a little mewl when his tongue prods at your hole. Your arousal coats his tongue as he eagerly laps it up.

His tongue makes it way to your sensitive clit, licking circles as he sucks it into his mouth with delighted hum. The vibrations added to the stimulation he was already giving you had you tangling your fingers in his fluffy blonde hair, "'Bedo.. fuck-" Your words morph to a cry of pleasure, your face scrunching up as Albedo's tongue increases it's rhythm. Your legs shake as you reach your end; the grip you have on his hair must be painful but he doesn't show it, too lost in the taste of you.

When your orgasm begins to subside, his eyes meet yours. His lips were shining with a mix of your arousal and his own saliva as he gives a gentle smile, "That was good, but I'm afraid I'm not done quite yet..." Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you try to regain your bearings and question him. The feeling of his fingers prodding your entrance has the haziness of your mind cleared right away, "Wait, Albedo-" Your words go ignored as his fingers push in and immediately curl up to that sensitive spot inside of you that has your vision going fuzzy and your mouth opens in a silent moan.

Albedo kept curling his fingers repeatedly as he pushed them inside of you, feeling great satisfaction when your pussy clenches around his fingers over and over. You feel a new kind of knot forming inside of you and your eyes snap open as you try to squirm away, "No, no, stop. I think I'm gonna-" But one final press up into that spot has you squirting. The clear liquid covers his hand, dripping down his wrist and down his forearm. Albedo has a wild look on his face, even managing to breathe out a satisfied chuckle, "Incredible..."

You whimper from overstimulation when he removes his fingers and brushes his thumb over your clit. You feel tingly and fuzzy, legs trembling slightly still when you hear the sound of clothes rustling. You blink a couple times and when you finally focus, Albedo is tugging his hardened cock and lining up with your spent hole. His turquoise eyes meet yours and he uses his free hand to caress your cheek, "Relax for me..." His gentle voice fills your head and you release a breath. Albedo gives a small smile, "Good girl."

He pushes his length inside your warm, wet walls with a breathy grunt. His eyes shut tight with focus as your pussy envelops his cock so perfectly. You reach for him, wrapping your arms around him and bury your face into the crook of his neck. The action has him smiling again and he presses a kiss to your temple, "I'm going to move now." You only whimper in response, clutching him tighter as Albedo begins to move his hips, still feeling greatly overstimulated from his previous work on you. His cock drags along your wet walls and he thrusts forward, hard. The tip bullying the deepest parts of you as he begins an overwhelming pace.

Albedo reaches under your thighs and holds them up with his arms as his balls slap against your ass with each thrust. The new position has him even deeper inside of you, an outline of his cock bulging against your lower abdomen. Albedo gets that wild look again when he sees, "Look how deep you take me. You're swallowing me up so well..." You look down, seeing the bulge move up and down as he fucks into you a little faster now. The sight makes you clamp down on his cock, his name falling so prettily from your lips.

He releases one of your legs, only to begin rubbing your clit in quick motions with the pad of his thumb, "Cum for me one more time, beautiful." With the feverish thrusts and the way he rubs at your clit, your eyes roll back and you let out the most beautiful sounding moan in his ear as you come undone for the third time. The increase of wetness from your cum fills the cave with lewd squelching and the slapping of skin and against skin.

Feeling the way your pussy flutters around his cock as he fucks your arousal back into you has him tumbling over the edge himself. With a particularly rough thrust, his hot cum fills you up. He desperately hopes its going straight to your womb. His spent cock pulsates inside you as he comes down from his high. Heavy breaths fills the space between you as you finally raise your head to look at him.

Albedo is enamored by the way you look; looking so fucked out and blissful. You expect him to remove himself from you, but he stays. You give him a questioning look, too tired to speak. Albedo just smiles softly at you, "Did I forget to mention the last part of my study?" He kisses your lips so sweetly then pulls back just enough that his lips still graze yours as he speaks in a husky tone and half-lidded eyes, "The final part of the study is to be sure that I can effectively reproduce."

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a/n: baby daddy albedo?

#albedo smut #albedo x reader smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #albedo x reader #genshin albedo #genshin impact albedo

[luvyeni]

❛LOVE N’ DEVOTION❜ ( y. jeongin )

p. yandere!jeongin x yandere!reader w. 1.3k+

warnings? dark fic, toxic relationship, minor characters death, mentions of blood, oral sex ( m. receiving ), shower sex, rough sex, unprotected sex,

— 𖦹 ( both of you are willing to do crazy things to show your devotion for each other ) !

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you waited for the girl to walk away , excusing yourself , making your way over to the bar. “i'll have another margarita.” you asked the bar tender. “that will be 7.50.” he said. “i'll pay for it.” the boy handed over his card. “coming right up.”

you turned to boy leaning down , to where he could only hear. “she’ll die by the end of the night if she touches you again.” you whispered in jeongin's ear , anger and jealousy laced in your voice making the boy smirked. “really?” he loved seeing you like this , seeing how far he get you.

“and what about him.” He pointed to the guy across the bar who waiting for your return. “can i kill your date , if you kill mine.” the girl came back to the bar , just as the bartender , returned back with your drink. “your drink ma'am.” you thanked him , eyeing the boy as you walked away , still in earshot.

“innie.” you stopped dead in your tracks , jeongin taking notice of this. “innie who was that girl? do you know her?” the boy knew he should’ve chosen his next words wisely , but he couldn’t help himself. “no , just some girl.”

you bitterly made your way back to your table , ready for this date to be over.

jeongin watched you flirt extra hard with the guy , with a murderous glint in his eyes , how fucking dare that guy touch you like that , he’ll cut off every single one of his fingers for touching what’s his.

both of you knew you’d be here with other people , it’s the same routine – you break up , you find a random person to go on a date , knowing the other will show up , and at the end of the night both of you end up back at his house , covered in blood.

“jesus princess , all this blood.” he chuckled opening the door for you. “had the bitch not called you innie i may have let her live.” You took your heels off throwing them to the side. “keep it up and the cops will be sure to find you.” He closed the door.

“where is he?” he pointed to his garage. “i killed him already , he didn’t put up much of a fight.” you shrugged , “too bad he was cute.” he scoffed , his bloody hand wrapping around your throat , slamming you against the wall.

“princess you may have a few loose screws in your head , but you aren’t stupid , say some stupid shit like that again and i'll cut your tongue out.” he growled , squeezing. “you understand.” You nodded , and he let you go , you coughed. “now be a good girl and get on your knees.”

you obeyed , looking up at him through your lashes. “you’re hard even after killing someone.” You undid his jeans , letting them pool at his ankles , pulling at his boxer , his cock springing out , hitting his stomach. “says the slut covered in blood about to suck my cock.”

you took him into your mouth , but he quickly grabbed your hair. “if you bite me , i'll kill you.” he slowly moved your head , letting go while you kept going , bobbing your head up and down. “f-fuck that’s it suck my cock.” he groaned.

“if you don’t speed up , im gonna fuck your throat.” he grunted , but you ignored his request. “you’re really being a brat tonight.” he yanked on your hair , keeping it still as he thrusted into your mouth. “is it that girl -fuck- is it what she said?” he didn’t even let you answer before he , came with a grunt. “ngh , fuck!”

he let you go , spit and his seed dripping down your chin. “don’t mention that bitch.” you spat bitterly. “even her blood is making me angry.” he smirked , you truly were just as crazy as he was.

you weren’t always like this , you were once normal – that was until jeongin , he did this to you. when you first started dating , he was nice , but then as time went off , he began to slowly remove people out of your life , gaslighting you into thinking they were bad for you , and that you only had him.

you didn’t know how dangerous he was until one night he came home covered in the blood of some random guy he thought was looking at you. that’s when you should’ve left , called the cops , but you didn’t and everything just went to hell.

he'd find ways to break you , little by little , until those no longer worked , then he up the ante. while you continued to stay at his house , no one to go to , only having him , and he knew that – that’s when the girls came in.

he’d bring home random girls , not to sleep with them , but to put fear into your heart , that he could find someone better , when he knew he couldn’t , he was addicted to you , he just wanted to see what you’d do.

eventually , that fear boiled over and turned to anger , and that’s when you killed for the first time , and jeongin knew he had you forever , you were tied to him , you loved him and was devoted to him so much , that you’d kill just to be with him.

“you get so angry princess.” he pressed your naked wet body against the shower door , the blood mixed from your bodies making it’s way down the drain. “it’s so sexy.”

he held the flesh of your cheeks , spreading them , lining his cock with your hole. “fuck such a messy pussy , i can just-" you moaned as he slammed into you. “slide right in.”

he pulled out , pushing himself back into you. “fu-fuck jeongin!” you screamed as he fucked you , you gripped on to the side. “harder.” he slapped your ass. “you truly are my little pain slut.” he reached around squeezing you boobs , rutting his hips into you. “my crazy little pain slut.”

He pulled out of your hole , flipping you around , holding you up against the wall , wrapping your legs around his waist , filling you back up with his cock. “innie!” your nails raked down his arm , scratching his back.

“fuck.” he hissed , his hand once again coming up to your neck , his thrust hitting deeper. “my crazy girl , you’d kill for me wouldn’t you.” he squeezed. “y-you know i would.” you managed to get out. “say it then." he said. “say you’d kill for me.”

“fu-fuck innie , im gonna cum!” you screamed. “hold it , you’re not cumming until you say it.” You whined. “sh-shit , i will kill for you innie.” you cried tears spilling down your face. “good girl , you can cum.” you gripped his shoulders leaving more marks as you came.

he didn’t stop once you came , his thrust became more erratic , he was close to cumming himself. “you don't have to worry princess, im -fuck- im all yours , how many people do I have to kill to prove it to you.” he groaned. “i'll do it , i'll kill anyone I have to.” he felt the band snap in his stomach , cumming.

he let you down , holding you up due to your jelly legs. he helped you wash the rest of the blood off your bodies , turning the shower off. he carried your body to the bed , both of you not bothering to put on clothes.

“you have to get rid of his body.” you said. “i will later.” he wanted to wait for you to go to sleep. “you shouldn’t bring them back here anymore , im tired of cleaning up blood.” you whined. “i'll do it this time crazy girl.” you pouted. “don’t call me crazy , you’re just as crazy.” he chuckled.

“whatever you say darling.”

©LUVYENI

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[sh1-n0bu]

Can u do yandere Beel-obey me with a impulsive/lil crazy mc/reader? In a minute she is calm and in the other she tries to kill a random demon. May u can do him a lil masochist too? Pretty pleaseee 🙏

✿ 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 ✿

characters: yandere!beel x fem!reader

warnings: generally darker undertones bc it’s a yandere, description of fighting, injuries, mentions of blood, yandere thoughts and acts, masochism, hinted that mc have signs of anger issues and bipolarity, some suggestive things

notes: ‘m so so so sorry for the late response hun. i just couldn’t rlly think of a good scenarios for this one😔 hope it’s to your liking!

everyone experiences bipolarity and anger issues differently. i am no mental health expert and i wrote this with my own anger issues experience and a friend's bipolarity. if some things seem wrong or unlikely then pls let me know.

since mc is literally living with demons, there definitely will be some darker/gruesome moments brushed off as a normal thing bc they’re demons

so with that in mind, being possessive, protective, a bit too overbearing or controlling is seen as a normal thing in a relationship for them

however beel is much more chill and softer when it comes to such things

it’s bc he has great GREAT amount of trust in you plus he knows no sane, lower demon would never dare and approach you

either bc of the pact markings of the 7 demon lords of devildom or

your impulsive self.

yep.

that’s the reason.

at first meeting and the first few days or weeks into mc’s stay in devildom, the brothers either find mc’s impulsiveness and anger issues relatable, amusing or just downright annoying

as for beel he didn’t really care. as long as you didn’t get yourself killed or gravely injured

if anything in the beginning it low-key reminded beel of his twin, belphie

mc’s dark humor, threatening back demons about how they will puck out their teeth, boil it into a soup and shove it down their throat while it’s still steaming hot were first annoying to most of the brothers

however to beel, it just reminded him of how his brother would always snap back at the other demons and more specifically, lucifer

perhaps that little resemblance is what led beel to be protective and possessive over mc

it started out slow and barely noticeable lingering hands over their shoulders, small worried glances, giving them ice package to put over their bruised knuckles

soon it developed into beel constantly hovering around mc, threatening to eat the other lesser demons who even dared to gaze at them to scenting

when scenting your partner in a demon relationship, it usually involves leaving visible marks on each other since demons all have different distinguishable markings

whether it be carving their marks into their s/o’s flesh with their claws, leaving a bloody bite mark or sometimes even their pact markings on each other

however, considering the fact beel is more gentler than the other demons and your a human, he simply decided that cuddling with you for so long to the point that others could smell beel’s sin and scent on you or just draping his large, fluffy orange jacket over you was enough

unfortunately, demons are beings that generally have a darker mindset than humans so one day some lesser, cocky demon mocked you for being “beel’s pet” while you were alone

mc paid that demon back with a broken nose and a broken arm that bent the wrong way (like this __^__🫴)

the terrified screeching of the onlookers and the anguish filled cries of the cocky bastard alongside the blood dripping from the claw marks the demon left on mc called upon the attention of the brothers

when arriving at the scene beel couldn’t help but feel an odd feeling within him

something hot, mushy and dizzying feeling pooling in his stomach, his mind getting hazy, eyes half lidded with the only focus of attention being on you

asmo sensed his brother’s sudden arousal and dragged him off from the crowd, sitting him down in one of the empty classrooms and having a talk with him. helping him calm down and explaining to his little brother that sometimes people get aroused by people who are stronger than them

since that little incident with mc and the cocky demon, beel has never went a day without his mind wandering to the scene he saw

you standing tall and proud with a bloody claw mark running from your chin to your neck with an odd triumphant grin while the lower insect screeched, holding his broken arm

and when he lets his daydreaming go wild, the sixth brother finds himself fantasizing about you sitting on him with the same grin, carving your initials on his chest

the scent of blood oozing around the room, the quiet giggles that would slip out of your lips as he groans and whimpers at the odd yet pleasant feeling

and when his imaginations go further than that, the avatar of sin of gluttony finds himself choking on his breath, pants tightening and the room feeling hotter than the usual

perhaps paying a visit to your room this night won’t be such a bad idea…

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[white-sinner]

yandere nerd classmate

x male reader

WARNING: willing reader, sadic reader,yandere getting caught, dom reader, sex, dirty thoughts, dirty dreams

A/N;so my younger brother gave me this idea we were basically talking and all of a sudden he blurts out “you know sometimes you scare me with these macabre things you say” several times he described me as sadistic so thanks little brother for the idea?

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a very shy boy meets a goth boy who will save him from bullies in his freshman year of high school only to find out that they are in class together the innocent nerd's obsession turns into something perverse but he is sure that he will take the decisions?

yandere nerd classmate:who has a crush on you since you two started high school now you're in your senior year and he's so sad he knows he needs to make you his but every time he tries to talk to you or get close his cheeks are all red and smears himself with his own words….poor stupid puppy

yandere nerd classmate: who gets distracted in class by his dirty little thoughts of you fucking him without caring about his enjoyment while you fill him full of your cum and he under you crying and sobbing

Yandere Nerd ClassMate: who is very good at digitally drawing literally a whole folder dedicated to porn drawings about you

yandere nerd classmate: who got a boner when you protected him from a bully your tone of voice so dark the threats towards the bullies and him on the ground behind you luckily he was on his lunch break so he had time to go to the bathroom to basturbarsi as he wanted at that moment to make a video of him masturbating and moaning in a public place thinking of you and then send it to you

“you are really pathetic to bully a person because your stupid dickheads can't even do two math exercises... *smile* let me just say it once and make it clear if you don't leave him alone i'll read you first on a chair cuts your friend's neck and I'll watch his blood flow as he screams in pain, then I'll remove his internal organs, slit his belly and make you choke on them, that would be a fun scene to watch, right? well maybe not for you but for me definitely yes”

yandere nerd classmate: that i start following you to your house stalking your social media well let's just say he wasn't really good at this stuff he was really pitiful but you didn't seem to mind of course he could have been a slut normally and told you he liked you but you decided to let him do it unfounded and let your prey live in his fantasy before killing him

yandere nerd classmate: that one day he decided to put his plan into action by following you in the school parking lot (you could literally hear him shaking and stumbling in his footsteps) and then attack you with a syringe full of sleeping pills but you caught him and crushed him at the wall

“w-what”

“what were you trying to do with this syringe, puppy”

“n-not-“

“don't lie I know exactly what you've been doing since the start of the new semester Logan*

*Logan looks down embarrassed*

“get into my car ”

“M/N wh-“

“I don't think i asked a question it was an order, enter in the car NOW”

after leading him to your house you let him in and kissed him by dominating him with your tongue making him almost suffocate

"well look at the drool that drips from his mouth"

*you slap him on the ass*

"you look like a puppy in heat"

"M/N please"

"mmmh? please what Logan do you need to use your words “

“come on you know don't make me say it's awkward”

Logan was mystified nothing had gone to plan but he really liked this twist so he decided to turn things around by looking away from you and trying to take control to which you replied slapping his ass again

“HICK”

“who told you you were the one in control”

at that moment Logan couldn't take it anymore he really wanted you to fuck him

“please… . you can fuck me…”

“ well finally you seem to obey “

having said that you dragged him with force creating a mark on his wrist to which he did nothing his crush was about to fuck him and branding him his what more could he want?

"Let's take these clothes off"

it was now past what seemed like hours to Logan you were overstimulating him and you weren't into him yet!

“M/N please put it in me!”

“aww but you're a little virgin if I put it inside it could hurt you”

“I don't care! I do not care!"

"ok little bitch calm down"

so you stuck all your cock inside him he started crying and you fucked him so fast that by now his mind was mush "well if you like him so much you could become my malewife by now the studies are finished"

"yes!yesyyes! i want eswhe your housewife M/N perfaw *moan*”

“you're such a slut”

and with these words he came and you looking at his face I did the same your hot sperm that mixed with that of before and before in short now Logan and Logan really realized all his dreams

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[aphroditelovesu]

Maybe Yan!Alicent and Yan!Criston. I think a romantic dynamic would be interesting

❝ 🐉 — lady l: Someone stop me because I'm writing hcs after hcs lmao! Anyway, I made these hcs in honor of our Green Queen and our Ser Cole, I hope you like them! 💚💚

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of death, polygamous relationship.

❝🐉pairing: yandere!alicent hightower x gn!reader x yandere!criston cole.

You had caught Alicent's attention a long time ago, when she still fondly remembered the time she was friend with Princess Rhaenyra. She never acted on it, however, always in the shadows observing your interactions with others.

You could read the jealousy, the pure envy in the Queen's brown eyes when she saw you close to someone else. She hated it, she hated them and she hated herself more for wanting you. She was well aware of what she felt but never wanted to confront them. She was afraid.

But she was more afraid of being away from you, of you being separated from her. Alicent didn't have an active participation in your life, but she was tired of seeing you giving attention to those who didn't deserve it, to those who weren't worthy of you. So she decided to act.

Criston followed Alicent's orders blindly, she was his Queen and he had sworn to her. Whatever she asked, he would do without hesitation. And this was no different when he came to you, after being ordered by her.

Cole didn't know exactly why Alicent was so interested in you, but he knew it had nothing to do with him. It was her choice and he would just obey. However, it was only after he contacted you, and spoke to you that he finally understood.

Alicent was the most controlling, imposing her desires and expectations on you. You should be like her, modest and devout. She knew it was wrong to fall in love and even more so to get involved with you, but she didn't care. For the first time in her life, she would be doing something for herself and not for others.

Criston also had his morals and his honor, although less than Alicent. He fell in love quickly and wasn't shy about showing it. He was in love, he wanted to be loved by you. He needed you. Cole is more liberal in his obsession, giving you more freedom.

Once they both realize that they are interested in you, things will get interesting. Normally, they would never agree to share you, but it was with each other, with whom they had a strong and close bond.

They are incredibly possessive, overprotective, and petty in their obsession. They agreed to share you because they knew there would be no one else but them for you. No one who was worthy of you, at least.

Alicent adored you, she loved dressing you in shades of green, combing your hair, and telling you how much she loved you. She was deeply in love with you and you were a breath of fresh air for the Queen after a long day at the council. There was no place she preferred more than your arms.

Criston worships the ground you walk on, always watching your every move like an eagle. His eyes never leaving you and yearning for you with every passing second. He couldn't live without you anymore, not when you were his air.

They protect you fiercely, especially Criston. Anyone who looks or breathes in your direction will be eliminated from the Earth. No one, absolutely no one, can think of hurting you. They are ready to destroy anyone.

You are unconditionally spoiled by them, especially Alicent. She loves showering you with clothes (mostly in green tones), jewelry, shoes and anything else that money can buy. Criston is more modest, but he also spoils you a lot.

They are willing to go against anyone who might threaten you or cause you discomfort. Alicent likes to hold you, brush your shoulders against yours shyly while she admires you. Criston watches you from afar, looking at you with love, and likes to hold your hands.

You can't leave them, not after everything they've done to make sure you stay with them. Any marriage proposals will be quickly shot down and Criston is more than willing to beat any potential suitor to death. And Alicent will support his actions.

There's no escaping them, especially once the Dance of the Dragons begins. You will be under lock and key in the Red Keep. They can't risk losing you. They love you too much so that's why they can't let you go.

#a song of ice and fire #house of the dragon #asoiaf #yandere house of the dragon #yandere hotd #alicent hightower x reader #Alicent hightower x reader x criston cole #yandere alicent hightower #yandere Alicent hightower x reader #yandere alicent hightower x reader x criston cole #criston cole x reader #criston cole x reader x alicent hightower #yandere criston cole #yandere criston cole x reader #yandere criston cole x reader x alicent hightower #yandere poly #polyamourous #yandere headcanons #headcanons #hotd

[kittievampire]

Could you maybe make a short fic of M/C plus yandere (preferably, Mammon) where at first it's non-consensual, but as the time goes on she gets manipulated into thinking it's all for love? I also think he should baby-trap her and do all kinds of shit to force her to stay with him.

Oh, my darling, of course!

I've been dabbling in the yandere smut side of the Obey Me fandom and HOLY SHIT it's INTENSE

Especially for my first love, Mammon-sama, I'll do anything for my sweet greedy boy 🥺🥺🥺

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

Click here if you wanna request!

Mine

Warnings: Dark Themes, Slight Gore (if you squint), Violence, Murder, Manipulation, Obsession, Yandere! Mammon x Reader, Dom! Mammon x Sub! Reader, Virgin! Reader, Cursing, Panty Stealing, Masturbation, Smut, Breeding Kink, Teasing, Baby-Trapping, Creampie, Reader gets gagged, Mating press, Non-Con/Rape to Dub-Con

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Enjoy.

Honestly, he couldn't tell you when it all started.

Probably when you'd first gotten here and he was told that he would be responsible for taking care of you. Yes, that sounds right.

It was then that these emotions started. These feelings toward you, the compulsive need to be by your side at every waking hour of the day. Hell, you'd have to kick him out of your room most nights just to get some privacy.

You were just so perfect.

Something about the way you spoke, the way you handled things, the way you carried yourself. He couldn't help but love all of it. All of you. He'd memorized every little thing you'd shared with him throughout the time you'd been in the Devildom, noticing whenever you cut your hair by even an inch or the slightest shift in your attitude to know when you were upset.

And when you were upset, he always needed to know why.

So he could get rid of your problem, of course.

If you were upset with one of his brothers, he'd go speak with them about it (as long as it's not Lucifer), if you were upset over failing to comprehend something mathematical, he'd explain it to you in five different ways to try and help, and if you were upset with someone the two of you don't consider close friends, he'd console you.

There was this one time, however, when consoling you wasn't enough. Not for him, at least. The first time these thoughts became more aggressive and obsessive. The first time he became truly dangerous.

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Mammon narrowed his eyes at you, pulling his shades off so he could see you properly. "He did what?" He asked. It was more like he was demanding you to repeat what you said.

You hesitated for a moment before clasping your hands together and smiling. "He broke my D.D.D. and cursed me out for being a human." You sighed, shaking your head in disappointment. "It's alright, though. I'll ask Lucifer if I can get a replacement."

Mammon really only paid attention to the first sentence. He bit down on the arms of the shades in his hand and scoffed. "See, this is why ya should just keep someone around. As the Great Mammon, I shouldn't be botherin' myself with taking care of ya." He extended his hand, holding out an index finger so you couldn't interrupt him. "But, because ya really need it, I'll go ahead and be your personal bodyguard or whatever." He huffed out, a light blush forming on his cheeks.

You furrowed your brows. "Oh, thanks, Mammon, but I really don't want to bother you with this kind of thing. I really don't need 24-hour protection, I just really wish people like him would learn from their mistakes."

Oh, you were so forgiving. He couldn't help the way his heart pounded against his chest at the way you spoke so kindly about the bastard who broke your property.

He should kill him.

Mammon flinched, dropping his shades and freezing in place at the idea.

Something you need to know about Mammon is that he's not really a violent guy. Of course, he acts like a relatively tough guy, and his title as the second strongest sin in the Devildom wasn't just given to him because the king was feeling generous. He just never resorted to violence immediately, it wasn't the Mammon Way.

Now, though, there was another factor to account for in this equation of his.

You.

While his title made demons fear him enough to where he didn't need to act on any of his anger, he found it very difficult to stop his knuckles from twitching whenever he saw someone you as much as complained about.

However, he'd never thought about murder. At least, not so seriously. This was different. The image that appeared in his head was the demon you were talking about, chained to the back of his car by the neck, and being dragged all around the Devildom. Then, he'd kill him slowly. Maybe set him on fire, too. Yes, that sounded nice.

"Mammon!" You called out, snapping him away from his thoughts. You tilted your head. "Are you okay? You kinda blanked out there." You ask, placing a hand on his cheek to get him to look at you.

Mammon flinches at your touch, a dark blush forming on his cheeks. "O-Oi! I'm alright, human, now get your hand off'a me!" He gently grasped your wrist, shuddering in delight at the feeling of holding you.

You raised a brow, pulling your hand away. "If you say so... Well, Asmodeus wanted me to help him out in Majolish, so I'll head over there. You have a make-up class, don't you?" You ask playfully. Mammon scoffed. "Oh, come on! Ya don't gotta rub it in, MC. Ya jerk." You laughed a little. "That's what you get for skipping classes. I'll see you later, Mammoney."

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He was there.

The bastard was there.

Mammon was a few seats away from the guy you were talking about earlier. The guy who broke your property and made you upset. He wasn't paying attention to the lecture, no, he was watching the demon. Staring. Glaring.

The scene that presented itself to him before, among many others, appeared in his head. Many of them were at the same levels of gruesome. The thought of getting rid of someone for you was a little nerve-wracking but satisfying nonetheless. It felt right.

After all, he was no longer an angel. And this was a lower demon, a being of impurity. That means that whatever happens to him down here, he deserves it, right?

This is what Mammon tried telling himself when he dragged the large black bag all the way to his room. The only one who saw him was Beelzebub, but the Avatar of Gluttony was busy with takeout, so he didn't really take the time to try and understand the situation.

Mammon was a little relieved that you weren't home to see this. At the same time, though, he did want you to know that he was looking out for you. You should be grateful that the Mammon is so adamant about protecting you!

"Say, ya think she might actually say yes if I ask her out? I dunno if I wanna do it now, but, I mean... Ah, who am I kiddin'? I'll wait a little while longer. It's too soon, don't ya think?" He asked, making another clean cut to the demon's torso.

The demon had stopped thrashing hours ago. There was blood everywhere, but the Avatar of Greed wasn't sloppy, so he'd placed a cheap mat underneath the chair that his classmate was tied to, planning to throw it away later. Even so, he became irritated when he got no response.

"Oi, I'm tryin' to ask for some serious advice. Ain't ya a demon? Why are ya dyin' so fuckin' quick, huh?" He seethed, glaring up at the lifeless expression that the demon before him adopted. He sliced an exposed arterie and scoffed. "Pathetic. I dunno why I bothered asking shit from a bastard like you anyway."

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He refers to that kill as his "first slip."

Mammon had multiple "slips" after that, all of which he convinced himself were for your sake. Demons were going missing left and right. Of course, you didn't notice, because you were so naive. So oblivious. So cute.

You would never suspect Mammon to be the culprit, right? He was your sweet Mammoney. He'd do anything to keep it that way.

While he was growing to love you, more than he healthily should, he still couldn't build up the courage to talk to you. Confess to you.

You'd better believe he tried though.

The first time he did after he'd taken up his new "hobby" was during passing period at RAD. He had you caged between the wall and his chest, both hands on the wall to stop you from leaving. "Hey, human. I gotta tell you something really important, okay?"

Mammon had made up his mind to tell you then and there. However, now that he was right in front of you, now that he could see the way your expression seemed to glow in his presence, the way it made his heart beat so rapidly, he just... couldn't! "What's up?" You ask dumbly after a few moments of silence. He bit his lip for a moment before sighing. "Uh... Actually, I'll tell ya later. I just remembered I had to go do... Something, I'll cya around, MC." Then, he scurried, leaving you standing there all dumbfounded.

Curse his lack of bravery!

You were just so perfect, he couldn't bare the thought of you rejecting him.

His thoughts were swarming his brain. Thoughts of you. He would think often about how your hands would feel caressing his cheek. How soft your lips would feel against his. How tight your pussy would feel around his cock.

That last bit was, by far, the most popular thought in his head. He'd think about it when he had his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking and bucking his hips into his fist.

He'd imagine you underneath him, moaning and writhing while getting pounded into. The thought of you in such a fucked out state was just so delicious. He wanted you. No, he needed you.

But he still couldn't muster up the courage to tell you how he felt. So, he just settled for the next best thing.

Your panties.

When it was his turn to do laundry for the House of Lamentation's residents, he found a pair of white panties stained at the crotch. He lifted them up a bit closer for inspection and caught a whiff of the scent the pair of panties was emitting.

Your scent, your juices.

Your cum.

It was your cum.

Immediately, he felt himself hunch forward, clutching the nearly drenched panties in his fist as he slammed the door to the laundry room shut. He took a moment to process, a dark blush dusting his face as he held your panties in his shaking hand.

Mammon swallowed the lump of saliva he felt pooling in his mouth, staring at the crotch of your underwear, feeling his pants becoming a little too tight. "Fuck," He muttered out, quickly moving to undo his belt, sloppily pushing down his pants below his crotch, reaching into his boxers and pulling out his cock. Immediately, he started pumping himself, desperation evident when he started to buck his hips into his hand.

He caught another wiff of your scent and groaned, hunching over as he pressed his back against the wall. "MC," He moaned out, loving the way your name sounded rolling off of his tongue. He imagined you calling his name as well.

Whining and writhing underneath him as he pushed your legs apart.

"Fuck, fuckfuckfuck." He slammed his fist against the door, keeping his glazed eyes on your underwear. He imagined entering you. Your warmth would welcome him inside of your pussy and your walls would clench.

If only he had your warmth around him.

Flinching, his gaze shifted over to the clenched fist that was pressing against the door, your white panties being squeezed in his grip. He moved his hand, adjusting the pair of panties so the crotch was easily accessible, pushing it against the tip of his cock.

Mammon hissed when he felt your juices push against him, shuddering at the feeling. You must've put your dirty laundry basket in the laundry room the same day you masturbated. It was still relatively warm, and that was enough to make him imagine how your pussy would feel.

Wrapping your wet panties around his cock, he started bucking his hips, grinding himself against the crotch. He let out small pants and groans at the feeling, his hips beginning to stutter as he felt a knot begin to tighten in his lower stomach.

So good, so good.

He closed his hazy eyes, imagining how you'd start to squirm beneath him as he pounded into you, whining and crying out that you were close to an orgasm. "MC, fuck, baby, you're so fucking good for me," He hissed out. His hips never stopped bucking into your panties. Precum started oozing out of the tip of his cock, and he was smearing it against your underwear. "All mine," He murmured out softly.

The second-born clenched his teeth as his hand gripped the door knob, feeling the knot in his stomach tighten even more. The warmth that your panties provided, the visual in his head, and the sound that he'd imagine you'd made when you came; a mix between a whimper and a moan. It was enough to make his eyes go wide, a stuttered groan escaping his lips as he hunched forward a little.

Thick white ropes shot out of the tip of his cock, landing ontop of the juices that had already stained your panties. He inhaled sharply, covering his mouth as if to save whatever dignity he had left.

Slowly coming down from his high, Mammon panted heavily into his palm, a cheeks red, and vision still blurry from his orgasm. It made him wonder how hard he'd cum if you were there. If it was you wrapped around his cock instead of your panties.

But he'd take what he can get, he wasn't too picky when it came to you.

That's why he started stealing your panties, among other things. When your underwear wasn't enough, small trinkets and pieces of jewelry would go missing, only to be replaced by the Avatar of Greed himself. He loved to see the smile on your face as you looked at him, he loved to hear you thank him for gifting you such things.

You were so cute.

Too cute for your own good.

You mean so much to him. Too much for him to let you go.

He doesn't want you to leave. Ever.

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Your eyes were always something he admired. He loved staring and getting lost in your gaze, trying to determine exactly which shade of which color painted your irises. He especially loved it when both of you got lost in the others' gaze. Inevitably, one of you would blush and look away.

What he hated was the way you looked at him right now.

Fear was present in your eyes. Tears started to gather on your lower lash line as your bottom lip trembled. "Mammon?"

Normally, he loved it when you said his name. It was like music to his ears, sweet like honey. However, this time, he flinched at the hesitation in your voice.

Of course, he couldn't blame you for being scared.

You'd been waiting in his room, unbeknownst to the white-haired demon, and he walked into his room covered in blood. That, and the horror that was the bloody bags you found in his closet.

His movements were quick. In the blink of an eye, he stood before you, slamming the door shut. He towered over you, the almost-dried blood that had been splattered all over his body was now right in your face. Leather black wings lifted and caged you into the corner by the closet, the leather on his body, as well as his horns becoming more apparent the more you took in his figure. "Ain't anyone taught ya not to go snoopin' around in other people's shit?"

You flinched at his tone. He seemed angry. That's when a tear fell. "Mammon, what the hell was that?" You ask, voice trembling along with your body. The demon before you was in no better state. He was panicking on the inside, trying desperately to form an explanation in his head. This caused him to stare intensely at you, eyes bloodshot, bat-like wings flapping gently beside you.

"S'just some of the trash that bothered ya, Treasure." Mammon's voice shifted from frightening to sweet, a huge contrast to his bloodied and demonic appearance. The new nickname made you shiver. Under other circumstances, you would've loved the fact that he'd given you a nickname, but you were too terrified. The nickname sounded so wrong to you. So twisted. "Most of them either acted out of line around ya, but some actually thought they had a chance!" He smiled, letting out a huff of amusement. "As if those lesser demons had the right to even look in your direction." He took a step forward, and you took a step back, your back now pressed against the wall.

This made Mammon frown a bit, bat wings flapping in slight irritation and confusion. "Why're ya backin' away from me, Treasure? I thought that... I thought that you'd be happy to know that they're gone," One hand pressed against the wall behind you while the other made it's way to your hip. "Aren't ya happy that they're not in our way anymore?" He tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear.

"Our?" You repeated. "What are you talking about our, Mammon?" He sighed, the hand on your hip traveling down to caress your thigh. "Us, Treasure. Our relationship, our love."

You closed your eyes tightly when he leaned in, lips brushing against your cheek as his voice dropped in volume. "Don't you love me, MC?" He asked softly, feigning an almost hurt voice.

You allowed a few more tears to fall as you pressed your palms against his chest. While it was true, you did love him very deeply, you just couldn't condone this. You weren't okay with this! Killing people for someone else isn't love!

Right?

"Mammon, you can't... You don't do this kind of thing for love," You said, hands trembling against him. His hand moved from the wall to grasp yours, clenching your fingers tight as he let a shiver run down his spine. He let out a deep sigh in bliss, feeling his cock twitch in his pants from your touch. "MC, Treasure, I love ya. I love ya so much." He then gripped your wrist, pushing your hand downward.

You flinched when your hand reached the bulge in his pants, fingers gently tracing the outline of his cock. "Baby, look at what ya do to me." He softly breathed out, turning your hand to push your palm against his hard on, his other hand gripping your thigh as he started bucking his hips into your hand. "MC, I love ya. I just wanted to make ya feel better," He looked down at you, the hand squeezing your thigh being used to lift up your chin so your eyes could meet his. "I got rid of the trash that was botherin' ya, babe."

You shook your head, trying to pull your hand away from his pants. Mammon's grip only tightened, an odd feeling beginning to pool in your gut. "Mammon, this isn't how you- Mmh!" He cut you off, leaning forward to capture your lips in a kiss. Your lips were so soft, he couldn't hold back the moan that escaped him as he started moving his lips against yours. His teeth started nibbling your bottom lip to ask for entry. When you tried to pull away from him, he let out a scoff, the hand that was on your chin moving to slap your thigh.

You opened your mouth to let out a gasp, only for Mammon's tongue to invade your mouth. He bucked his hips into your hand once more, his tongue exploring your mouth and burning your taste into his memory.

He moved his hands, pulling away from the heated kiss so his lust-filled eyes could meet yours. "That's right... I guess I should be showin' ya how much ya mean to me in other ways, huh?"

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Mammon had pushed you onto his bed, climbing on top of you and capturing your lips in another hot kiss as he started to tug your clothes off. He was truly a being of pure greed, he couldn't get enough of you. He wanted more. And he wanted more now.

You pulled away as soon as you felt your breasts come into contact with the rather chilly air and threw your arms over your chest. "Mammon, wait, please! I don't want this!" You whimpered, tears beginning to stain your cheeks.

Mammon leaned in, one hand hooking around your skirt as he kissed you on the forehead. "But you love me, don't you, MC? I'll treat ya right, I promise." He brought a hand up to gently grasp your wrist, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "I love ya so much, MC. Everything I do's for you, Treasure. The way I feel about ya, it makes me do crazy things," He murmured softly against your hand. "Please don't deny me."

His tone of voice made you think that maybe he was telling the truth, that maybe he did love you deeply, and that was why he went so far. Maybe this wasn't so bad.

No!

You snapped out of your hazy love-drunk mindset, realizing that the now-dried blood was still splattered all over him. It was someone else's blood. Maybe they were innocent! Well, they weren't if they were down here, but still! They didn't do anything to warrant such acts of violence.

With a swift motion, he yanked down your RAD skirt and panties, eyes shifting down to catch a glimpse of you. You tried to close your legs, but Mammon had managed to catch both of your plush thighs in his grip, pulling them apart and closer to him. Your ass was now on his lap, and your pussy was closer to his waist. He smiled at you, almost tauntingly. "None of that, baby," He pulled you closer to him, your pussy now a few mere inches from his face. Mammon took in the sweet aroma you gave off, letting out a deep sigh in bliss. This was so much better than your panties.

Suddenly, the pact mark on the back of your hand glowed a bright yellow. "Mammon, sto-"

He was faster.

Before you could finish your command, Mammon had torn a piece of fabric from your teal RAD under-blouse, pushing it against your lips to silence you. "Naughty girl." His voice dropped an octave as he glared at you. You had practically been folding in half with how close your knees were to your shoulders. The Avatar of Greed then adjusted the fabric in your mouth, pulling on the sides and tying it in a tight knot around your mouth. "I didn't want to gag ya, sweetheart," He cooed, shifting himself into his former position: where your pussy was a few inches from his mouth and your thighs were in his hands. "But ya just had to be such a brat. Playin' hard to get can get annoyin', ya know that?" His tongue lulled out of his mouth. He maintained eye contact with you as he lowered his face, dipping his tongue into your sopping heat and tracing the line of your slit. You moaned into the makeshift gag, arms trembling as one hand gripped the sheets, the other reaching behind your head to try and untie the gag.

Mammon flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves that rested above your slit, smiling at the way you squirmed and whined. You knew this was wrong. He was a demon, and you were okay with that, but now you found out that he was a killer as well? No, you couldn't be okay with this. You shouldn't be okay with this.

But it feels so good.

You threw your head back and let out a muffled cry as his mouth latched on to your opening, thrusting his tongue into your heat. Your walls clenched around his tongue, and he let out a moan in response. He wondered how tight you'd be around his cock if you were this tight around his tongue. It made him think that perhaps you hadn't had anything inside of this pretty little hole of yours.

Wait.

Mammon pulled away from your pussy, a mix of his saliva and your juices dribbling down his chin. "MC, are you a virgin?" He asked softly, gold and blue eyes piercing through yours.

You looked up at him through tear-filled eyes and nodded your head slowly. The sound of wings flapping rapidly filled your ears, which made your eyes screw shut.

He'd be the first to touch you, the first to defile you. He was your first demon, now he'll truly be your first man. "Oh, Treasure." He lowered your body almost completely onto the bed, and your eyes shot wide open when you heard him fumbling with his belt.

You looked down to see his cock, flushed and hard, resting on top of your crotch.

He was huge.

Where he sat between your legs, his cock reached just above your navel. "M'sorry," He said softly, grasping his cock and stroking it a few times. "I can't wait any longer, Treasure. I have to have you before anyone else can."

You froze for a moment, realizing what he meant. You should've shaken your head or done something to deny him, to stop him.

But you didn't want to stop. You wanted to keep going. You wanted him to ravish your pussy, love you until he withers away. You pushed your head against the pillow, lifting your hands to grip the sheets beside your head, and spreading your legs open a little more.

"That's my girl," He cooed, pressing the blunt tip of his cock against your hole. You closed your eyes once more, trying to concentrate on breathing as he pushed himself into you. He was slow and sweet, pressing kisses to your neck. "Calm down, Treasure, I don't wanna hurt ya." His voice, so soft, so sweet, made you forget completely about why you were so against this at first.

Mammon grunted at how tight you were, his eyes glazed over. He was trying so hard to hold himself back. You were just so fucking tight. He let out a shaky breath, one hand going down to caress your thigh. "Loosen up, Doll," He cooed once more, clenching his teeth. He was so close to bottoming out, but your hole continued to deny him.

Tears had fallen down your face, staining your cheeks and the fabric that gagged you. You were in an entire different state of mind. The stretch hurt, but knowing that it was Mammon stretching out your cunt made your body feel more at ease.

When he shoved the last few inches of his cock inside of you, you couldn't hold back the muffled wail that escaped your throat. Finally, he was sheathed inside of you. His balls were rested against your plush thighs, and his tip pushed against your cervix.

"Fuck!" Mammon grunted out, burying his face into the crook of your neck. Your chest rose and fell as your breathing quickened. You tried so hard to focus on breathing, focus on calming down so it'd be less uncomfortable for you.

Mammon stilled, and you took that as a sign of him waiting for you to signal him to move. He wanted to take off the gag and hear your beautiful moans, but he couldn't risk you using your pact to stop him. He couldn't risk losing the chance to share his love with you.

While he was in his own head, he failed to notice your squirms and whines, replacing the pleas that you'd let out if you weren't gagged. However, his lack of movement made you impatient, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding the tip of his cock against your the spot that made you see stars. Mammon's breathing hitched, immediately gripping your hips with his hands and looking up at you with a shocked expression.

Then, the surprised look turned into a smug one. "Just can't get enough'a me, can ya?" He teased, dragging his hips backward. You could feel him moving and thought he was pulling out of you. You were about to whine in protest, but you got the air knocked out of your lungs as he slammed into you, his cock pushing roughly against that same exact spot. He started thrusting into you, looking down at your pussy to see how well it swallows his cock, as well as how much of your juices can be seen (and heard). "You're like a waterfall down there, MC. I knew ya loved me, I knew it! All those demons weren't a waste of time after all!" He exclaimed excitedly, picking up the pace to align with the hype of his voice.

Your eyes rolled back as you felt him repeatedly pound into you, balls slapping against the plush of your thighs at his deep and quick thrusts. "So good! So good for me, baby," He threw his head back, letting out a groan as he felt you squeezing the hell out of his length.

Suddenly, he pulled the fabric from your lips so it rested around your neck. "Mammon!" You cried out immediately. He only grunted in response and grabbed the back of your thighs, pushing them up toward you so your knees were inches from your shoulders. "Fuck, Treasure, so— mMmh!— T-Tight!" He huffed out, mind feeling a bit hazy.

All he could think of was you. How much he loved you, how much he wanted to be with you. He wanted so badly for you to love him too. Now that he had you, now that he deflowered you, the Avatar of Greed couldn't stop there. He wanted more. And, in his sin, will he indulge.

If he got you pregnant, you wouldn't leave. You'd be attached to him no matter what.

The thought made his cock twitch and his hips stutter for a moment before regaining a rhythm, albeit faster than the one he'd adopted prior.

"M'gonna make sure—" He adjusted your legs in his grip— "You never even think 'bout leavin' me!" Mammon growled out, feeling the familiar knot in his lower abdomen beginning to form. By the way your walls were clenching so tightly around him, he could tell that you were almost at your peak too. "Gonna make you a mama," He purred out, rocking his hips into yours.

Your eyes widened at this, gripping the sheets even harder as you cried out. "Mammon! P-Pull o-out!" Your whimpers fell upon deaf ears. That, or ears that only heard what they wanted to. "You wanna have my baby, MC? Hm?" He asked, voice as sweet as vanilla, thrusts as sharp and hard as a blade. "Can't wait to—" He hissed as your walls constricted around him once more— "See the look on their faces! When they see you," Mammon chuckled darkly at the thought, greed, love, and obsession overwhelming his senses. "They'll see that you're all mine! I'll kill whoever gets in the way or disagrees! You're mine, MC!" One final thrust to that sweet spot of yours and you cum hard with a cry of his name, legs trembling in his grip.

Mammon couldn't stop. He couldn't stop going until he filled you up, painted your walls with his seed, and permanently intertwined your fates. "Mine! Mine, mine, mine! All mine! Only mine!" He growled out, burying himself deep into the warmth of your cunt and spilling his seed inside of you. He let out a lewd groan, rocking his hips gently to ride out his orgasm as much as possible.

Once the both of you came down from your highs, he pulled out of you, pressing small kisses to your tear-stained face. He lowered your legs to put you in a more comfortable position, wings and horns fading away as he pulled you flush to his chest.

In your exhausted state, you weren't able to think properly. "I t-told you... To... What if I... Get..." You muttered out, eyelids feeling heavy.

Mammon pressed a soft and warm kiss to your lips, one filled with love and care. "Shhh, sleep, Treasure. Ya did so good for me."

Maybe it was the way his words were sweet and stuck to you like honey. Maybe it was the way that he expressed so many times during this exchange that he truly did love you.

Whatever it was, there wasn't a doubt in your mind that the Avatar of Greed wanted you out of everything else in the world. Every valuable item, every treasure to be found, all he'd be willing to give up just for you.

He'd give for you, but he'd also take for you.

The lives of the demons he'd taken so far couldn't be ignored. At least, you shouldn't have ignored it. But he did it all for you. All because he just wanted you to notice him, to love him, and only him.

Eventually, you'd become accustomed to the blood on his clothes, the protectiveness, the obsession with keeping you close to him even though you never planned on leaving.

You didn't need anything else. You didn't want anything else.

All you needed was your first man.

This was fun to write, I hope you greedy-boi lovers enjoyed this!

My friend looked at the tags over my shoulder and said "Why are you like this?"

Thanks for requesting, I hope you enjoyed this, anon!

#obey me mc #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me yandere #obey me yandere mammon #obey me swd #obey me mammon x mc #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon x you #mammon obey me #obey me mammon smut #mammon smut #yandere mammon

[blakeswritingimagines]

Yandere Aemond, who accidentally gets your sister instead

"Y/n should have been mine. She was destined to be mine. I had envisioned a perfect future together, one where we flew atop our dragons and ruled the world. But that was all taken away from me. All of it, gone. Now all I have are her sister. A replacement. Second pick. A consolation prize. How dare she do this to me. She dares to bring a weaker version of herself into my life and expect me to be happy. What was she thinking? I must get rid of her."

If/when he were to be with you he would make sure that you know exactly what your place is. He would make sure that you know that he is the man of the house and that you are only what he deems you to be. You'll serve him regardless of whatever he asks or how highborn you are, and that is the way it must be. He is the master of the household, and you must obey and follow. If he has something that he wants, you must provide it to him.

If all else fails, he would consider kidnapping you in order to force you to spend your time with him. After all, the obsession would be so strong, that he could not see any other option than that. This is only one scenario however.

If he were to have you replaced by your sister he would be very upset. In fact, he would likely act aggressively. This could range from merely ignoring the sister, to trying to hurt her physically. He might even try to eliminate the competition.

He does believe he loves you and he can be quite possessive of you, especially when he sees you talking to other boys. He's always afraid that you might give them more attention than you give to him. He has to remind himself that he is your one and only love, but when the jealousy gets to him, he can get to be a little bit unhinged and obsessed. It’s not something he's proud of, but it’s part of what makes him, him.

Because he has a very short temper and a habit of lashing out when he's angry. He can be very intimidating, and he doesn't like to be crossed. So if you ever do something to piss him off, well, let's just say you better be prepared to face the consequences.

I suppose he would be rather possessive and obsessive. He doesn’t take no for an answer and his love won’t allow him to accept an alternative like your sister. He would be quite persistent and would not give up until he got his way. His pride and his honor wouldn’t allow him to settle for seconds. If he couldn’t have the object of his affection then he would take no one else, and he would go to great length and lengths to ensure that. Perhaps he would even resort to drastic measures in the heat of the moment and in his passion.

If the sister continues to interfere, he might try and drive a wedge between his beloved and your sister. He might even resort to more violent methods to ensure you stay away from each other. It would have to be kept in secret, of course. He would not want you to be suspicious. He would also be sure to make you believe that you are his one and only.

Well, since your sister has arrived it would mean that you are no longer a special focus of his attention. He would likely begin to see this as an attack on him, on your "relationship", and on the way things were meant to be. His behavior might become more and more erratic. He would likely try to get you back by whatever means necessary.

If he wished to capture your attention "again", he would likely resort to more direct, but also more subtle, methods. By this, I mean he would do his best to impress you with his talents, and also try to engage you in some of your favorite activities. He would also do his best to look his best for you, since a good appearance can go a long way in catching someone’s attention. However, he would also be sure to be mysterious and elusive when needed.

It would be most vexing. If the sister continued to attempt to get his attention he would make it clear to her in no uncertain terms that he has no interest in her. He would likely ignore her as much as possible and make sure to give you more attention than ever. He would also try to keep them as far apart from each other as he possibly could. That way, your sister would hopefully learn her place.

If your sister kept trying to be with him, he would likely try to reject her at first. Hopefully, this would give you the opportunity to see what he is to you. But if this fails, he would have no choice but to eliminate the competition. It would be for you, of course.

He is not attracted to your sister, his primary goal is to obtain his beloved. He would never be content with someone else, you are the only person he wants. No one else can measure up. He would continue to focus all his efforts on winning you over. And if your sister continues to interfere, his actions may become more drastic.

It would make the situation a bit tricky if you felt you were nothing amazing compared to your sisters. If you think that you are nothing special then his own jealousy and possessiveness might not be enough to change your mind. He might try to build your confidence up, while also emphasizing the importance of your relationship and how much he values having you with him. He could compliment you and boost your self-esteem, while also making you feel that you are more special to him than anyone else.

His family would likely be concerned about his obsession. They would be concerned about him acting out and hurting you and your sister. They would likely try and intervene and get him to let you go or stop hurting you. However, he would be hard pressed to listen to them. He cares about no one but his love.

If/when he finally got you he would do all he can to possess you. You would be his, and his alone. You would not have the option of going anywhere or doing anything without his permission. He would want you to be with him 24/7. He would make you entirely dependent on him.

He would want you to be married to him, and no one else. And he would want you to have his children and no one else’s. It would be a way of keeping you by his side and tied to him by the closest bond. Children would also serve to make you more dependent on him.

It is not something that he would wish to do. He feels it goes against his code of honor and his "chivalrous" nature. He would never want to stoop to such a level. However, if the alternative is never marrying you and having children, he may not have a choice but to force himself on you and make sure you will in fact be his. It is a decision that he would have to make.

If he were to force you into marriage with him he would make sure it is no small or quiet affair. It would be a grand ceremony. Invitations would be sent to all the great lords of Westeros. He would want to show the realm that you and he were married and that he would keep a firm grip on you. He would want to impress the realm with his love and authority. He would make sure you knew who’s royal and in power because of him, that you belonged to him.

If you are in his possession, who is to say that he cannot do what he wants? Of course he would still treat you with respect and honor you to the best of his abilities. However, you would be a prize to be proud of. You would not be free to go where you please, when you please, without his say so. He would never give you to another. He would never let you get away. He would fight tooth and nail to protect what is his.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #hotd aemond #house of the dragon #tw yandere #yandere #yandere aemond targaryen #yandere aemond x reader #thank you to the anon that requested this!

[jojos-bizarre-imagines]

am i missing something cuz i don’t see how any of the obey me characters are remotely yanderes… the game i play goes like

[insert whatever character]: mc i’m the only one for you right? d-do you want to blow bubbles together later? m-maybe even get s-snow cones?

mc: *making out with someone else in front of them* i am cheating on you with 10 other men

[insert whatever character]: aww shucks ok :( my turn soon maybe?

and they might have like one possessive episode then realize they are in the wrong and don’t want to upset mc. they are reply guys. ashfur warrior cats is more of a yandere

#obey me

[admirxation]

Broken Locks | Part 3

𓆩♡𓆪┆other parts: part one | part two | part four | part five

𓆩♡𓆪┆pairing: las plagas! yandere! re4! leon s. kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

𓆩♡𓆪┆summary: Leon has managed to “punish” the reader into having feelings for him, while she knows this is wrong, the part of her brain wanting to give in is slowly taking over her mentality.

𓆩♡𓆪┆word count: 2.3k

𓆩♡𓆪┆disclaimer: this is a work of fiction! i do not condone everything i write, my writing doesn’t reflect all my morals. if any of the following warnings trigger or make you feel uncomfortable, scroll away; you are in charge of what content you’re consuming. this is 18+ only, minors are strongly advised not to interact.

𓆩♡𓆪┆warnings: nsfw 18+, mdni. female anatomy and she/her pronouns used for reader. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. Noncon, kidnapping, traumatic memories, knife play, injury (f receiving), oral (f receiving), fingering, f strips in front of m, forced pregnancy/motherhood & Stockholm syndrome.

𓆩♡𓆪┆note: parts of the story that are bold and in italics is a flashback before anyone gets confused <3

Chapter three: my possession

These conditions were inhumane, dehumanising, something out of a horror novel, and you wished it was just a story; wishing what you were going through would just be something you could close and forget about, but no, you were currently enduring a never-ending story of entrapment and fear.

Nights were getting worse, your freedom being withered a long time ago but your yearning to be let go grew stronger with every second Leon possessed your body — objectifying it for his own gaze to treat you like a toy that only he could touch.

You couldn’t do anything with Leon’s eyes watching or trapping and limiting your movement; he wouldn’t let you shower without him watching, no privacy when you dressed, and every single night he would sleep next to you and have his arm around you all night. When he was sound asleep you would never challenge and take chances; he had already shown you plenty of reasons to not challenge, so you laid there and cried yourself to sleep, hearing his shallow breaths linger down your spine and keep you cold and fearful.

Leon knew you weren’t happy with these conditions, but he didn’t want anything to change, so he tried to win your love. Every single time he would punish you for trying to escape, talking back to him, or not obeying his every demand — he would give you a gift that any woman would be head over heels for. Last time it was all the skin care you could want, then it was new pyjamas, then cakes from a bakery; you hated yourself every time you gave him a smile and hugged him, no one had ever bought things like this for you and you were aware of why Leon was doing this, but you couldn’t help but admire all these new things and how far Leon was going to impress you. But you weren’t totally won over, the memories of the punishments stained your mind, and it was getting harder and harder to not surrender to Leon completely and accept your fate.

You were sitting on your bed — your ankle still attached to the radiator — and was lifeless. No movement, staring at the blank wall, but while you looked emotionless on the outer peripheral, there was a storm of trauma and turmoil brewing in your mind, screaming for someone to just help you.

You were remembering what happened last night, the way Leon took you for his own and left you vandalised and violated; your head was spinning with constant memories, making a mark in the temporal lobe. You buried your head in your hands as your mind kept haunting you with Leon’s actions.

“No Leon, please stop!” you continuously exclaimed as Leon kept trying to mount himself on top of you, stopping your efforts to move your hands away from his to stop him from pinning you down and making you more vulnerable.

“Come on, I don’t like the chase,” pure venom was lingering in his words, he was sweet to you during the day and did everything he can but when his thirst came, he became a different person whose only aim was to take everything from you and discard you after — until he needed to be satisfied again.

You remembered the way his rough fingers tightened around your wrists, making you wince in pain with how hard he pressed his nails into your skin, making more markings of his “possession”. He ignored your pleas every single night; there was no point but there was that little part of your brain that wished he would recognise what he was doing was immoral, and have some compassion for you… But he never did, it was always the same.

A favourite thing he loved to do was scare you, not with just verbal threats, but physically threatening your life by pulling out a knife and using it to make you moan and cry in pain.

“Leon, please no, I’m begging you!” you only needed to see that godforsaken knife to know what he was going to do with it, it was the fear in your eyes which gave Leon a thrill, a glimmer of lust and sin clouding those previously innocent blue eyes.

“Speak when you’re spoken to,” he reached for the bedside table while holding onto your wrists with little to no effort, reaching for the ducktape to place around your mouth, “if you’re going to act like a brat… I’ll treat you like one,” your mouth was now covered and muffled screams were now protruding from your mouth; sadly, you knew these screams for help were futile.

Your fingers tightened into a fist as you recounted everything Leon had done to you, your eyes watering and your lip quivering as you tried to stop the flood of tears that were about to stream at any minute.

As Leon looked at your helpless state — tape around your mouth and wrists — he watched you tighten your thighs; he smirked, finding it amusing how you would always try, even though your efforts would constantly fail.

“You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you,” your eyes watered, “You know what’s going to happen… You act like a brat, you get a brat’s punishment,” he furrowed his eyebrows as you watched your body, putting his hands around either thigh and separating them, positioning himself in the middle of your legs.

You took a deep breath as you tried to accept what you knew was going to happen; you lived in a replay of life, a routine of violation and a lack of care. You closed your eyes as Leon watched you, needing you to satisfy his thirst and hunger; the parasite screamed and conquered his mind every time it needed you.

Leon glided the cold blade of his knife along your body, making you gasp when the freezing and sharp blade trickled down your skin. Leon was careful, starting at your throat and moving it down your breasts, stomach, and then your pussy. He flipped it around, then pressed the handle to your clit; with every ounce of your being you tried not to give in, but as always your body betrayed you and invited Leon with your pussy becoming wetter as the handle was caressed on your swollen clit and wet slit.

That night all started with your attempted escape, something you wish you never did after enduring the consequences of your actions. A few moments before Leon had taken your body, you had tried to remove the shackle permanently accessorised on you; you saw a sharp edge on the radiator, knowing it wasn’t going to do much but wanting to try anything to get you out of there. You pressed one chain interlink in a back-and-forth motion seeing some dust come off as you got lost in the thought of going to the police and alerting them of everything you had endured.

But he soon caught up with your plans.

You didn’t realise, but Leon had heard from downstairs, looking at you as he stood in the doorway.

“What are you doing?” your heart sunk to your stomach, goosebumps covering your skin as you paused in your tracks.

“I-I… Leon please, I won’t run I just need this off —” he cut you off, rushing over to you, grabbing you by the throat and pulling you onto the bed to punish you, “Leon please, please, please!”

“You’ve proved you cannot be trusted you fucking whore!”

Tears were streaming down your face now, but you could finally let your tears be free with Leon being gone to “pick some things up”; you were happy to finally have a bit of privacy to be vulnerable and emotional, even if it was limited.

You curled up into a ball of vulnerability, the pillow case being soaked with a puddle of your tears when the memories kept flashing; you couldn’t take it anymore, it was too much. What really ate at you was actually liking how Leon felt when he had his way with you; you hated how everything had to be on his terms, no longer having autonomy, but your body always invited him, getting wetter the more Leon would play with your figure.

“When are you going to realise you’re mine,” Leon said as he slipped his finger along your slit, a line of slick tracing on his index finger, enticing Leon to have a taste.

You stood there with no movement — frozen in time — but your body kept reacting to Leon. You squeezed your eyes shut as Leon slipped his tongue along your folds, your back arching as he circled the tip of his tongue around your swollen clit, smirking as he felt you getting wetter and your legs shaking as he quickened the pace. You kept trying to keep your moans in, grabbing fistfuls of the blanket and biting your lip to not encourage Leon anymore — but it was no use, your body wanted the ecstasy and excitement he was giving you, and you didn’t want to deny that feeling anymore. Leon then entered a finger inside your wet hole, causing you to release a moan while you were under his control; he inserted another, and another the more you opened up for him — he had you around his little finger now and there was nothing you could do about it.

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You couldn’t help but wonder if anyone cared if Derek actually contacted the police if Jill was wondering where you went; you wanted to believe that people cared and that there were search parties for you, but the little voice in your head was saying that you would be alone with Leon… Forever. This thought only made you cry even more; you shuffled in the bedsheets, not reacting when you saw Leon standing in the doorway, staring at your puffy and red eyes, curled up like a child.

“Oh sweetheart, there’s no need to cry, I’m here,” he walked closer to you, his fingers combing through your hair; you didn’t react, you had no energy to fight or say anything, waiting for whatever Leon would do. “I was thinking, how about I unlock that shackle, and run you a bath… Just promise you won’t run.”

You were excited by this, an actual moment you could get something and feel some sense of normality.

“I won’t… I learnt my lesson,” you said with a shallow breath.

“Good girl,” he kissed you on the cheek.

He unlocked the shackle, and the sound of the metal hitting the floorboard made exhilaration course through your body — but the desire to run was not there, you stayed put, knowing Leon was watching for any sudden movements or seeing if you looked at the door. He was pleased when he saw you just looked at him, waiting for him to give you permission.

You walked into the bathroom with him, seeing that Leon had run you a lovely warm bath; he put a bath bomb in, candles around the edge, helping you get undressed and get into the bath. You couldn’t help but love this side of Leon.

“Maybe I do have it good here, he cares for me,” you thought as you sat in the warm water, having Leon helping you get clean, rubbing the shampoo in your hair and having the water trickle down your skin. It felt amazing, but you couldn’t help but burst into tears, having your knees curl under your chin as you broke down, having Leon widen his eyes and wonder what he did.

“What’s wrong sweetheart,” he took a while until he spoke again, “If it’s about earlier, I’m sorry, I’ll protect you, I’m here for you… I just want you to realise that you won’t have to do anything but stay with me,” your tears started to calm down.

“Okay… I won’t leave,” you finally surrendered.

“Can you promise me one thing?” you looked over at him.

“Yes, Leon.”

“Please be the best mother you can be,” he placed a hand on your stomach, and your whole world collapsed there and then.

Those words circled around your head, making your body language and movements freeze, with no emotion in your eyes or facial expressions.

“I-I… I’m going to be a… mother,” you felt sick when the word “mother” came out of your mouth. You never thought about kids in great detail, and you hadn’t been with anyone to think of this topic in great detail, but you did know that this wasn’t the ideal situation to be a mother. To bear the child of your abuser… Who you were slowly getting attached to.

“Yes, darling,” he pulled a piece of paper out of his jean pocket, showing you the documents to confirm the pregnancy, you had no idea when Leon collected this data but his methods weren’t in the front of your thoughts at the moment; you were thinking about motherhood, how a human being was actually forming inside of you, and what Leon would be like as a father, thinking if you would get more freedom when you birthed the child.

“Please don’t punish me here but,” Leon looked at you with innocent eyes, the darker veins being faint, only visible when he was manhandling you in the bedroom, “Will I be able to walk around the house freely, I can’t stay in this room any longer,” you felt a lump in your throat as you spoke to him.

“Yes, you will have more freedom just don’t go —”

“I won’t… I’ve learnt my lesson… I’ll stay here.”

He stroked his hand through your hair: “That’s my girl, I love you,” you paused for a moment.

“…I love you too, Leon,” the words were difficult to come out, but it didn’t feel totally wrong to say, like it was almost natural and wanted.

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“I-I hope the next time you go away you’ll stay gone forever!”

Forcing your lower jaw not to drop any further, you called your son’s name. The sentiment was said with such malice too. It amazed you it even came from his mouth in the first place. Kimmy was such a kind and thoughtful little boy. You knew he missed his father but this couldn’t be a normal response. 

“That’s not very nice.”

Of course, Chrollo did what he does best. Antagonizing those weaker than him. Which is the worst kind of response to give to an upset kid. Kimmy puffed his cheeks and angrily used his fork to prick at the vegetables on his plate. He mumbled something with his cheeks filled but you caught it and you’re certain Chrollo did too.

“You don’t deserve anyone being nice.”

“Kimmy. Upstairs now.”

He almost looked shocked when you told him off but he obeyed, quickly shoving what he could in his mouth before putting his plate in the sink. When he looked over his shoulder at you his bottom lip quivered; you held firm even though it hurt.+ He dropped his head turning to the stairs, he made sure to glare at his father as he made his way up. Who in turn had a ghost of a smile on his face as he watched his child stomp up the steps.

When you heard the eventual slam, a muffled apology, and the softer reclosing of the door you let yourself breathe again. Holding your head in your hands you prepared yourself for the talk you needed to have. All too soon the clinking of a fork against ceramic was heard once again. Slowly taking your hands from your face you glared at the thief, who was continuing to eat. Letting out a groan you were once again reminded of why you considered Chrollo Lucilfer a deadbeat. Somehow you sympathized with your son.

“See? You set yourself up for this.”

“It’s a phase. A normal response for a kid his age.”

“A normal response? For the boy who used to celebrate you’re visiting more than his birthday? I don’t think so. ”

You stood up taking your unfinished plate with you as you went to the kitchen. Looking over at the food still on the plate in the sink. 

“What’s normal is for a teenager to express their anger this way, not a six-year-old.” 

You leaned on the counter waiting for him to turn and defend himself. Chrollo didn’t look up from his plate so you continued.

“Don’t you remember how excited he used to be to see you?”

“Of course, I remember.” He cleared his plate. “But I also remember reading that psychiatrist’s diagnosis. It was bound to happen.”

“Later.”

He silently stood up with the plate joining you in the kitchen, moving to wash the dishes in the sink. You glared at him to which he smiled, making you roll your eyes. Taking your plate with you, you headed up the stairs.

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“I saw that you ate all your veggies. I’m really proud of you bud.”

You spoke through the door, sitting with your back to it as you played with the food on your plate. Hearing nothing from the other side, you went on. 

“But you didn’t eat your cornbread.”

“‘M not hungry.”

Smiling to yourself. You leaned your head against the wooden door. 

“You sure? Then you’re too full to help me finish?”

You caught yourself as the door opened up, closing the door behind you. You joined Kimmy sitting on the floor leaning against the wall. Playfully bumping into him you handed over the muffin-shaped bread over to him while you busied yourself with the rest of your food. 

You two sat in silence each eating on your own. Finishing first, you quietly set your plate on the ground, turning to the boy beside you who was woefully looking at his unfinished bread. Letting your head lean onto his you waited for him to playfully push back letting a small smile come on his face. 

“What was that about bud?”

He hesitated twirling the bread around in his hands. 

“It’s just hard…for me.”

You scooped him into your lap hugging him tight as you kissed the top of his head. Tenderly wiggling your fingers in his black locks and squeezing him tight. He returned the hug holding onto your arms. 

“I know it is bud. But I’m here and I always will be.”

*Smek.*

*Smek.* *Smek.* *Smek.* *Smek.*

“Okay okay! I’m sorry for doing…that at dinner.”

“Thank you, mister. Now finish your cornbread, we have to get you ready for bed. You have school in the morning.”

“Okay!”

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The hollering and nonsensical cacophony of a children’s playground wasn’t music to many. But it was to Kimmy. For him it meant more than just time to play with the other kids, it was the perfect cover for information exchanges. 

“Hey, Kim-Kim do you want to play Cops n’ Robbers with us?”

“Sorry guys I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Oh…uh…right we’ll see you after recess.”

Kimmy couldn't help but smile as he dismissed himself back into the school building from the playground. Shaking his head, he had to come up with a better excuse. In all the comics he’s read the extras get suspicious after using the same excuse after a while. He’ll have to come up with something soon. 

“Oya Kimmy-chan you slipped away again. So naughty~”

Kimmy feigned guilt as he put his hands up.

“Uh oh, Mr. Morrow you caught me!”

Like clockwork, they both returned to the classroom where they’d have their secret meeting.

“So I heard he came back yesterday.” 

“Yeah, he even tried to win me back with the gifts just like you told me!”

Hisoka leaned his head on the back of his folded hands as he watched the little boy pace. His eyes resembled crescent moons as he smiled.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, and he was being really kissy with Mom! But I stopped it…or at least I tried to.”

His smile wavered.

“Tried to?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure when I went to bed they did more kissing! It was like no one was mad in the morning. She even hugged him before we left.”

“Hmmm.”

“I don’t know what to do. How can I get him to stay away if they still like each other so much?”

Hisoka held his chin as he pretended to think hard before lifting his finger at a grand idea. Kimmy listened expectantly.

“I have an idea. How about I become your Papa?”

Kimmy’s nose scrunched and his eyebrow raised. 

“Think about it he comes back because he’s your Papa if he weren’t you’re Papa anymore he would need to be with (Y/n).”

“T-that’s a great idea!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! I just have to convince Mom to marry you instead. It should work! They don’t even wear the ring anymore so maybe…”

The school bell rang. And it wasn’t long before the other children came pouring in. With a final look of confidence, Kimmy made his way back to his seat. Giddy with excitement, he was going to save his mom. Chase away the thieving monster that always came crawling back. 

“Alright class, does anyone know the traits of Bungee Gum?”

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“Hisoka we need to talk.” 

The chirping of birds and the distant sound of children’s laughter took away from your serious visage. Nonetheless, you kept your arms crossed and you’re tone leveled. In turn, your guest remained reclined against the park bench. 

“Oh? You didn’t come to simply spend time with me?”

“Haha very funny. Let’s go.” You silently ushered the teacher to the parking lot. Where your car awaits. Wasting no time at all he slid into your passenger seat and you into the driver’s. Turning out from the lot you made you’re way to a familiar cafe, one you both were expected guests of.

“Kimmy is at karate so we have time.” As if he didn’t already know.+

“Ah, I see. I take it you’re treating me then?”

You groaned but relented as you both walked into the building. Ordering your respective favorites you sat in your favorite booth, tucked away from the main floor. Allowing you to have some semblance of privacy.

“Look you know I appreciate you nurturing Kimmy, he doesn’t have many men in his life and it helps him a lot.”

“Well, I’m glad. I can be of help.” You didn’t bother to comment on the fakeness of that comment.

“Which is the only reason why I thought I should bring this up.” You took a pensive sip of your drink before starting,” So recently he’s been talking about me getting married again.”

“Oh?” “And to you of all people.”

“Oh really?”

His smile and eyes brought no comfort, nor did it convince you that this was some random revelation. But you had no evidence and it very well could be a new aspiration of your suddenly rowdy son. 

“Look, I just need you to tell him how that wouldn’t be a good idea.” 

“Why should I do that?” 

The gleeful smile was held up by his folded fingers. He tilted his head to the side maintaining his faux curiousity. Taking a nervous sip of your drink, you prepared for the lacking logic of a rebuttal he’d no doubt spearhead.

“Because it isn’t right. He doesn’t understand relationships well enough to have any say.”

“Then why be bothered at all?”

You groaned,” Because it’s unbecoming of a kid to claim your his father for no other reason than petty revenge.”

“Revenge? Again, who?” 

You clicked your tongue in annoyance as you focused on the wooden grooves of the cafe’s table. You weren’t planning on informing him of the state of your home, knowing Hisoka he’d be the first to pounce on the mess that had sprouted suddenly. To play with the shambles of the family you were in. You didn’t need that.

“None of your business.” You paused when his eyes stopped smiling. “Look, just tell him you’ve got a girlfriend or something…there’s Illumi isn’t there?”

He hid a snicker behind his hand before taking a long drag of his fruity drink. Putting a wistful hand on his cheek he watches you’re fluster at his silence. The lighting does no favors for anyone but under the warm lighting, you still glowed. 

To so kindly ask him was the equivalent of reasoning with a hunting lion. He’d already decided he’d enjoy inserting himself into your little home. As small and as unconventional as it was you all were thriving. But Hisoka wouldn’t call a spider’s infestation the trait of a blooming household and he’d enjoy wiping out the infestation.

“Ah, that is true.” 

The perimeter was set. A line of traps waiting for the floating arachnid who failed to see the skeleton of a gorgeous life. Too focused on weaving their webs in the next treasure trove; he’d lose them both before he even realized. 

“Hey, after this you want to go to the aquarium with me and Kimmy?”

“I’d love to~! But wouldn’t it be right to ask my girlfriend if that’s alright?”

“Please, he’d sooner smile than actually attend.”

“Want to bet?” 

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The sound of glass cracking broke the hacker’s attention, only for a minute though. Looking in the reflection of his bright screen he watched his leader and friend destroy the newest model of phone.

“Another one? Leader?” 

It didn’t bother him. The troupe he was a part of had collected over ten shipments of them seven of which we’re going to a client. He only hoped to ease the fury that would no doubt be dictating their actions for the next month. 

Chrollo didn’t respond. 

A foreboding sign. 

So Shalnark had to guess. Was the next heist leaked? The loss of a client? Or was it–?

“(Y/n) and Kimmy.”

The names were familiar but heavy on his tongue. Not because he was scared of them but for whatever reason lies stung the most when reporting to you two. Was it their embodiment of homeliness? Or the sweet warmth that spread just being around you two? 

“My eyes were sniped.”

Chrollo wasn’t actually saying his eyes were gone. It was his contact. Employed solely for the purpose of watching the wife and children of one of the most notorious thieving leaders. They were gone. 

“Any suspects?”

He was already accessing the satellite CCTV of the town and home of his leader’s spouse. Only to find a formidable firewall identical to that of government intelligence. A convincing copy but the attempt to shut him out wouldn’t be met without a persistent onslaught from this day forward.

“Whoever they are, they work quickly.”

Speaking to the leader who was staring intensely at the pop-up from over his shoulder. The lack of response only promised that Chrollo’s fury would not cease anytime soon. 

“Guess we’ll be going back home soon.”

“Yup!”

Shalnark was prepared for the coming bloodshed.  

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yandere obey me x popular m!reader headcanons

|| cw : DEAD DOVE - DO NOT EAT, mentions of stalking, gaslighting, manipulation, taking advantage of the reader

» manager’s note: this was requested by a very sweet anon through my DMs, thank you so so much anon~ hope this meets your expectations and i hope everyone enjoys this fic too! stay safe, drink lots of water, take care <33

|| never had an interest; may have even thought of you as some-sort of troublemaker. has always shrug you off whenever you would bother them with unnecessary small-talk during sudden encounters; but, as they start getting a closer look at you; maybe you both were forced into a group project or had business to settle till a certain date; whichever it was, it seems like their interest has been peaked.

|| they start to adore your talkative nature, sometimes even drowning in your eyes as you spoke, their smile growing larger the longer your rambles went on. your cheerfulness and charisma is like their coffee, just seeing your smile early in the mornings fill them up with so much energy that they could take on anything throughout the day. probably has purposefully stalked you from a distance, but its never obvious, it would just look like they were just ‘passing by’.

|| may or may not have slipped little letters or poems of their affection into your lockers sometimes even a little.. ‘gift’ alongside it. oh, it’s nothing serious, just maybe a loose finger from someone that had gotten a little too close to you the last time they saw you during free period. don’t worry, they aren’t hurt too bad.. they just won’t be coming to campus for the rest of the week... maybe they won’t even return... what can they say? that nuisance deserved it, how dare they take your obvious platonic gestures and touches as an invitation... oh no no no... you were being how you always were.. friendly <3

⇒ lucifer, barbatos, satan, raphael

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|| it was love at first sight; either it be your beauty or your personality. can barely even be within a radius around you, let alone hold your stare when you finally noticed them and decided to give them a gesturing wave to come over. definitely worships the ground you walk on; they just see you as an angel that had descended from the heavens to bless them in all your glory. stalks you 101%; has followed you home and took some of your stuff to either display in their shrine of you or too do very very unholy stuff to them-

|| be friending them is just making your case worse for yourself. they see your friendship as an approval of the relationship between the both of you, which means they have your consent to do whatever they want to you. it starts off small, such as, accidentally grazing your skin when walking pass you or not knowing they had placed their hand on your lap, subtle romantic gestures that they thought would have set the record straight but i guess you were too pure to recognize their sinful ways

|| gestures grow more intense, more.. uncomfortable; so disturbing in fact, that your friends would have questioned your relationship with them. of course, they weren’t happy to find out that those bastards had told you stuff like ‘stop hanging out with them’, ‘i knew they were a creep from the beginning’ blah blah B L A H... but it’s alright, they’ve dealt with your idiotic friends, and now they won’t bother you both anymore... in fact why don’t you and them get together already? it’s not like you have anyone else... right?

⇒ amos, simeon, belphie, mephistopheles, levi

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|| were actually your friends — people you vibed with and deliberately started hanging out with. they’re initial feelings for you were mutual; they treated you almost like a brother; but... all of a sudden; one day, at a certain time; something clicked in that little brain of theirs, systems had overridden itself, overloading with emotions they never thought was physically possible

|| doesn’t really have to do anything unsavory like stalking, why do that when they literally can ask to hang out with you whenever they like; why need to steal your stuff when they can just borrow them, though you might never see said item ever again or maybe you will but... it might have some heavy signs of use on it- despite all this, this doesn’t 100% remove the possibility of them not doing the actions listed above but with you befriending them for quite some time, it does help them make great excuses for why they were coincidentally at said place doing whatever the fuck: “...i’m taking a different route home”, “...this was yours?”, etc.

|| they crave your attention, so much so, that you barely even have any time in your schedule to hang out with anyone else but them. of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by your pals; some asking, some even demanding you to stop this nonsense at once only for you to yell back, claiming there’s nothing wrong with you spending any of your time with them. in fact, you think they might just be salty; they have been nothing but nice and sweet, they’ve only been taking up some of your time, right? there’s nothing wrong there... right? besides... your friends haven’t even paid you any mind, only they did...

⇒ beelzebub, mammon, thirteen

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|| they were someone you looked up to or a senior of yours, either way, you kinda adored them; sometimes even seeing them in a different light than others... and they take full advantage of that. group project? the teacher wouldn’t even bat an eye if they requested you to be paired with them, both experienced and a top scholar. have trouble with a certain course, not to fear, they would generously provide you with free tutoring; the only catch, you’ll have to see them weekly, no skipping unless you have a valid reason and no plus-one... only you and them... alone

|| clearly understands your status on campus, that’s why they like using your popularity and twisting it to their desires. they would request your friends make reports on you at all times; what were you doing, where you were, who were you with... everything to the finest detail. sometimes, they would even come find you personally, making up excuses to drag you out all alone with them to an empty classroom for a little chat... but wouldn’t this awake suspicion, why would it? they were of higher power within RAD no one would deny them of what they asked of them... not even you

|| the most likely to confess and most likely to be accepted by you; maybe they’re just confident in their ability to be able to charm you, or maybe they know you wouldn’t reject them, someone as reputable and well-known as them giving away their heart to you? wouldn’t that just blast your already high popularity through the roof? that and also.. all your other suitors probably haven’t seen the light of day since... there’s a reason why they collect reports on you... not just for surveillance... but also to mark up the names they would have to get rid of just to have you chose them.. only them 

⇒ solomon, diavolo

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Yandere!Harbingers having a celebrity darling

Request:Could i have yandere harbingers having a world wide famous celebrity reader whos like a model or an actor, would they still allow them to continue their career? Would they forcibly put an end to it? Which ones can be convinced? Thx!

One thing we have to consider is that while harbingers wield a lot of power, both political and physical, they still serve Tsaritsa and have to answer to her. The decision to kidnap/let Darling be free is not solely theirs to take, if Cryo archon decides that it's too risky and the consequence of your disappearance will be too dire for Snezhnaya, she will order them to stay put. Now yanderes would have to either obey her and stay in good graces or disobey, defect the Fatui and lose all the resources the organization has provided.

Tartaglia is conflicted about it. On one hand, you're so weak and frail, no match for a regular soldier, not to mention some opponents he has faced off in his life. He's well aware of how easy it is to kill someone, and he wants to protect you from that. On the other hand, Childe wants you to be seen with him, wants public to be aware that their darling celebrity is taken by none other than him.

He also wants you to introduce you to his family and it would be very hard to explain to them why he's engaged to the newly missing worldwide famous name.

If Tsaritsa would order him to stop his pursuit he would. It wouldn't be easy, but he would obey.

Arlecchino is hard to pin down. She is possessive, she gets jealous when she thinks of the way that other people look at you and she knows that she's not the only one to have lustful thoughts about you. It all drives her insane, and she wants to hide you away from the prying eyes, but her mind stops her.

She didn't make it to where she is now by being impulsive and while the urge to take you is there, she knows how hazardous attention can be and kidnapping you is nothing but asking for said kind of attention.

She also won't be seen with you in public, as she prefers to observe from the shadow, even if she wants to snap the necks of your fans most of the time.

Columbina entertains the thought of your kidnapping from time to time, yet doesn't plan on acting on it any time soon. Columbina knows how tiring and lonely it must be being a celebrity so she doesn't need to do much, but earn your trust and become your solace.

What Columbina will do is keep away some of your more obsessive fans - she doesn't like the exerting herself, but some things just need to be done, like ensuring that you're a little bit safer.

Sandrone is one of the more unpredictable yanderes, as even her colleagues have trouble discerning next moves. She might be seen agreeable and calm and ready to back off the second Tsaritsa even hints her displeasure at Sandrone's "courting", but still waters run deep and she's not new to the game of subterfuge.

She will look at you obsessively: pictures and videos taken with the fancy Fontaine cameras, listen to the recordings of your voice, consume allof that, until your picture is stuck carved inside her brain, and once it's done she will start creating.

Making a life-like doll is an arduous process, but Sandrone is one of, if not the most skilled puppeteer in Teyvat and it's not her first time. She will create the perfect replica of you, down to the minute detail, so much so, that even your closest people won't suspect the replacement.

Il Dottore is very much similar to Sandrone in this regard - he's hard to read and his motives are unclear. He's loyal to Tsaritsa as much as she's willing to fund his research, but that's about it.

Nonetheless, Zandik won't risk his positions and all that provides him, unless there's not much perks to being a Harbinger anymore, then he's ready to bolt and kidnap you on the way.

What Dottore will do otherwise is also similar to Sandrone, but while Sandrone willbe satisfied with one life-like copy of you, he will go further and decide to make more of you, all in different stages of life. Dottore's obsession is more clinical and detached - he wants to observe and examine you, like some insect under magnifying glass, so he will subject your clones to different scenarios going from mundane tasks to some extreme lifie-or-day situations.

He's also least likely to kidnap his Darling in this case, as the clones satisfy him for now.

Pantalone has cool head on his shoulders and even colder heart. He feels pangs of jealousy at the knowledge of others looking at you, but he won't act on them. He's a good businessman and is acutely aware of how destructive notoriety can be.

He won't kidnap you, or force you to be with him, not directly or right away anyway. He'll decide to become your benefactor, while sending some of his attendants and spies to sabotage your business deals.

Soon enough he will become your sole sponsor, which will give him the right to demand something more from you.

#yandere x reader #Yandere Childe #yandere arlecchino #Yandere Sandrone #Yandere Columbina #yandere tartaglia #Yandere Dottore #yandere male #yandere fatui #yandere female

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“ good ol’ bitch”

summary:

— after he brutally murdered your friends in front of your eyes for simply dis-obeying him, he throat fucks you. And you took it. Like the god ol’ bitch you are.

pairings:

— yandere! muzan x reader.

genre:

— smut and slight angst??

notes:

— female reader. Staring at my ceiling while bumping my playlist gave me this idea.

warning/s:

— cigarettes, throat fucking, dacryphilia kink, degrading, mentions of muzan brutally murdering your friends and mentions of blood.

a/n:

— this is my first fanfic — specifically smut.

Muzan moved the cigarette from his lips and exhaled the smoke from his mouth, looking down at you with disappointment. “ After all this time, you’ve only managed to make me cum one time without my help.” He huffed and tapped the cigarette making ash fall into the ashtray.

Your throat felt like it was on fire at this point, he’d throat fuck you and then let you try to make him cum without his help. You sobbed each time his dick would hit the back of your throat, but it only seemed to turn him on more. “ M- muzan, please. I can’t t-take no more…” You softly placed your hand on his thigh

“ Your right my dear, I’ll just force you too.” Suddenly he grabbed the back of your head and slammed your mouth and his hard cock. Once again.

Almost immediately he started bobbing your head up and down while thrusting into your mouth. Slobber and tears ran all the way down to your throat. You slapped his thighs repeatedly as a signal to stop.

Yeah, like that was gonna help. He really wouldn’t even if he wanted to. Muzan threw his head back letting out low groans of pleasure, running his gloved — now bare hand throughout his raven locks.

“ You’re so fucking pathetic, you just can’t do anything without me can ya, huh?” He chuckled loudly looking into your tear filled eyes. “ What a pathetic fuckin whore you are, sucking me off after I slaughtered your friends without a second thought.”

You tried to push away but he gripped your hair and curled it into his fist tightly. “ Aht, aht, aht. You wanted to be a disobedient bitch? This is your punishment.” You didn’t think it was possible but his eyes darken even more.

He pulled your mouth on his slimy hard cock and let his cum coat your face making it glisten, he released your hair pulling you on the ground away from him. You crawled away from him slipping on your friends blood and falling onto your back while sobbing a coughing.

He cleaned himself off, then you. Scooping you into his arms not paying attention to your crying, the moonlight tracing his gorgeous and sharp features. Looking down at you with a blank stare. He said.

“ Stop crying so much, you got what you wanted. And you took all of it.” He began to walk out the house with a sly smile

“ Like the good ol’ bitch you are.”

#demon slayer muzan #muzan smut #muzan x reader #muzan x y/n #muzan jackson #demon slayer #yandere #female reader

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Can you write a chapter 2 to And you left me! Maybe Y/N goes to Storm’s End with Luke and Aemond kills him, kidnaps Y/N to capital as prisonar and then Aegon marries to her. But now Y/N is unwilling to marry him because he stole her mother’s throne and his brother murdered her brother in front of her. She hates her husband and wants to return to her mother. (If you are uncomfortable about writing noncon it can be just angst for both of them. It doesn’t have to be smut or yandere thing. I just want to see real Aegon’s character more than HoTD. Because in the show they made him more innocent than he actually is.)

And You Left Me! Part 2 |Aegon Targaryen II x reader

Part 1

A/N: I’m not sure how well I did w this chapter cuz originally I wasn’t really planning on doing a part 2, so I’m not sure if I did it any justice, but I still hope u enjoy 💚

Warnings: Targ!Incest, Dub Con, 18+, Angst!, NSFW allusions but nothing explicit

“And yet, with his final breath, he whispered to me that you should take his place on the throne.” The queen insisted, tightening her grip.

“Only on one condition shall I obey” Aegon narrowed his gaze “I am to take Y/N Velaryon as my second wife like Aegon the Conqueror did. She is to be my queen”

-

“No” Rhaenyra tore the thin parchment and threw it at Otto’s feet “My answer is NO! I am not to sacrifice my only daughter, she is a woman betrothed and my treacherous brother is well aware of this predicament”

Y/N’s eyes burned from trying to hold back her tears, Aegon lied, of course he would do that, of course he would betray and usurp her mother. She should’ve never returned to King’s Landing, she should’ve never let her guard down in front of him, never allowed herself to get lost in those teary violet eyes again.

-

“You met up with him, didn’t you?!” Rhaenyra pulled at her daughter’s hand “What did I tell you all those years ago, don’t you remember why I had to take you away from there?!”

“M-mother…I…I’m sorry…I didn’t-”

“You’re such a naïve girl Y/N” she shook her head in disappointment “You think he really loves you, don’t you? He took away my birthright, your birthright and now he wants to take you, to corrupt you! I will not allow that!”

-

The blood curdling screams that the young princess let out as her sweet little brother was falling down to his demise, echoed through the storm. Y/N leapt from her beautiful silver dragon, hoping to soon meet the same fate, but strong arms were suddenly wrapped around her pulling her back.

“NO” she wept, trying to free herself from the firm grasp of her captor “Let me go!! You KILLED him!! Let me go, let me die!”

“Forgive me, dear niece, it is your king who shall get to choose your fate” those were the last words she heard, before the shock and grief slipped her mind into unconsciousness.

-

The princess winced as the cold wet rag was firmly pressed onto her forehead, bloodshot eyes fluttering open. It was hard to adjust to the bright light, streaming through the windows, had she too died? A piercing pain shot through her chest, memories flooding back into her head.

“Lucerys, NO! He killed him! He killed him” she jolted up as the screams were tearing through her chest “No, he’s gone! He’s gone, it should’ve been me!”

“Princess, princess, please, you’re still weak” the poor maid begged, desperately trying to restrain her as the doors bursted open.

“Out, everyone”

That voice, Y/N knew that voice, of course she did, the voice of that drunkard, silver haired imbecile that she had been cursed to love.

“Where is he?! Where’s my brother?!” She tried to get up groaning from the pain “He killed him, he killed him!!”

“Don’t get up, you’re still weak” Aegon grimaced, plopping himself beside on the bed.

“My mother was right! I was a stupid naïve girl” her voice echoed through the room as she scooted further away from his body “Usurper! Traitor! Take me home!!”

Aegon bit his lip, trying to ignore the hatred in her voice

“This is your home” he looked down then back into her eyes mumbling with a stern voice “With me”

“With you? WITH YOU?!” Y/N let out a pained laugh “Let. Me. Go.”

“NO” Aegon stood up, his pale finger pointed at her chest

“You will stay here! You will marry me, like you promised!”

“You’ve lost your mind” the princess shook her head in disbelief “After everything your family’s done, after everything you’ve done, NEVER…I’d rather burn”

“You WILL” flames burned through the young Targaryen’s eyes as he tightly gripped her arm, knuckles going white.

“I am your king!! You will obey me! You shall be my queen”

-

The following days melted away into each other and though the health of the young princess had improved, her heart had been shattered into million pieces.

The queen mother Alicent would often visit the feeble girl, trying to reason with her.

“You love my son Y/N, you always have, despite your mother, despite his despicable behavior, I know that”

“I did…” the princess’ words trailed off “now no more, that love is forever gone!”

“You know that’s not true,” Alicent scoffed. “You think I wanted to wed your grand sire? We’re women, we don’t get to choose our fate”

-

Aegon’s life wasn’t any different than usual, the unfortunate king, had spent the preceding days drinking himself into oblivion with the occasional visits to the pleasure houses yet his mind kept coming back to Y/N, ever since that night when he had drunkenly stumbled into her chambers, her face had been haunting his dreams. He wanted her to be his and she was going to be his no matter what.

-

Poor, sweet Helaena had come at dawn, thin pale fingers draping a cloak of emerald green with a delicate embroidery of gold around Y/N’s trembling frame.

“Hel…please, please help me, I want to go home…” her eyes glistened from the newly formed tears “Aegon is your husband, the father of your children…d-doesn’t this bother you?”

“An oath of the dragon is an oath of the flesh” the young queen’s voice quivered, her delicate face devoid of any emotion.

-

This wasn’t how her wedding day was meant to go, Y/N Velaryon the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, she was supposed to be happily wed to Cregan Stark, before the eyes of the gods, blessed by the hand of her mother. Yet there she stood, as the septon spoke their vows, her hands intertwined with those of the one her heart longed for but her mind despised.

“Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am hers, and she is mine, from this day, till the end of my days” Aegon’s words were slurred as a meager stench of wine lingered from his breath yet his eyes shone with twinkles of hope and desire.

“Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am his, and he is mine, from this day, till the end of my days”

The king’s calloused fingers felt rough against the skin of her cheek as he brought her face closer “My queen…you belong to me, only me” he snorted, crashing his chapped lips onto her plush ones as the hall erupted with cheers.

-

The feast was a brief affair, Aegon kept draining goblet after goblet while his left hand was clenched around Y/N’s wrist, violet eyes occasionally peering into her face.

“Aegon, slow down” she narrowed her gaze “You’ve drunk enough”

“Enough? Enough?!” the young Targaryen laughed “Oh my sweet niece, or should I say wife? Shan’t a man celebrate his union?!” his grip tightened, tugging her towards him as he raised his goblet “May the bedding ceremony begin!”

A veil of horror enveloped Y/N’s face as strong hands were mercilessly ripping through her lavish attire while her husband’s sneer echoed through the hall.

“Okay, that’s enough” Alicent scoffed, pulling the wine out of her son’s hand “Aegon, take your bride to your chambers, now!”

-

“Drink” the king sneered, handing her a goblet of wine as they were at last alone.

“Is this funny to you?!” Y/N’s eyebrows scrunched, a glimpse of disgust flashing through her eyes “Am I just a toy to you?!”

“You’re my wife, my sweet niece” Aegon’s gaze was now locked onto her face as if making sure that she won’t disappear at any moment “You’ll do your duty…you’ll give me an heir”

All blood drained from Y/N’s face, leaving her pale as a ghost “Y-you…you already have heirs”

“No, no, I don’t, not from you” his voice cracking as he took a step forward, his breath warm on her supple skin

“I want a child from you, from my queen”

“I would never lay with you” her hands hit at his chest “I would never touch you”

“You. Are. Mine.” the king tugged at her wrists, pulling her towards him so closely, that she could feel his wine odorous breath “You shall do as I say!”

“Aegon…no, don’t” her hands grabbed at his face in search of mercy in his eyes “I won’t do this”

“You are my wife now!!” Aegon grunted, pushing her onto the bed “You think I wanted this?!” he looked with disgust at his crown, tossing it at the wall “You think I wanted to be king?! I did this for you, I did all of this because I wanted you”

-

Y/N’s breath hitched as she felt restrained underneath his body, his wet mouth, hungrily kissing her neck while his hands were tugging at her skirts.

“You promised, and you left me! You. Left. Me.” His grip tightened “You won’t ever leave me again! Promise me! Never!”

As he eventually eased into her, he’d occasionally look up to take a quick glance at her pained face and for a brief moment there it was as if she could catch a glimpse of that Aegon she had once fallen in love with.

She had of course once, years ago, secretly dreamt of giving her maidenhead to Aegon, to her Aegon, but now this man, this man on top of her, that wasn’t him, it was as if a cruel beast had taken over his body and soul yet at one point her arms were instinctively wrapped around him, pulling his frame flush against her chest as she was quietly sobbing into his neck, sobs of pain and sweet pleasure.

-

The room grew quiet in the midst of the harsh night as they laid underneath the cold silk sheets, something that they would often do as children, alas now it was all different. No sweet chatter, no warm embraces, facing away from each other, the only audible sounds being some shallow breaths and whimpers.

Until Aegon’s voice, barely a whisper, tore through the silence;

“Do you hate me?”

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[2af-afterdark]

If We Cannot Keep

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Non-Con/Rape Category: F/M Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! Relationships: MC/Satan+Asmodeus+Beelzebub+Belphegor Characters: Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Main Character Additional Tags: afab!mc (they/them), noncon/rape, breeding, pregnancy, somnophilia, yandere Summary: The brothers refuse to give up the person they love the most. They will do whatever it takes to keep ahold of them. A/N: The ask leads to this post. Since it was not my original idea, I am also posting 🍋 anon's consent to make this a fic. Sorry, but adding all the brothers is really hard, so only some are getting explicit moments. Word Count: 2161

The sun poured through the slits in their blinds and they woke up to that blinding light feeling like they hadn't gotten a minute of rest. It had been like that the last month or so, but recently they'd also started developing an ache in their hips and a throbbing in their head to go with it.

The mornings were pure torture as they went about the house searching for clothing in their stupor. Perhaps it was due to their still exhausted state or maybe it was the way the light played against the walls as it worked its way into their flat, but they swore they saw something darting back and forth in the corner of their eye. Though, when they turned their head nothing was there.

They were probably just anxious for today.

When was the last time they'd seen their partner in person? At least a few days. Between finals and papers and other miscellaneous bullshit, they hadn't had time for personal matters. Today was different. Today was all about showing their partner a good time.

As they finished putting themselves together and started to head out the door, their phone started to ring. They fished it out, noting that it was an interdimensional call from Beel and chuckling quietly to themselves before picking it up.

"Hello?"

"He-"

"Darling!" Asmo cut in and nearly blew out their eardrum.

"Hey, Asmo. What's up?"

"Well, Beel said he was calling you and I didn't want to be left out, especially because you're feeling so good right now."

"Is it that obvious?" They didn't know their emotions reached that far across dimensions when it came to the demons they shared a pact with.

"Why are you so happy?" Beel asked and they could hear him chewing something on the other end.

"Oh, well…" Their face felt like it was burning up. "I have a date today."

The other end went silent for what seemed like an entire minute before Asmo finally chirped up, "Look at you~ Getting lucky so soon after turning someone else down."

"Asmo…" Beel warned faintly over the receiver.

"Are you still upset about that?" They didn't mean to hurt their precious demons, but they also couldn't lie and say they felt that way about them.

"Of course not~" He whined as if insulted. "I'm just happy that you're happy."

"Thanks. I'm actually heading out now, so I have to go. Talk to you both later?"

"Always, Darling."

"See you later," Beel said just before ending the call.

They walked out of their house, tumbler of coffee in hand to fight off the tiredness that wouldn't leave their bones. By the time they showed up at the meeting spot, the entire container was long gone.

They planned the entire day together: movie, the park, dinner at a nice place. It was going to be wonderful.

Unfortunately, they could barely stay awake through the movie and dozed off against their partner's shoulder at the park. It was hard to stay awake and focused for some reason.

By the end of the day, they sat down with their partner at the restaurant. They reached across the table to hold their hands. They ordered dinner, selecting something they usually wouldn't glance twice at. Their partner made a joke about pickles and ice cream, and they grimaced. It wasn't funny.

Actually, now that they were together… their partner was worried. They'd been different lately. It was probably stress or something, but they were clearly out of it. They loved going on dates, but maybe it was better in the meantime to focus on themselves. They needed to ensure they were taking care of themselves.

As much as they didn't want to do that, they agreed. Maybe a small break was best for them. Although, when they got home home they couldn't help but flop into their bed and cry themselves to sleep.

It was the dead of night. Their eyes fluttered open slowly, groggily blinking as their consciousness drifted just out of reach. Everything felt stiff; their joints, head, arms, legs. It was like their muscles refused to work. Even so, it felt like their body was on fire as heat pooled in their stomach and spread outward.

The more they started to awaken, the more things they slowly started to notice were out of place than just their muscles. There were strange noises in the darkness; growling, muttering, creaking, and wet slapping. 

Dancing in the blurry haze of their opening eyes were strange shapes that slowly came more into view as their mind began to wake up. The shapes blended together against the black backdrop of their room, but they could clearly make out that one of them – broader than the others – was moving above them.

"Hungh?" They groaned. "Wha-?"

"Oh no," someone muttered at the edge of their consciousness. "They're waking up. Put them back under."

"I'm trying." Someone else muttered and their head began to pound and ache.

"They got tighter…"

"Are you bragging?"

They knew those voices and the shape of those shadows; Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor. Their head was lying in Belphegor's lap as he rested his hands on either side of it. Satan and Asmodeus were on either side of them. Beelzebub was more difficult to see but they swore he was in front of them.

"What are… you doing here?" They didn't remember summoning them.

"Shit," Belphegor swore and their head pounded again. "Go back to sleep."

Why couldn't they understand what was happening? Everything took so much effort and felt so difficult. It was like their entire body was made of stone.

All they knew was that something felt off.

They let their eyes wander downward toward where it felt warm. Beelzebub was anchored between their legs, large hands pressing against the back of their knees as he forced them against their chest, lips shimmering in the darkness as they dripped with an unknown liquid, and hips snapping forward with a grunt.

The scene didn't make sense at first, but when it finally clicked all the drowsiness washed away instantly. Their body still felt heavy, but their mind finally understood the horror of what was happening.

"Oh dear, you caught us," Asmodeus sighed. "And it was all going so well, too."

They were struck with terror. Even as a sickening feeling joined that heat building up inside of them, they couldn't look away. "Wh-what are you-?"

"So sorry, Darling. You usually sleep through this." 

"Belphie!" Satan snapped.

The youngest of them rolled his eyes. "You try to keep them under when it's Beel's turn. I'm amazed they didn't wake up sooner today.

"Put them back under." Satan accentuated each word like a threat.

"Working on it."

They tried to jerk away from his grip, finding it difficult. "No!"

"Oh don't be like that~" Asmodeus smiled a little too wide. "Since you're awake now, you should enjoy it as much as us."

Asmodeus leaned down over their face, biting their bottom lip between his teeth to draw blood. It was such a sweet taste against his lips that he had to lick it all up to make sure he savored every drop. Their panicked expression was so adorable that he couldn't help but smile down at them as blood rushed to his cheeks, turning his face red with desire. 

"Don't look away, Darling," he sang as his hand trailed over their stomach, rubbing small circles in the same spot pooling with heat before he drifted upward to grope at their breasts. "Don't you want to see how well your body's been trained? I doubt that human partner of yours could even satisfy you after the heaven you've experienced."

He said human like it was a dirty word; like they weren't also human. Like he wasn't enjoying every sickening squelch of their very human body being violated by his brother or the bouncing of their tits as he forced his firm cock into them over and over again and their comparably small body was forced to endure the constant slap of his hips against theirs.

A strained croak dryly snaked out of their throat as they tried to speak. Their tongue felt so very heavy as they opened their mouth to speak. "Sto-"

Before the word was fully out, someone clamped a hand over their mouth.

Satan's brilliant green eyes peered down at them with a smirk, lidded and pressed tight. "I wouldn't try that if I were you." He slipped two fingers past their lips to grasp onto their tongue. "After all, we want to hear you scream more for us, so removing this would be unfortunate."

Their teeth scraped against Satan's fingers as the taste of salt and copper flooded their mouth. His fingers reached further back into their throat, curling downward and making them feel like they were going to choke (or maybe puke). All they knew for certain was how all of their muscles tensed up in terror, making the cock inside of them feel so much bigger than it already was.

Between Satan working at their mouth, Asmo's hands squeezing their chest, Belphegor messing with their head, and Beelzebub dragging his cock along their tight walls in his mission to hit every sensitive spot he could, they couldn't hold out any longer. Their legs began to tremble and shake, spasming in Beelzebub's strong grip as their eyes rolled back in their head and they were forced to cum on the cock that wouldn't stop churning up their insides at a brutal pace.

Tears streamed down their face, burning against their cheeks as they silently pleaded for this to be over. Instead, it got worse. Beelzebub's hips bucked against them more quickly, disregarding the clear bruises he was starting to leave in their skin. 

"Pu-h." Please. They tried to beg one last time for mercy, for the brothers to stop before they betrayed their precious human's trust and love anymore than they already had, but their words were lost between their grotesque sobbing and around Satan's fingers.

It wasn't until they felt Beelzebub's strokes start to grow fast and shallow before stopping that the horror truly sunk in, though. When the sensation of him filling them up with hot liquid finally hit them, they couldn't help but weep. 

A hand gently reached up to brush away their tears. "Shhhh. None of that now," Asmodeus coo'd. "If you exhaust yourself by crying, how do you ever expect to make it through the night?"

Their eyes widened in horror at the implication; a horror that became all too real as Beelzebub withdrew his fat cock from their abused hole and they felt a new one align against their entrance.

"We promise," Belphegor said, "whoever the father of your baby is, we'll all love it as much as we do you. Isn't that better than whatever some random human could give you?"

Baby?

"They won't have a choice," Satan added. "After all, I doubt their partner will tolerate finding out they cheated."

This wasn't cheating.

"What a pathetic waste of existence," Asmodeus spoke as he messaged their chest with a firm grip. "But don't worry, Darling ~ We would never treat you like that. We'll always love you, just the same as your body will always love and need us."

This wasn't love.

Whoever was nestled between their legs now (they dared not look) finally pushed forward, parting their slick, messy folds as the head of his cock sank inside of them and pushed against all the cum already flooding their cunt.

They screamed and cried around Satan's fingers as a new person began to rhythmically buck his hips forward.

Even with all the fear running through them, they couldn't help but notice how heavy their eyelids were starting to feel. Belphegor rubbed his index and middle fingers on either side of their temples in much the way one would soothe a headache and it felt relaxing despite how much adrenaline was pumping through their veins.

"You need to relax or else you'll stress out the baby." His eyes closed and theirs soon followed. "You must be so tired after today, so let us take care of everything while you rest."

Sleep sounded so good right now.

"I promise that nothing but good dreams like this one await."

They couldn't even think a terrible thought about the brothers who had betrayed their trust one final time before sleep overtook them and they passed out. They certainly couldn't even feel how they had cum around the new cock violating them as Belphegor's magical sleep settled into their every nerve.

The sun poured through the slits in their blinds and they woke up to that blinding light feeling like they hadn't gotten a minute of rest. It had been like that the last month or so, but recently they'd also started developing an ache in their hips and a throbbing in their head to go with it.

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