#yandere romantic

[lolita-lollipop]

Iron

YANDERE BARBARIAN BAKUGO X READER

The king of the most violent and powerful tribe in the eastern world is captured during battle by a small farmers village. What does a violent man like katsuki bakugo do upon meeting a kind servant girl like you?

WARNINGS: reader gets hurt by villagers (bakugo saves her)

He couldn't remember how long he had been here, he just knew it was cold, dark, unsanitary, and painful. He remembered the battle that put him here, getting shot with a poison-laced arrow, feinting on the field. Heh. imagine it, the great barbarian Bakugo, the children's slayer, the village burner, the soldier slaughterer falling because of one puny arrow from one puny kingdom. When he first had woken up he could feel the slick of his blood under him mixed with the dirt and grime of the cell, he had giant iron cuffs wrapping his wrists and legs, binding him to the floor. He couldn't blame these people, truly, they knew that once he woke up if he were to get out they were all as good as slaughtered.

It was a small stone dungeon, with only a couple of stalls, he occupying one of them. There was a small barred window, along with a wall of iron bars serving as protection from him and the rest of the world. Iron, he hated the stuff, and banned it from his country, it burned him, burned his people. There was a thick, damp smell of blood and rust, a musty smell he could easily recognize as death. He would carve every person in this building up, then burn every building in the village, and he would let the fire spread to their fields and watch as their lives work shrivels up into ash. But for now, He would wait for the perfect time to strike, all he could do was wait really, watch the guard rotation, see which ones were talkative, and which ones were cruel.

Many of the guards would beat him, carve his skin, and watch him bleed, they know of all the gruesome things he has done to so very many people, and supposedly the bastards feel some kind of idiotic vengeance or justice for those people. They would pay in the long run, who exactly do they think they are? he is a king, royalty, the highest of the highest, the strongest too. If he doesn't kill them his people will, they'll see. All the king could do was watch, wait, and plot the splattering of this village.

That was, until you came along.

Little you, in your flowy little skirt that was all torn up, with no shoes and a dirt-covered face. Little you with your oh-so-innocent smile, and your callused hands. Little you with your malnourished body, frail and sickly. Little you, who had no idea who he was. Little you who snuck in when no guard was on duty, a small bowl of soup in your hands, and a cup of water.

“I-im sorry that this is all I have, I know you haven't eaten in a long time I just- I’ll have more tomorrow” you whispered, and he swore he fell in love right then and there, you were too frail, too weak to be giving out food that you surely needed. Yet here you were, shakily handing him the bowl and the cup. He stared at you for a solid second, not even his own mother was this selfless, and you don't even know him. Who were you? You did not seem like aristocracy, too kind, maybe a farmer? Maybe a maid, a servant even.

He hadn't realized how hungry he was, not until the entire bowl and cup were gone, and he was left to stare at you. You were ethereal, dirt-covered and all, your eyes, your hair, your hands, everything, absolutely stunning. You had a look in your eyes. Something hungry and fearful told him that you were not happy, not safe and sound, not as you should be.

“I don't have anything to treat your wound, but- I'm sorry. Nobody should be treated this way, not even prisoners. I'll be back tomorrow, please don't tell the guards that I've done this. They will kill me.” you whispered, cautiously reaching to grab the glassware from his grip, waiting to see if he would snap at you. He didn't, only stared, grunting in response to your plea. You stared back with those sympathetic globes of yours, as if you could see the anger in his soul. Before turning on your heel, and quietly sneaking out of the dungeon room, you gave him one last glance before disappearing.

He was left in the quiet, in the cold, falling head over heels in love with you, a mere human. A peasant at that. Strange. You were too sweet, too kind, you clearly needed the food, clearly were starving and malnourished, yet you still stood here and offered your only food to him, a prisoner of war, you were so sweet. So kind. His people were not like you, they were not soft or sweet, he loved them for it, but you, oh you. You were soft and supple and sweet andso sickeningly kind. He would protect you, he has too.

The next couple of nights went similarly, you sneaking in during the dead hours following midnight with varying foods, sometimes a stale loaf of bread with milk, sometimes some leafy soup and water. He was grateful every time, thankful that he wasn't starving, still burning with absolute rage towards the mere peasants who believed that they could contain him. But you, in the very few days that he had known you, had wormed your way into his heart with your soft hands and pretty smile.

He can just imagine you adorned in stolen jewels and furs, dressed in the finest silk, or better, the clothes of his people. something soft like you, something pretty and supple and shiny and light. Something that reflects you, he would take you out of those rags, clean you up, teach you what luxury truly is. and you wouldnt have to lift a finger. he dreamed about your future everyday that you would visit, asking your favorite color or season or jewel.

That was, until you stopped showing up. No more quiet hours gazing at each other, no more shared food and drink, no more listening to you quietly talk about your life, no more sympathetic glances, no more questions about him from you, no more answers from him. It was like you had disappeared entirely, and back to his old routine of watching and observing the guards had begun once more. He had to admit it kind of hurt, having the only good thing here disappear entirely, he resented this place more, resented you.

He hated you, how could you leave him? You, a servant girl abandoning a king. Funny, hilarious, he sat in a pool of blood and hatred thinking about you, about this town, about the people who put him here, who chained him to the floor and watched him bleed out, this city will burn. And burn and burn and burn and burn and burn, his people would tear it apart until it was nothing but ash and blood-

What tore him out of his internal monologue was a pained scream, but not just anybody, he didn't know anybody in the town, it was yours. With that whispery rasp that you had from overexertion, and that neverending fear that dripped from your tone. He stood up to stare through the small window, only to see you on the ground, surrounded by many people, all bigger and stronger than you, yelling and screaming.

“It's her, the traitor!”

“She has been feeding the enemy, treason, treason I say!”

“She should be beheaded, the traitor.”

You let another scream ring out through the town center as one of the men brought their boot down on your bare foot, he could hear the crunch followed by another scream. The first kick sparked more from other men as they brought their feet down on frail little ou, you slowly reverted into a fetal position, lying in the dirt as they beat you relentlessly. He saw red, crimson blinding him and overflowing all of his senses. How could they? You did nothing, you knew nothing. You were just a sweet, innocent little human who knew no better, who were they to punish you, to beat you so cruelly? You were thin and frail and he could hear each one of your bones cracking and breaking into pieces.

He saw bright ruby red, anger wasn’t the word, absolute rage is a better way to put it.

Red red red red red red red red red

He didn't even realize he had broken from his chains till his legs were moving,

Red

He didn’t even feel the burn of the iron till the bars holding him were bent out of shape and twisted

Red

He didn’t realize they were all dead till his hands were stained with that bright crimson color he loved so much- you guessed it, red

He killed them all, so painfully, knuckles crunching skulls and tearing off limbs, pulling people apart faster than any wolf or bear could even try to. The thrill of freedom mixed with rage and pure anger let him revert to the ways of his homeland, back to the thrilling violence and electrifying feeling of tearing another apart. He enjoyed it, enjoyed tearing them limb from limb and watching them bleed as they had done to him. He cackled as they screamed in terror, relishing in their fear.

You watched deliriously, you had lost too much blood in too short of a time, and you were positive that you had many many broken bones, pain overcame you as you watched the bloodshed in front of you, your vision was blurry and shaking but you could tell that somebody was strong, and enjoying violence. Fear budded in the back of your brain, he was enjoying this, enjoying their pain, he would hurt you just the same, kill you, and relish in it.

You hadn’t known who he was, you swore to the village leaders, swore that you just felt bad for the poor starving man in the dungeons who seemed to gentle and sweet, they hadn’t cared. You were to be burned or drowned or noosed they said. But a death like this, at the hand of a man you had been fooled to be sweet? That was worse. Oh god, oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god you were going to die

Your breath became shallow, both because of what was surely a punctured lung, but also because of the slowly approaching footsteps crunching on the dirt. A small whimper escaped you as the figure towered over you, and your hands came up to shield your face from the blow that was surely to come.

But Instead of a painful ending blow, arms wrapped under you and hoisted you up, you never realized how tall this man was. Naturally, you curled into his warmth and tried not to think about how sticky his hands were with blood. your breath hitched as he squeezed you closer with calloused rough hands. Tears washed down your face, you were quivering, shaking in fear.

“P-please-“ you quivered out. Hand moving up to push him away, your statement had many meanings, to beg for your life, to beg him to put you down, to beg him to leave you and your village alone, to beg him to forgive you. He stared down at you with crimson eyes, a sudden softness overcoming them, more than he thought he could have.

“Don’t you worry baby,

I’ll take good care of ya”

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Cute

Anyway enjoy, I noticed a lack of barbarian bakugo content on here so I figured I would add some fuel to the fire.

Love you all, make sure to have a great day!

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[merchen-aeravellae]

Deep in the Forest

Yandere Enemy x Reader

Warning: decapitation, death, war mentions

Two kingdoms engulfed in a conflict that spans generations, peace is no longer an option, and the thirst for revenge permeates the entire surrounding land. But battles are no longer the darkest things you can encounter in this desolate place.

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Yandere Enemy, who is a warrior, trains day and night with the purpose of protecting his rulers and his people from the threat posed by the neighboring kingdom.

Yandere Enemy, like the rest of the inhabitants of Nocheblanca kingdom, grew up with the idea that the Rosazul kingdom was eternal enemies of Nocheblanca and should be eliminated, but they are currently in a temporary ceasefire.

Yandere Enemy was training deep in the forest that connects both kingdoms, as he did every day, when he heard a noise behind a tree.

Yandere Enemy was surprised to find another person outside the grounds of the kingdom but quickly shifted to a battle stance when he noticed that it was a person from Rosazul.

Yandere Enemy expected to fight you, but all you did was raise your hands in a peaceful gesture and stepped back to give him space.

Yandere Enemy examined you from head to toe, and by your attire, he could tell you were a type of healer. He lowered his sword slightly but remained alert in case you made any movements that could indicate a fight.

Yandere Enemy only looked at you for a few more minutes, and when he realized you weren't leaving, he decided to leave first to break the awkwardness that had enveloped both of you. However, that wouldn't be the last time you two would encounter each other.

Yandere Enemy began to notice your presence every time he went to the forest to train, and no matter how much he changed his location, you always seemed to find him. At first, he threatened to kill you to be left alone, but when that didn't seem to work, he simply ignored you.

Yandere Enemy injured his hand one day while training but decided to continue as if nothing had happened. When you noticed this, you decided to help him. He refused at first, but when he realized you wouldn't take no for an answer, he had no choice but to accept.

Yandere Enemy, after a few weeks of this event, started tolerating you a bit more, and even had a couple of conversations that weren't threats. Unbeknownst to him, he was starting to feel comfortable with your presence.

Yandere Enemy, who began to hate himself, after months of interacting with you, came to the conclusion that he had developed romantic feelings for you. These feelings were forbidden, but he couldn't stop them he didn't want them to stop and they grew with each passing day.

Yandere Enemy knows that this would be considered treason to his homeland, but every time he saw you smile, that thought faded from his mind.

Yandere Enemy gathered the courage to confess his feelings to you, fearing rejection or the possibility that you might never want to see him again. He became the happiest man in the world when you admitted to having feelings for him too.

Yandere Enemy no longer went to the forest to improve his fighting skills; now his reason for going was you. He always brought an object that might interest you, or he would wait for you with a picnic.

Yandere Enemy was surprised when you told him that you had knowledge of healing and medicinal herbs because it had been a practice in your family for generations. It was also the reason why you were in the forest the first time you met.

Yandere Enemy, knowing you two couldn't hide forever and fearing what would happen if both were discovered, he asked begged you to escape together. Far away from both kingdoms, far from the fear of being separated, he wanted to find a place where you could create a life in peace, a place where you could be happy.

Yandere Enemy jumped for joy when you accepted his proposal. He couldn't help but embrace you, and for that brief moment, everything was happiness, until it wasn't.

Yandere Enemy returned to his home in Nocheblanca to start packing all his valuable belongings and clothes for the long journey ahead for both of you. However, halfway through packing, screams and lamentations were heard outside his house.

Yandere Enemy discovered that the heir of Nocheblanca and his guards had been killed while they were out hunting, including Yandere Enemy's brother, who was one of the personal guards of the Prince.

Yandere Enemy saw red the moment he learned that his brother had been murdered, probably by warriors from Rosazul. At that moment, all the hatred he had for them, which had been buried deep in his mind because you had occupied it, resurfaced.

Yandere Enemy, who began to plan his revenge, completely forgetting the plan to escape with you. His brother was one of the few people important to him, and now he was gone. Convincing the population of Nocheblanca to attack Rosazul was not difficult for him, and by the dawn of the sixth day, Rosazul had fallen. The royal family was in the dungeons, awaiting execution, but not before being tortured in the cruelest manner possible.

Yandere Enemy had a reality check at that moment. In his pursuit of revenge, he left you standing on the same day you two were supposed to escape together. Panic and terror consumed him as he searched for you among the prisoners, in the forest, and in the place he feared the most—among the corpses. But there was no trace of you.

Yandere Enemy became a war hero; now he had enough power to save you from the cruel fate of the rest of the inhabitants of Rosazul but it seemed like you had vanished into the air. He searched for you for two months and as more time passed, madness began to take hold of his mind, and regret consumed his bones.

Yandere Enemy decided to kill the heir to the throne, wanting to take revenge on the person "responsible" for keeping him away from you. If it weren't for the prince and his guards, the two of you would be living your best lives in a distant place.

Yandere Enemy didn't stop there. To make him suffer more, he decided that his entire family should witness his inevitable death. The guillotine and the prince were ready, with all other family members in a row, bound arms and sacks over their heads.

Yandere Enemy, who witnessed the exact moment when the heir's head was severed and when the sacks were removed from the heads of the royalty, he wanted to die at that moment. Now he understood why he never found your whereabouts, why he couldn't locate you—because you were with your family, in the dungeon.

Yandere Enemy never imagined that you were a member of the royalty of Rosazul, but he couldn't be angry with you for that. He knows that everyone makes mistakes, and he forgives you for not telling him earlier, just as you will forgive him for what he did to your kingdom and family.

Yandere Enemy, who went to the dungeons in the middle of the night to see you, found only a pitiful sight. You were handcuffed to the wall, beaten and wearing dirty and torn clothes, your gaze lost somewhere on the grimy wall.

Yandere Enemy approached you with the intention of hugging you, but he didn't expect you to scream. Every attempt he made to touch you ended in screams and your lamentations. The few words you spoke were filled with anger and hatred directed towards him.

Yandere Enemy is convinced that you only need a new place far away from others. He tries to talk to you about the plans you two had before to lift your spirits, but it doesn't seem to be working.

Yandere Enemy knows that the longer you stay here, the more likely it is that you'll be killed, so he steals you away while everyone is asleep, taking you far away to a hidden place where no one will find you both. He is sure that this will bring back the old you, the one who was deeply in love with him. He had to knock you out, tie you up, and cover your mouth in case you wake up early, but it will be worth it.

Yandere Enemy who found a cabin deep in the forest connecting to another kingdom, "mysteriously" the former owners disappeared, and now it belongs to the two of you.

Yandere Enemy knows that you still fear him, but not for long. He will make you love him again, and if it still doesn't work, he won't let you go. He prefers to have you even if you hate him for the rest of your life than not have you at all.

Yandere Enemy "I refuse to let you go, I don't care if you hate me, curse me, or hit me. We will always be together, whether you want it or not."

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Extra information, Nocheblanca is known for its warriors while Rosazul for its healers.

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[meiwritesyan]

- 001:: yandere idol -

ʚ ♡ ɞ summary: you absolutely loves the well-known idol that everyone usually talks about, including you. guess what? he obsessed over likes you too!

ʚ ⚠︎ ɞ warnings: yandere,obsessive behaviors,stalking behaviors, lowercase intended! do tell me if there is missing any other things that i should mention in warnings! i do not condone the action of yanderes irl!!

ʚïɞ pairing[s]: romantic yandere male idol x gn reader pt 2

ʚ ✉ ɞ wc: 0.2k

ʚ ˙ᵕ˙ ɞ request: ✗

ʚ ✦ ɞ intro | byf | masterlist

ʚ ☁︎ ɞ mei's note: this is sucks :( but i hope you like it! the flirt a bit weird to me idk likes n reblogs are very much appreciated!

ʚ ♥︎ ɞ yan idol who met you on one of his meet and greet. you are just so cute!

ʚ ♥︎ ɞ yan idol who actually suspicious of you when you gave him a small kitten plushie, he suspect you to put a camera or voice recorder to stalk his life secretly. surprisingly,when he check the plushie,theres no camera,or even voice recorder! now,he feel bad for destroying the handmade plushie you just made for him. he tries to fix it,but he just made it worst, damn it! it didnt even have the look of cute kitten anymore!

ʚ ♥︎ ɞ yan idol who start to trust you since the plushie incident. he is eager if theres any other event in your country,he really wants to meet you again!

ʚ ♥︎ ɞ yan idol who will learn your native language and will try to talk with your native language,trying to impress you(if your native language not the same as him)

ʚ ♥︎ ɞ yan idol who have ppl to stalk look over you,since his career + schedule wont let him see your adorable face everyday

ʚ ♥︎ ɞ yan idol who also gives you little gifts such as candy or chocolate bar secretly into your hands when you ask him to sign an autograph at his album etc

ʚ ♥︎ ɞ yan idol who winks at you when he sees you at one of his concert. your flustered face are so cute! if not for his career,he would explode by your cuteness right away! but of course,he needs to be professional

ʚ ♥︎ ɞ yan idol who will sends at your address a vip ticket,when he finally knew abt your address

ʚ ♥︎ ɞ yan idol who will wear a cute onesie of your fav animal at one of his live!

ʚ ♥︎ ɞ yan idol who will flirts only with you. you are so cute when you are blushing!

ʚ ♥︎ ɞ "hi cutie [nickname] ~! where should i sign my autograph? on our marriage certificate it is?"

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[flowersandbigteeth]

Would you consider doing a fic about a unicorn? One of the few remaining. Who is obsessed with you. Follows you and scares persuers away. Haughty and possessive ethereal and charming. I you're his and if he has to keep you captive to help you see that he's your mate, he will.

I love unicorns!!! I was never a horse girl, but unicorns I can get down with. <3

Word Count: 4k

Ainsel (Unicorn) x F Reader

W: minor character murder, light kidnapping, yandere behavior, sfw yandere fluff

“Ainsel, pay attention,” the unicorn’s father growled as his eyes drifted over the display, “do you want navy or white?” 

Ainsel sighed, blinking his bright blue eyes slowly. 

“I don’t care, father,” he said, “just pick something.” 

His father turned on him impatiently. 

“This is important Ainsel,” he snapped, “you are one of the last marriageable unicorns on the planet. You need to be serious about choosing a wife. The Embry’s have one of the only female unicorn daughters in existence. You have to make a good impression.” 

He rolled his eyes. 

“If she is one of the last, why should it matter?” he huffed, “we don’t really have a choice do we? I marry her and have as many babies as possible, or else. It shouldn’t matter what I look like.” 

His father pinched his lips into a fine line. 

“There are other males interested in her,” he went on, “if you don’t make a good impression she’ll choose another and there won't be any other options.” 

Ainsel shrugged carelessly. 

“I could marry a human,” he said, “they will birth a unicorn baby.” 

His father took in a sharp breath. 

“You will not marry a human,” he snarled, “I won’t have our bloodline sullied with human genes. We’ve been full blooded unicorns for generations!  A half human baby will have weak magic…then what if the next generation copulates with a human? And the next? We’ll be diluted to nothing.” 

Ainsel had heard this speech a hundred times before, from both his father and mother, but the truth was he couldn’t care less the purity of his bloodline. Especially if he had to marry a mare he hardly knew. He’d seen pictures of Elaine, but she didn’t stir his blood. He hated his parents for forcing this on him. He wanted to live his own life…make his own choices. He wanted to be happy, not a miserable baby maker, shoving his half limp cock into someone he had no interest in to produce heirs. 

“I’m sorry it’s taking so long,” you apologized, entering the large dressing room where the two wealthy unicorns were looking at suits, “Mr. Scott had to take a call, but I can help you. Here are the other options he wanted you to try.” 

You hung up a powder blue suit and a cool gray one on the rack for them to look at. 

Ainsel was not looking at the suits, however, he was looking at you. 

His father grumbled a bit under his breath about having been waiting forever, but turned his attention to the powder blue suit. 

“I think this one is best,” he said, pulling it off the rack and holding it up to examine the stitching. 

“What do you think, miss…?”  Ainsel asked, hoping you would give him your name. 

You cleared your throat a bit nervously. Your job was usually tailoring the suits, not selling them. 

“(Y/N) and personally I think the white one will have the most impact, but it should reflect your taste, not mine. Any suit will look its best when the wearer is confident and comfortable in it.” 

He couldn’t help but smile at your sweet, full cheeks and bright, sparkling eyes. 

“You're the expert,” he said, taking in the flattering little paper bag pants and white blouse you were wearing. You looked so neat and tidy with your hair swept away from your face. He couldn’t help but think you were adorable. 

You bit your bottom lip, considering the suits you’d brought in very carefully, wrinkling your brow just a little. The gesture made his cock stiffen in his pants as he imagined that little wrinkle between your eyes as he made you cum over and over again. 

“I just think you can’t go wrong with a white suit. Especially if you want to stand out. It looks clean and eye-catching without being tacky.” 

He only half heard what you were saying, his attention on the way your lips moved. He envisioned them stretched around his cock and had to step forward and angle his body away from you to pretend he was examining the white suite, so he could adjust his pants. 

“Well what do you think?” his father huffed impatiently, “I don’t have all day.” 

“I’ll go with the white one,” he said. 

His father looked relieved. 

“Alright,” the elder unicorn turned his attention to you, “Mr. Scott knows my account. Just charge whatever else he needs to that. I have other things to do.” 

He glanced back at his son as he made his way out of the dressing room. 

“Don’t be late for dinner!” he snapped and marched out, leaving the two of you alone. 

“I can help you get dressed,” you said after a moment of silence, “once I’ve taken the measurements for the tailoring, we can look at a tie and shoes.” 

Ainsel was happy to undress for you, eager to show off his assets. He knew he was beautiful, all unicorns were. He had a tall, lithe body packed with firm, corded muscles. Women fell over themselves for him whenever he went out. You couldn’t help but blush when he yanked the t-shirt he was wearing over his head, revealing his sculpted chest. 

“You look like a model,” you sputtered to your own embarrassment. 

“I mean- the suit is going to look great on you,” you said quickly. 

Ainsel gave you a bright white smile and flexed his muscles just slightly hoping to draw even more stuttering words from your mouth. 

With warm cheeks you quickly turned your attention to getting the suit ready instead of watching him undress. When you turned back around, he was only wearing gray boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination, you could see the very clear imprint of his rather large cock, pressed against them and you blushed again. 

“Um…” you muttered, almost dropping the black button up shirt in your hand. 

There was a long silence while you took his body in, which he ate up, grinning at you from ear to ear. 

“The shirt?” he asked playfully, stepping forward and brushing it with his fingertips, making sure to graze your smaller hands. 

“Right!” you said, “um, let me help you.” 

He liked the feeling of your warm fingers just barely touching his skin as you hurried to pull it over his shoulders and let you button it up for him. Not because he couldn’t, but because he liked your scent drifting up to him. You smelled sweet, like peaches. 

“Um…it looks like we’ll have to take it in a little,” you mumbled, as you helped him into the pants, then the jacket, “but it looks good on you.” 

His clean scent, something like spicy ginger and citrus, made you feel a little dizzy. You tried to brush the feeling away and focus on taking his measurements and securing the areas with pins that you would need to work on. Your cheeks heated when you bent in front of him to work on his inseam. 

“My family is new to the area. What do you do for fun, when you’re not working?” he asked suddenly and you glanced up at him to find his bright, almost glowing, blue eyes focused on you. He was so beautiful, it was hard to believe he was real. His deep olive skin had a bit of a sheen to it, as if he was dusted in fine glitter and his raven hair reflected rainbow colors in the light. 

You shrugged. 

“I’m probably not the right person to ask,” you said, returning your attention to your work, “I’m a bit of a homebody except tonight, I guess.” 

“What are you doing tonight?” he asked. 

“Oh…um, my friend invited me out to a new bar. It’s the grand opening. I wouldn’t normally go, but he’s the owner…so…a few of us are going to support him.” 

Ainsel didn’t like “he”, but he schooled his expression. 

“Can I come?” he asked with the confidence of a man who never got turned down. 

You blinked for a second unsure what to say. 

“I’ve been incredibly bored,” he went on, “I don’t know anyone here my age…” 

You nodded as you stood, not able to come up with a reason he couldn’t come. 

“Sure…I guess. I don’t know how good it will be…” you mumbled and he reached a hand out to you. 

“Give me your phone, I’ll put in my number,” he said, so you fished it out of your pocket and handed it to him. 

“I’ll pick you up,” he said as he tapped his number into your phone and sent himself a text message from it, “just send me your address.” 

You were too flustered by the ethereal unicorn wanting to go somewhere with you, your common sense had gone out the window. No one who looked like him had ever paid you any attention before, so when he handed it back, you put in your address and hit send. The name on the contact just said Ainsel with a unicorn emoji. 

“(Y/N), I need you in the back!” Mr. Scott, barked in his gruff voice as he marched back into the room, “I’ll take over from here.” 

“Of course!” you squeaked and scurried off before even saying goodbye. 

—

You groaned at yourself in the mirror as you tried to put eyeliner on, finally giving up and just going with mascara and some dewy looking blush. You weren’t sure if this was supposed to be a date or if Ainsel really just wanted someone to show him around, so you struggled over what to wear. 

You didn’t want to look like you tried too hard, but you also wanted him to think you looked nice. You tried to shake the thought from your head that it was a date. No one like him would want to date you, you thought. Still, you ended up picking a cute little vintage dress that matched your eyes and some comfortable low heels. You jumped when the doorbell rang, hurrying to smooth down the flyaways in your hair before answering the door. 

Ainsel’s eyes drifted down your body and back up again when he stood before you and in his hands was a thick bouquet of assorted flowers in a glass vase.

“I didn’t know what was your favorite,” he said, handing it to you, “so I told the florist to use them all.” 

He smiled at you, looking you up and down again. 

“You look beautiful,” he said, his voice low and a bit husky. 

“Oh.” was all you managed to get out, as you accepted the vase with shaking hands.

You turned to find a place for them and he followed you inside. 

“This is cute,” he said, sauntering around your living room while you pushed some things off of your coffee table to make room for the flowers. 

“It’s nothing special…I got a deal,” you mumbled, eager to shoo him out of your messy apartment, “we should go before it gets late.” 

“Of course,” he said, placing a hand gently on your lower back as he guided you out of the door. 

You swallowed thickly at the contact. 

You made polite conversation in the car, asking how long he’d been in the area and where he moved from. The conversation came easily. Ainsel was charming and casual. He put you at ease, even though you were still stunned he wanted to come out with you. By the time you reached the restaurant he had you giggling over his silly stories about growing up a unicorn. 

“Who is this?!” your friend Leslie asked with a knowing smile when you walked in the door with Ainsel on your arm. 

Before you could introduce him, he stuck out his hand and told her his name. Your girlfriends were smitten, all asking him questions about his life and being a unicorn. You tried to stuff the little bit of jealousy down that they were giving him so much attention, but who wouldn’t want to talk to him? He was handsome and good at conversation, if not a bit aloof. He spoke with his head held high, always with his hand resting on your lower back, as if you were already a couple. 

Ainsel couldn’t help but keep his hands on you. Truly, speaking with your friends was tiresome. He’d rather be alone, talking to you more, but he knew women paid careful attention to how their potential mate interacted with their friends. He wanted to make a good impression to get their approval, nothing more. 

He only let you go when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Ainsel slipped out of the busy dining room to the small hallway where the bathrooms were to take the call. 

“Where are you?!” his father snarled into the phone, “Elaine has been here waiting for you for an hour!” 

Ainsel let out an impatient breath. 

“I’m out, father,” he said, sounding bored, “I won't make it tonight.” 

“You are seriously standing up one of the last female unicorns on the planet?” his father hissed back. 

“Yes.” he said plainly, which prompted his father to devolve into a tantrum cursing him, that he’d ever had him, and how he planned on cutting him off if he didn’t drop what he was doing and make his way home immediately. Ainsel finally just hung up the phone. It buzzed immediately as his father tried to call him back, but he just turned the vibration off and sauntered back into the dining room. 

A growl bubbled in his throat at what he saw. 

Your friend, Josh, who owned the restaurant had you wrapped in  a big hug, lifting you off of your feet. 

“Um…yes, it’s very nice, Josh, I like the decor,” you said, taking a step away from him when he put you down. 

“I’m just so happy you could make it,” he beamed. 

Ainsel shouldered past him, grabbing you by your elbow and pulling you against him possesively. Josh’s face fell just slightly at the contact, but he forced his practiced smile back on his lips. 

“Who’s this?” he asked tightly. 

“Oh, this is Ainsel. We met at-” you started to say, but Ainsel cut you off. 

“I’m (Y/N)’s date,” he said, a smug aura hovering around him as he pulled you even closer and tucked you under his arm. 

Your body tingled under his touch and your heart skipped in your chest. 

“Oh…” Josh said, “I didn’t know you were seeing someone.” 

“Well we just me-” you again started to say and again Ainsel cut you off with a kiss on your temple. 

“I’m already starting to think of her as mine,” he said, squeezing your shoulder and making all of your girlfriends giggle and shoot you mischievous smiles. 

You blanched at such a direct declaration, completely unsure what to say. Your mouth just hung open as Josh glared at Ainsel. He grabbed your chin lightly with his long fingers so that you were looking at him. 

“Why don’t we get out of here?” he asked, “I’ve been wanting to show you my other form.” 

You blinked up at him, both incredibly flattered and confused. 

“Um…but we only just-,” you mumbled as he winked at your girlfriends and told them goodnight, talking right over you while he guided you out of the bar, his arm still wrapped around your shoulder. 

“Bars are no fun,” he told you as he stuffed you back into his sports car, “let’s go someplace quiet.” 

You were a bit miffed at leaving so early, but you were curious about his unicorn form, so you didn’t say a word as he started up the engine and drove the two of you to a pretty spot overlooking the city. 

“This is much better,” he beamed, opening your door for you and helping you out of the car. 

He pulled you into a clear spot and winked at you. 

“I don’t show just anyone my unicorn form,” he said with a smile, “this is just for you to see.” 

Your cheeks burned as he took a few steps away from you. You blinked and there he was, a lovely black unicorn with a pretty horn, reminding you of the inside of an abalone shell sticking out of his forehead. 

He dipped his head and stepped towards you, encouraging you to touch him. You smoothed your slightly shaking hand over his cheek and ran your fingers through his silky jet mane. His eyes were the same illuminated blue. He bent down at the knee in front of you and it took a moment to realize he wanted you to climb on his back. 

You carefully climbed on, making sure you didn’t tug at his mane too much as you straddled him. When you were comfortably seated he walked with a slow saunter, so similar to the way he walked as a human, into the sparse forest nearby. 

The night was a bit chilly, but Ainsel was very, very warm, so you found yourself leaning down to press more of your body against him. This closeness pleased Ainsel immensely. 

You had no way of knowing, but unicorns long ago would steal pretty maidens like you with just the tactic he was using then. As his magic surrounded you, invisible to you, you felt yourself getting a bit sleepy, relaxing even further against him. Soon your eyelids slipped shut and you fell asleep with a soft sigh. 

–

“Mmmm,” you murmured as you slowly woke. 

Firm fingers were carding your hair, which felt nice. You sighed and a deep chuckle hit your ears. Forcing your eyes open you met Ainsel’s blue irises looking at you. 

“Have a nice nap?” he asked, with a smirk. 

Blinking you looked around, trying to get your bearings. You were laying in a large soft bed in a pretty room that had definitely seen the touch of a professional designer. 

“What- where am i?” you asked, groggily, sitting up. 

Ainsel cupped your cheek gently before he answered. 

“My bedroom,” he said, “exactly where you should be.” 

“Where I- what?” you stuttered, trying to make your sleepy mind catch up with Ainsel’s words. 

He scooted closer to you on the fluffy comforter that he’d tucked you under. 

“You’re mine (Y/N),” he purred. 

You blinked at him, confused. 

“What do you mean by that?” you ventured and he pulled your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles, before turning it over and dropping light kisses over your palm. 

“I want to be with you always,” he explained as his blue eyes flickered up to meet yours, “I don’t want anyone else to touch you. I don’t want you to smile for anyone but me.” 

“Ainsel,” you said, letting out a nervous laugh, “that’s impossible…of course I’m going to smile at my friends.” 

His brow furrowed. 

“Why?” he snapped, clutching your hand tighter, “I’ve worked so hard to keep you. Done things…” 

He trailed off, kissing the inside of your wrist. 

“Done what?” you asked. 

At that he brightened, eager to show off. Scooping you up in his arms he walked with a clip out of his bedroom. The mansion he lived in was beautiful and modern with lots of glass and chrome. He carried you down a flight of stairs and to what appeared to be an indoor swimming pool. Only the water was pink and something…some things…were floating on its surface. Your heart turned to ice when you realized what you were looking at.

You recognized one of the bodies floating in the pool… Ainsel’s father, the man who you’d met just hours before was clearly dead, his face marked with deep cuts. You glanced up to see the jagged hole in the glass ceiling where the two of his parents had fallen through. They must have broken their necks hitting the ceiling before they even made it to the pool. 

“What have you done?” you whimpered, your voice wan. 

Ainsel kissed your forehead. 

“They wouldn’t let us be together,” he said, with clear disgust in his voice, “but it’s all better now. I think I’ll bury them beneath the rose bushes. My mother always liked roses.”

Your instinct was to escape and you thrashed in Ainsel’s arms, beating at his chest with your fists. 

“Shhh…shhh,” he hummed at you, “I didn’t mean to upset you, love. I should have guessed you’re sensitive…that’s sweet…Just calm down. I’ll take care of everything. You’ll never have another worry as long as you live.” 

Your breath kicked up and your heart pounded in your chest. 

“Ainsel,” you gasped, staring at him, your face cold with fear, “you’re- you’re a murderer!” 

He clucked at you, pressing you into his warm chest. 

“That’s such an ugly word. I don’t want to hear you say it again,” he corrected you while he stroked your hair, quite pleased with himself, “I did what I had to do to make sure we could be together. My parents were horrible people…the world won’t miss them.” 

“B-but…” you stuttered. 

“None of that,” he chided, silencing you with a heavy kiss. 

You froze against him, letting his mouth move over yours. His lips were warm, supple and you wanted so badly to give in. He was doing something to you, your body relaxing and your eyes fluttering as you tasted the mint of his mouth on your tongue. 

“You’re going to be a good little mate, aren’t you?” he asked, pulling away, “I won't have to lock you in the basement, will I?” 

You quickly shook your head, you didn’t want to be locked anywhere. 

He twisted his mouth at you. 

“Say, ‘No, my love.’” he ordered, his voice firm and with a bit more gravel than his usual tone. 

“Um…no…my love,” you repeated quietly. 

He rewarded you with a big smile. 

“You are a good little mate!” he beamed. 

You couldn’t stop your body from trembling in his arms. Would he kill you too if you didn’t behave? 

“Poor thing, you’re cold,” he pouted, “don’t worry I’ll keep you warm!” 

He carried you back to his bedroom, deciding to deal with the corpses in his pool later and set you down. Manipulating your stunned body like a doll, he unzipped your dress, letting the silky fabric pool at your feet. Pulling you back into his arms he tucked you under the large, warm comforter sliding in after you. His strong fingers made their way all over your body, greedily groping the bare flesh. He lay behind you, spooning you next to his larger form, while he sprinkled dappled kisses over your shoulders and neck. 

“That feels nice, doesn’t it?” he asked, lightly nibbling your shoulder. 

Terrified, you could only hum in agreement. 

“We’re going to have a long, perfect life together, aren’t we little mate?” he asked, his breath stirring the bits of loose hair tucked behind your ear and making tingles shoot up your spine.

You gasped on your words, scared and unsure what to say. 

“Just say ‘yes, my love’,” he whispered. 

“Yes, my love,” you finally agreed after a moment. 

“Good, little mate,” he purred, “you’re so obedient…we’re going to get along just fine.”

#unicorn #unicorn x reader #monster x reader #monster fluff #yandere male #yandere fluff #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere #male yandere #sfw fluff #fantasy fluff #fantasy romance #yandere romantic

[dearest-painter]

AHHHH YANDERE AND BULLY 2 OF MY FAV THINGS

can i request yan gray with a darling thats in a gang or they a big himbo (gender is up to you)

it ok if not lol and sry for bad spelling

Omfg yes I can!!! Also your spelling is good!! If you have any more ideas Anon please tell me!!!

Yandere Gary with a Himbo!Male!Reader

Summary:Everyone is in denial of Gary actually being in love with the school’s himbo. They don’t believe Y/N is good for him yet Y/N’s little head is filled with thoughts that Gary fills his head up with to make sure their together.

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Gary himself,Gary being a manipulative piece of shit,mentions of Gary giving Reader hickeys to show reader is his,Gary loves Reader in his own odd way even if it seems like he sees him like an object because he does,Homophobia is mentioned but I do not share the same ideology with that,Threatening,tell me if I need to ass anything more

-Gary saw you with the cheerleaders. The cheerleaders used you as a mannequin for makeup and he was very interested it by it so he waited when you were alone

-He originally made fun of you but the way you didn’t understand he was making fun of you made him think you were stupid which he is right!

-He stuck around you for fun but he didn’t like when people would touch you,talk to you,gift you stuff,or even joke that they were dating you! He got pissed off and Jimmy called him out for liking you.

-He knew he had to manipulate you so he can date you,he also made sure to slowly isolate you. You believed him when he said ‘Everyone just wants to use you but I don’t,you can trust me. I’ll protect you from their dark desires’ or ‘I’ll always be here with you unlike most people. So just stay by me and listen to me and you’ll be safe’ or ‘Your lucky to have me around,if I wasn’t around you,you’d be taken advantage of and used so be happy that I’m even around you!’

-When he finally knew you were mentally vulnerable he confessed. It was out the blue as he didn’t have this grand idea he just asked if you wanted to be his boyfriend. With all the stuff he’s said you said yes as he’s the only person who loves you…right?

-He made sure you two had all the same classes so he can help his stupid boyfriend. “Without me you’d be failing all your class! Aren’t you lucky to have me with you at all times?” “Mhm! Thank you hun! You really help me a lot!”

-You are big into pet names but he barely uses them unless it’s in private or ‘My man’ and that’s all. In private he calls you many pet names that are sweet but also insulting as it’s Gary

-He’s self aware and sadistic but wouldn’t really harm you. He’d only harshly grip your face but you think it’s just fun in games!

-He gives you love bites and hickeys to make sure people know your his,he has his own of course because he does ask you to give him some so that people know you two are a happy couple!

-Jimmy and Petey feel bad because they know your to stupid to know that Gary is toxic.

-Gary threatens people and also attacks people who tries to take you from him. He is very possessive and when you ask why you hurt them all he says is “They wanted to take you away from me and hurt you! I love you to much and wouldn’t allow them to do so!” Which in your eyes is pretty romantic.

-People make homophobic remarks at you two but since your two stupid to understand their being mean Gary puts them in their place.

-Cuddles happen a lot in private,he’s the big spoon but if he’s been extra pissed off and more jealous he’s the little spoon. Don’t you dare tell anyone you two cuddle because he doesn’t want anyone to know

-Overall Gary is an insane piece of shit who loves you in his very twisted and unhealthy ways while making sure you two will get marry.

#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #gif imagine #x male reader #male reader #yandere x male reader #yandere bully #bully x reader #gary smith x reader #yandere romantic #yandere romance #romantic yandere #himbo!reader #himbo reader

[deaddovedecadence]

Title: Greed

Warning(s): sukuna is himself, yandere themes, i don’t know but uh megumi refers to reader as useless while they’re sleeping

Summery: Megumi is the only one left awake after a fight with a special grade curse. He asks why. The answer changes everything

A follow up to this post

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Be greedy. Gojou sensei always tells him to be greedy. He refused, listened to the moral of a world he never belonged to and now he’s paying the price. Yuuji, Nobara and you are all stuck on hospital beds, completely passed out. He’s not sure how he got all of you out, how all of you are even alive, and there’s barely a scratch on him.

“It wasn’t your fault kid,” Shoko says softly, watching him watch some of the only people he’s ever loved lay motionless on beds, barely alive. He reaches out and touches your hair gently. It’s the same color as his well there isn’t a word for what Gojou Satoru is to him, even if he is your father.

He scoffs, says, “Then why aren’t I laying down with them? Why aren’t I hurt like they are?”

She shrugs at him, and to anyone else she’d be completely apathetic,, but he knows Shoko, grew up with her odd style of babysitting. She’s just as scared for him as she is for the others.

“Would you leave me alone with them?” He says quietly,, makes his face into something that most people would call guilt. She nods gently and leaves him alone in the room with his partners.

He gently moves Nobara’s hair away from her hair, and takes her emergency makeup remover out of her bag and carefully cleans her skin so she won’t wake up with a break out.

“Fushiguro Megumi,” Sukuna says, more gently then he’s ever heard the curse, “Do you know what you did?”

“No. Everything past Nobara going down is a blur.” The curse laughs softly. “More often then not, I’d force you into a deal with me for the information but I owe you a debt, and to give you this information is repayment. Are we in agreement?”

Megumi stares at the broken bodies of the people that he loves and nods. He doesn’t care in this moment. Satoru could snap and finally get rid of the higher ups and he would not give a shit.

“What happened Sukuna?”

The curse hums a laugh. “The hellbringer,” his nickname for you, “found out that there was a mission near by. I don’’t know why they chose to go on a mission that we both know they aren’t strong enough for but they did. The brat found out and took Nobara to go after them. No one told you.”

He cuts off Sukuna with a sharp, “I know that. What happened after Nobara went down?” Sukuna laughs, the sound rich and triumphant. “You called on your domain expansion.” He shrugs, “done that before, still dioesn’t explain why I’m not hurt.”

He gets a snap of teeth as a warning before Sukuna continues. “It wasn’t perfect work but it was beautiful. You summoned several demon dogs, and all at once all of your shikigami were attacking in tandem and you went after another curse with your blades. To say that you left a bloodbath in your wake would be an understatement.”

He waits for a few minutes, makes sure that Sukuna’s done talking before asking, “How did we all get back here?”

“You brought them back, used your ability to disappear into the shadows to warp. It was rather inventive. Ive never quite met a Zenin like you Fushiguro Megumi.”

Be Greedy.

Every single time they train together Satoru tells him this, tells him that he can not progress if he doesn’t get out of his head.

“I was greedy,” he says to himself, thinks of how desperate he was to get out of there with the people he loves, remember how he forgot about collaborate damage and trusted his technique to keep himself alive.

“Were you really?” A half amused, half furious voice drawls. He doesn’t turn around but doesn’t flinch when Satoru hooks his head on top of Megumi’s.

He doesn’t push the man’s hands away when he flicks the blood off of Megumi’s face. “I guess. I don’t remember much after Nobara went down.” It was like the haibara incident all over again he does not say. The higher ups have been after them all since each one of them has entered Jujitsu Society. He never met Nanami’s best friend but he knows the story well enough to know that it’s happening again.

“It was odd. Somehow inútil found out about a mission and decided to take it. Without them we could of handled it but we found them hurt and almost dead.”

He doesn’t have to move to turn to know the too smiley, absolute furious face that Satoru is making. “You’re certain that no one told them?”

“not as far as I know. The others know how to treat inútil.” even Yuuji with his bleeding heart knows that it isn’t safe for them on the battlefield, that it’s better for everyone if they’re safe at home.

Satoru is silent for a long moment before he says, very gently, “I’m going to go have a a talk with the higher ups,.”

“Leave a few for me would you? I have an idea I’d like to try.”

Satoru ruffles his hair as he leaves.

“Sukuna,” he says to the quiet room.

“Yes Fushiguro Megumi?”

“What would you want in exchange for training me?”

The curse grins something violent. “That’s easy, a night with you and the brats.”

“Consider it handled”

#romantic yandere #yandere romantic #jjk #yandere jjk #yandere fushiguro megumi #fushiguro megumi #fushiguro #fushiguro x you #megumi fushiguro #sukuna #yandere sukuna #yandere gojo #yandere gojo satoru #demon mode

[knullanon]

Hey. Could you maybe write a Yandere Bruce wayne x chubby reader? Like, she is really cute and doesn't get that such a personality like him has such big feelings for her. And maybe she don't want him because she don't want to be in the media? And he is like "Babygirl, you're mine and you come with me!" and the he kidnappes her? I hope you don't mind the Babygirl but I literally life for that 🤧

I'm so sorry this took like 2 years to make 😭😭😭

words: 495

warnings: drugging, kidnapping, lmk if I missed any!

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when he first sees you, he has to do a double take. literally blinks twice because he thinks he's just seeing things, but he wasn't obviously, so he had to look into you.

finds out everything about that same night. address, names, jobs, everything that he can find, he has it in a little folder just for you.

when he realized that his crush was turning into an obsession, he originally tried to ignore it but he realized that the more he ignored it the more it would bloom.

he eventually makes a plan on how to ask you out, what to order for dinner, where to go afterward, the whole night was going to be catered towards you.

but when he went to ask you... you rejected him.

originally, he thought you were joking. but after seeing your face, seeing you walk away from him...

it made him a little angry. maybe a little too much.

you didn't think anything of your rejection, simply because it's bruce wayne, he can get anyone he would ever want. you thought that he would forget about you, or that maybe it was just some joke. besides, you didn't like the fame, the media, everything was too much for you. you preferred your private lifestyle over his.

so when you woke up somewhere, that was too expensive, and definitely not your room, you thought the worst. the binds on your wrists and ankles were making you more fearful of why you were there and by whom.

and then bruce wayne shows up. all smiling and calm, compared to your frantic panic when you first woke up. he told you he was sorry for the restraints, but he didn't know how you would react.

you didn't want to be here. you wanted to go back home, back where you were safe and comfortable. but he told you that no one knew you were here, like it was some kind of comfort for you.

the first few days he couldn't really go near you without you either screaming at him or getting violent with him, but he kept going.

after a few days, if you continue to be violent and aggressive, he might give you something to calm down. nothing harsh, but just something to keep your mind off about your worries.

during this period, whether you became docile on your own or through drugging, he'll explain to you everything, how he knows you want to be kept out of the spotlight, how much he loves you, every question you have for him, every concern will be answered.

takes a very long time to get used to him, especially if he drugged you, but he wins you over. eventually.

if the rest of the family knows about you, they treat you with respect, but for the most part it's bruce who is there with you.

doesn't care about your looks or size, he'll always see you as his babygirl <3

~~~

i love you guys sm <3

#yandere bruce wayne #yandere bruce wayne imagine #yandere bruce wayne x reader #yandere batman #yandere batman x reader #yandere batman imagine #yandere dc #yandere dc comics imagine #yandere dc imagine #yandere dc x reader #yandere dc comics #yandere romantic #also apologies to everyone who has sent in an ask from 2021-2022 #theyre there dw but i am unmotivated 😭💀

[thetreefairy]

Save them

Since this is a combo with a platonic story, I will be writing it on this blog instead of @theextratreefairy, thank you so much for being my first request on Wattpad :D I will be doing this in a drabble fic with headcannons Readers quirk: healing and transferring injuries to enemies Since Reader's gender wasn't specified, they use they/them pronouns and are in a dorm that's between the boys and girls dorm.

Eraserhead couldn't believe what he was seeing, one of his students, L/n Reader, was healing themselves in their dorm after their home visit. "What the fuck is going on here?" Eraser couldn't believe what he saw, his student was covered in burn scars and wounds. He lost all his chill.

This caused Reader to jump in surprise. "Nothing!"

"This doesn't seem like some nothing!" Eraser shouted, causing everyone in the dorms to get rather curious. "What the fuck happened?!"

"It is nothing, Aizawa-sensei!" They shouted back. "I just got injured while playing with my cat yesterday!"

"You got a burn wound from playing with your cat?!"

"YES!" Reader shouted back, getting frustated. "Aizawa-sensei, I don't want to talk about it, just please." Reader looked frustated and this caused Aizawa to snap back into reality. "Reader, go to recovery girl, don't overuse your quirk."

"Alright, just no more questions alright?" Reader begged, they didn't want to explain this. They didn't want to get there parents in trouble as well.

"For today, we will get back onto this later." Aizawa tried to compromise, but leaving no room for discussion. "Alright, sir..."

When Reader left to recovery girl, Aizawa was immediately cornered by Class 1-A. "Aizawa-sensei, is Reader alright?" Midoriya asked, while Aizawa was getting about 100 questions thrown in his face. "Reader is getting abused, aren't they?" Shoto suddenly asked.

"Ha?" Bakugo asked out of surprise. "It is a possibilty." Aizawa agreed with Shoto. "I will be getting Present Mic to talk to them with Nezu."

"Can I speak to them as well?" Shoto asked. "I might have a way to make them spill everything."

And that happened, Reader spilled all the beans, told Shoto about all the abuse they went through. About how mad their parents were when they didn't get first in the sport festival.

What they didn't know however is that Shoto recorded the conversation and with the pictures Recovery girl took to see how well their scars 'recover'. It was enough to throw Reader's parents in Jail.

And they got adopted by our lovely couple Erasermic, who announced it to the public right away after the trail.

Class 1-A made sure that Reader was comfortable during the trail, but they weren't allowed outside. The reason they were given was: "The Press might swarm you with questions, that isn't good for your recovery." Which made sense, but Reader wanted to give their opinion. They wanted to tell the world what it did to them. But their friends are just doing this for their sake, right?

Reader honestly didn't know how to feel, their new parents were acting weird themselves. But they didn't abuse them, so it was alright, right?

In the end they will get the truth out of reader

They get the parents thrown into Jail

Class 1-A becomes extremely overprotective whenever Reader has missions or if they are on their team with mock training.

Erasermic adopts reader and become overprotective dicks

When Reader graduates they basically get forced to stay home for the rest of their lives while Class 1-A tries to get them to date on of them,

#yandere #male yandere #treefairy🧚‍♂️🍁 #yandere male #boku no hero x reader #yandere bnha #yandere mha #yandere dad #platonic yandere #yandere romantic #my hero academia #yandere my hero academia #yandere class 1a x reader #yandere class 1a #yandere erasermic #soft yandere #tw: abuse

[faesdreaming]

Addiction- Yandere Mafia Boss Sukuna x Reader

an: I do not condone this behaviour, this is purely fiction. Do not interact if you do not like it, or can’t stomach it.

tw: dark themes, yandere, mafia au, violence, possessive behaviour, toxic relationships, kidnapping, branding, captivity

Sukuna is a selfish man. He’s a self-absorbed, egotistical bastard. The devil himself, a wretch of a man who is ruthless in everything he does. His cruel touch has cursed the lives of many; killings and tortures all done in his name, by his order. Sukuna does as pleases, indulging in his greed. Yet he still yearns for more. He possesses a desire that will never be sated. There had been kindness within him, once. A different time; when the world had not exposed its evil to him. That warmth was extinguished with his mother’s dying breath, and there lay no hope of reviving it. Until he met you.

A puny thing really, compared to the low-levelled goon of his that was currently harassing you. Such a classless act being committed outside one his preferred establishments, it was irritating. He didn’t intend to save you; more so punish the lackey for his annoyance. You were a pathetic, pitiful, cornered creature, not worth any attention. Then, out of nowhere, you kicked him straight in the nuts. Sukuna was simultaneously surprised, impressed, and amused. Before the goon could actually harm you, Sukuna stepped in and knocked him out. You were shaking from shock and terror. However, when you looked up at him, there was no fear eyes, only gratitude. Perhaps that was the reason he played a gentle saviour. A reward, he decided, for the entertainment you provided. Escorting you to your car and watching you drive off in the old rusted thing should have been the end of the whole affair, but it wasn’t. You lingered in the back of Sukuna’s mind for days. You plagued his thoughts, haunting him. His interest evolved into a nagging curiosity, and regardless of how he tried to resist it, the urge to know more about you won out; and down the rabbit hole he fell.

It began with the discovery of your name. It was all Sukuna needed to know, the name of the person he’d saved, the name of the person who tormented his mind. Yet it was not enough. He had to know more. He uncovered every bit of your being, leaving nothing unknown; your address, your number, your favourite foods and activities, your deepest secrets, all known to Sukuna. The more he knew, the more the obsession grew. You were perfection incarnate. Something, someone, truly divine that had graced the world with their presence. He desired to possess that divinity, to possess you. You didn’t deserve him, not at all. Sukuna was a depraved being, unworthy of even being near you. Alas, fate was cruel, and Sukuna even crueler. He had to have you, and would do anything in pursuit of you. You lived in the seediest part of time, he reasoned, in a shabby apartment that you could barely afford. You needed him to keep you safe and protected, you needed to be saved. He had his most trusted men tail you while he prepared the most luxurious room for you; you deserved only the best after all. It took time, yet Sukuna pieced together a flawless plan. Soon you would be with him, where you belonged. And how he couldn’t wait for that day to come.

As time marched on slowly, Sukuna became increasingly impatient; the anticipation of your arrival into his arms was overwhelming. Once the day arrived he became more agitated than usual. He had yearned for this day, for you, and soon he would have you. Sukuna was halfway through a meeting when his phone buzzed. The moment he glanced down and the read the message he’d received, Sukuna swiftly exited the meet room, ignoring the shock of his underlings. You had been safely delivered to his estate, your new home. Sukuna sped home in his car, anticipation building up and threatening to boil over. When he finally arrived Sukuna rushed through the door, up the grand staircase, and navigated through the extensive maze of corridors to your designated room. Taking a baited breath, he carefully opened the door and set his eyes upon you.

There you lie, his darling, his beloved, the only thing that could ever invoke such weakness from him— and you were here, lying right in front of him. You were peacefully dozing off. Sukuna stayed by your side for who knows how long, watching the soft rise and fall of your chest. Then, your eyes twitched, fluttering open. You awoke disgruntled, initial confusion turning into panic at the realization that you weren’t in your apartment. Sukuna watched you for a moment, before deciding to grab your attention.

“So you’ve finally awaken, hm?” He hummed, watching as you slowly turn towards him. Your expression was akin to a frightened doe. Slowly, the gears turned in your head and you gaped in recognition, “You! Did you do this to me?!”

“As in returning you to where you belong? Yes, I did.” He replied neutrally.

“What the hell are you talking about,” you snarled. “Quite,” he ordered, dropping his neutral tone for a more menacing one. “You’re mine, I saved you didn’t I? You should repay the favour.” “Let me go!” You cry, struggling with all your might. “Please,” you beg as you finally break, beginning to sob. “Enough, there’s no need for that. As long as you behave, you’ll be rewarded.”

With that, Sukuna stalked out the room. He knew it would take time for you to adjust, after all anyone would react poorly to such sudden change. All Sukuna could do was wait, and he’d done so before. He wanted to own you not only in body, but in mind and soul as well. He yearned for a normal relationship with you— well, as normal as a relationship with him can be. So, he remained patient, albeit with much difficulty. Sukuna loves you so much and he knows, he knows, he must be understanding of your feelings, yet he cannot impede his desire for you, for your warmth and kindness, for everything and anything but the fear you display. He wants for you to not cower when you see him. He wants for you to tremble nervously. He wants you to not look at him with the terror and hatred that others do. Sukuna wants— no he needs you to love him as he loves you, to devote yourself to him as he’s done for you. And he will do anything to attain that, even it requires him to wait forever.

Then again, perhaps that patient leniency is what lead to this situation in the first place, Sukuna muses to himself. You kneel in front of tears pooling at your eyes, false apologies spilling out of your lips. His indulgence of you had lead to your attempt to leave him, to abandon him just as everyone else had. Perhaps you weren’t an angel then, rather you were a demon; a sultry temptress sent to corrupt him further, to ensnare him in your web of lies and devour him whole. Well, you’d succeeded. He’d gone soft for you, for his precious, sweet thing. But now you’d revealed your true nature. You did not need his protecting, no you needed him to correct you. He would purify you, lead you into the light, into his light. Yes, he was your saviour and this was all done for you, for your betterment. Sukuna feels a twisted pleasure blossoming in his heart, your “corrections” would begin now.

“Please Sukuna, please. I’m sorry, I really am so sorry,” you plead, sniffling and hiccuping slightly, “I won’t do it again, I swear!”

Sukuna looks down at you, smiling unnervingly. Gently, he kneels, reaching down to wipe the tears from your right eye, and coos down at you, “Don’t worry, my love. I won’t hurt you. How could I? I love you more than life itself. I cherish you more than anything in this world.” You nod tentatively, lulled by his low and kind tone and sweet words. “But, you’ve been thoroughly ungrateful. Behaving so poorly, and now this. I don’t blame you, of course. It’s my fault after all. I failed to teach you properly, so now I must rectify this mistake. This will merely be a small lesson my love, done for your sake, not mine.”

With that, Sukuna stood up. He towers above you, like a god, your god. You stopped crying, the tears sticking to your face, making your cheeks ans eyes red, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. You look adorable like this, thought Sukuna, still smiling. His smile grew almost sadistic as he gestured towards his men. You furrowed your brows in confusion, most liking wondering what he meant by “lesson.” Your eyes dart around the room, trying to comprehend what was happening. Then, you spot it; a branding iron. You shriek, attempting to run but a few muscular guards hold you down. You thrash around wildly, begging and screaming. A scene truly oscar worthy in Sukuna’s opinion, though it didn’t invoke any pity from the guards. Finally, you turn to him.

“Sukuna don’t! Please, I beg of you! I’ll behave, I promise. I’ve learned my lesson I swear! I only need you, I only love you!” You screech, pleadingly. Sukuna hums, unaffected by your display. He rips off the section of your shirt covering your lower back. He traces some letters onto the bare skin. Reaching out his arm to receive the branding iron, he tuts, “Ah, but darling, how could you have learned a lesson that I am yet too teach? You must not lie, although we shall save that lesson for another time. Today’s lesson is on who you belong too: me.”

Carefully, Sukuna lined the branding iron up perfectly. And then he brought it down on you. You let out a blood-curdling scream, howling and writhing in pain as your skin sizzled delightfully. Sukuna held it place for a good few seconds before removing it. Grinning, he read and reread the “property of Sukuna” that had been burned into your skin. Proof of his ownership over you that was permanently imprinted into your skin. You continued to wriggle and sob from the searing pain. This, Sukuna thought in full confidence, was a lesson that neither of you would forget. Sighing contently, he rang a bell, summoning your personal servants, or babysitters.

“Allow the brand to fully set in. Do not cause additional pain, but do not relieve the current pain they’re feeling either. Disobey and you will be severely punished, understood?” He ordered, darkly. The maids nodded and carefully carried you out the room. Sukuna turned around, glaring sharply, “Well then, out! All of you!”

His men scrambled out of the room, unwilling to fave their boss’s wrath should they disobey. Alone, Sukuna poured himself a whiskey and relished in the pleasure he received from your “lesson.” He needed to own you, to have you. To be the only one who could love you, who could hurt you; it would be him and him alone. It was not love he felt, it was an addiction, to you. An addiction that he must feed, Sukuna mused as he thought about more “lesson” plans. After all, he had promised to teach you about the wrongs of lying.

#yandere romantic #yandere sukuna #yandere sukuna x reader #yandere jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere jjk x reader #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #mafia au #jjk mafia au #yandere #mafia #yandere x reader #yandere jjk sukuna #yandere sukuna ryomen #yandere sukuna ryoumen #yandere sukuna ryomen x reader #yandere sukuna ryoumen x reader #yandere ryomen sukuna #yandere ryomen sukuna x reader #yandere ryoumen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna ryoumen x reader #possessive sukuna

[poisonousroxstar]

Bite-sized Imagine:

Obsessive yandere Teruteru with an S/O who doesn't mind

Request: "Hi, this is a little bit of a specific request. If you don't mind, could you do Yandere Teruteru headcanons with a S/o who doesn't mind Teruteru's clingy and obsession nature?" - @self-shipping-freak

Plot summary: Teruteru is clingy. Yandere Teruteru is even clingier. How will he react to you not minding his clingy and obsessive nature at all? (Romantic)

This Contains: Yandere themes (receiving), inappropriate touching (receiving/giving).

Note: though I won't be writing for Danganronpa anymore, or at least for the time being, I'm gonna try and get everything out of the way!

Teruteru is a very delusional yandere who absolutely believes you two are soulmates. Sure, he was a bit of a flirt and promiscuous man to other people, but it's different now, he has you! And you being so accepting of his obsessive touching and dreamy state just further solidifies this belief.

Expect so much more physical affection after this. He will constantly be touching you in some way, either on the arm, the leg, the ass, everywhere!

He'll be oh so romantic, setting up a beautiful candlelit dinner with the dishes you love most cooked and presented to absolute perfection. In return, he only wants a good time together, maybe a kiss here and there. Maybe more~.

He'll do some pretty clingy things in thanks to your indifference to his clinginess, but he'll always ask and make sure you're comfortable. He's crazy, but he's not that creepy... sometimes. Other times he is, and isn't timid at all about his physical desires. He has no shame when it comes to you, absolutely none. He wants the world to know that you want him, and he wants only you.

Overall, things will go surprisingly smoothly with a Teruteru who has tolerant Darling. Just be aware, he'll get even more delusional with a darling like this. You two are soulmates, and not even God could deny that.

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[eccentrickiwi12]

🔥An Inconvenient Flame🔥[1]

“FUCK YOU PHANTOM!!”

“I mean, if you insist~”

The masked hero feels his cheeks warm up slightly, the Villain laughing at his discomfort. The two adversaries stared each other down from opposite buildings. On one stood the villain named Phantom, the most dangerous villain in Japan. Clad in a black suit, a mask over his mouth kept hidden away most of his identity. He was known for pulling off crimes of mass proportion. For example, the crime he had just committed was blowing up each bank in Tokyo. He had the power to become one with shadows, being able to do almost anything in the darkness. This always caused our hero to have trouble catching him. On the opposite end stood the vigilante known as Blaze. Blaze wore a tight spandex suit around most of his frame, slits littered all over the attire. He was able to cause tiny bursts of flames to come from his body. People started calling him Blaze after his first appearance, showing up with sparks crackling all over his body.

“Are you just going to stand there or actually fight me, hothead~?”

Blaze jumps from the building, quickly activating sparks underneath his feet to propel him forward. His fist suddenly has flames flying from it, aiming directly for his advisories’ face. Phantom quickly rolls to the side and disappears into the darkness. Blaze swiftly turns around, narrowly dodging a shadowy arm. The mass of shadows disappears again, Blaze keeping his guard up.

“Why don’t you just join me, Blaze? We could take over this city together, it would be a lot of fun!! Who would be able to stop us?”

“Only I can stop you and I’m going to keep it that way! I won’t convert over to the dark shadow you cast upon this city!!”

The mass of shadows quickly wraps around Blaze, him immediately struggling. After a few seconds, the mass forms into the Phantom. His arms were wrapped around the hero’s waist, him nuzzling his face into the hero’s shoulder. One of the Phantom’s hands slowly travels upwards, causing the hero’s face to change to a light shade of pink.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

“I want you to come over to my side, I hate having to fight you…”

Blaze feels the villain's breath on his neck, becoming more flustered. Phantom grazes his teeth on Blaze’s collarbone, him feeling even more uncomfortable and flustered. The Villain smirked at the vigilante turning into putty before him. His hand travels a bit too far low, causing the masked hero to let out an unsavory sound. The Villain chuckled into his neck, loving every second of this.

“Well-l, I’m going to make sure you are brought to justice!!”

“Well, guess I’ll go with plan B then.”

Blaze feels a sudden prick in his neck, trying to get away from the sensation. Once the vile was empty, the Phantom laughs echoes around the area as he fades into the shadows. Blaze collapses to the ground, a hand on his neck as he tries to calm down the blush on his face.

“What the hell was that about?”

He slowly gets to his feet, trying to compose himself and figure out what plan the Phantom was going with.

“Shit, now I got to go looking for him. God damnit!!”

Blaze drags his feet away as he grumbles, not happy for the overtime he has to do. He slumps over the building, dragging his feet across the night sky as he begins his search. By early morning, the hero’s eyes can barely stay open as he hides behind his apartment building. Behind the dumpster, he quickly grabs his spare set of clothes and transforms back into (Y/N). He speeds walk over to the backdoor of his building, making sure to use a shopping bag to hide his hero wear. As he walks in, a few people stand around the elevator.

“Did you see? Blaze didn’t catch the Phantom again and didn’t help reconstruct the banks!!”

“Yea!! If you ask me, we should just get rid of him and have the Government solve the issue.”

(Y/N) grumbles under his breath, tired of hearing how ungrateful people were of him. A ding could be heard from the elevator as (Y/N) drags his feet over. He pushes his floor button and begins to descent upwards. Once the doors creak open again, he walks to his door. Fumbling for his keys, he finally opens the creaky door.

“If people only knew Blaze was a college student.”

(Y/N) chuckles to himself then throw his body on the old couch he and his roommate share. His roommate was a party animal, always coming home drunk and typically bringing someone with him. Today was one of the days (Y/N) didn’t have to deal with classes, making it more of a relaxing day. He reaches over to the remote on the coffee table, then flicks on the news channel.

“Last night, vigilante Blaze was seen battling against the Phantom. Once again, he was unable to catch the villain. Citizens are slowly getting restless as he continues his destruction. Here are Jonathan’s thoughts on last night.”

“Thank you, Cathy. Now then, my thoughts on last night. Blaze is a disgrace to the city!! He hasn’t caught the Phantom after fighting him for over a year!! He continues to allow destruction to our beautiful city and I don’t think we should allow Blaze to continue pursuing him!! He just runs around and does what he wants!! Shouldn’t he be held accountable? My idea is that he should join the Police and get proper-“

(Y/N) changes the channel, tired of hearing an old man shout at him. He was currently in College to study law to help his career in being a hero, but no one knew except him.

“Reasons I’m going to College, asshole.”

The day seems to quickly move by as (Y/N) naps on the couch, trying to get an ounce of sleep again before tonight. At eight o’clock, he groans as his eyes open. His body feels off from before, feeling slightly tired and sickly. He pushes himself off the couch, shaking as he stands. One step forward and he collapses to the floor, groaning on impact.

“Shit, I’ve never been this weak! Maybe I pushed my body too much or caught an illness.”

He forces himself to get up and begins walking again, his legs feeling like jelly. He makes his way to the door, stumbling slightly. (Y/N) then makes his way outside, wondering where all of his classmates are. Benches once used were empty, no parties were heard. (Y/N) shrugs his shoulders and hops behind the trash bin, changing back into his hero wear. He then tries to activate his powers, only getting tiny sparks as a response. He huffs and tries harder, then getting his typical amount of flames. He soars into the air and looks across the city, confused by how quiet it is. He makes his way across and looks everywhere until he finds a massive crowd of people in the park. In the center, stood the Phantom. He looked as if he was talking with the people, all of them seeming to agree with what he says. He then points straight at Blaze, all the citizens following his point. All of them shout at the hero, some in anger and some in pity. Blaze looks confused at the citizens as Phantom grabs a megaphone.

“Blaze, everyone in the city has agreed to remove you from being a hero. If you stop your heroic work, I’ll stop my villainy forever.”

Blaze looks shocked as the Phantom hands the megaphone to the mayor. The mayor straightens her dress and takes a deep breath.

“We’re sorry Blaze, it just is such an amazing deal that we had to take it into consideration!”

Blaze clenches his teeth, sweat dripping down his body. He then decides to walk down to the podium, cheers being heard from all around. As he lands on the Podium, he struggles to stand a bit. The Phantom suddenly grabs his shoulders and pulls him in front of everyone.

“Now then, show the city who you actually are!!”

Blaze nods, clenching his teeth even tighter. He reaches for his mask and pulls it down, all camera crews focusing on his face. (Y/N) held back his tears as the city looked in shock, pity, or anger. 

“(Y/N) (L/N), you’ll no longer act as a hero to this city. If you are caught using your powers to stop any villains, you’ll be arrested for your actions.”

News teams tried to get as close as possible to the podium, wanting to get (Y/N)’s input. Everything seemed to meld together for (Y/N), becoming a mass of noises and sounds. His body seems to falter slightly, his eyes seeming to begin to close. The crowd gasps as (Y/N) falls to the floor, the Mayor quickly rushing over to him. (Y/N) pants slightly from how hot he felt, feeling almost as his whole body was on fire. He’s never experienced this before since he was always immune to the heat. As his eyes close, the Phantom smirks at his disheveled state. Flashing lights could be seen in the distance, until (Y/N) feels arms pick him up. His eyes shoot up on instinct and peer at the Phantom, horror being plastered on his face. Gasps and screams can be heard through the crowd, (Y/N)’s ears ringing from the noises. 

“…Plan B is working great!”

(Y/N)’s head rolls to the side, looking at all of the distressed citizens. Shadows grabbed and slaughtered people around them, blood splattered against the ground. (Y/N) stared in horror as his world faded from his vision, only hearing one more thing from the Phantom.

“Now, we can rule this city together~”

Hello! So I’m going to be posting stories from my Quotev on here! I hope you guys enjoy these! This is my furs Tumblr post so I hope you enjoy it!

#yandere #male yandere #yandere villain #yandere romantic #romance #hero x villain #x reader #male reader #gay men #gay yandere

[lolita-lollipop]

broken glass

UVOGIN X READER

warnings: yandere(stalking implied), reader is not okay, bad upbringing, kidnapping.

Kinda long but it’s okay

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Ever since you were nothing but a child, the world had chosen to bring you misfortune. A dead mother, a father who is would love you if alcohol didn’t exist, a lack of friends, or family, or anybody who cared.

Your life was an endless cycle of misery and misfortune. You were cursed with the worst luck possible.

As a girl you were bullied, living in a small town the knowledge that your mother was killed brutally spread fast, and the kids at school would take anything to fuck somebody up. It only got worse when your dad did nothing to stop it. So you grew up an outsider, somebody completely alienated from the rest of the people your age.

The worst part about it, was that there was nothing you could do to fix it. You were strong enough to fight them back and win, nor were you smart enough to get them caught by the schools or their parents. So you had to live with it.

Your unlucky tendencies carried with you all the way into adulthood. You had somehow managed to get into a good college, miles and miles away from your small hometown, where your past couldn’t follow you. But by that time you had no clue how to socialize like a normal person, so you only made a few friends in your first year. Even so, your life was going better than it ever had, you had more friends than you’d ever accomplished to make in your childhood, your roommate cared for you, being much older and much wiser. And you were happy.

Then, you got a call. From the exact person you had been avoiding since you stepped foot out of that awful town. That awful place.

“Y/n… I’m sick” your father sounded older, his voice was scratchy and weak now. Probably from the endless amount of cigarettes he smoked, you knew that your dad would never call you unless he actually needed you. He hadn’t even tried to contact you since you left, barely caring enough to send you a happy birthday text. You were a last resort to him, that much you knew for certain.

“And.”

“I need you to come back. To come home. My legs, my legs don’t work anymore. Please baby…I miss you.” You could hear the lies dripping from every word he spoke, that’s the sweet tone you had only ever heard from your father when he wanted something. Usually it was something as minuscule as money or whiskey or weed. Like usual, he knew you didn’t know how to say no to him when he dangled that ghost of affection in your face. And like usual, you chased after it like an idiot.

That’s what you were, an idiot. You knew ut, your father knew it. Who would go back to a life of misery, back to a town filled with only sad memories, of pain. Who would be stupid enough to fall for the manipulation of an old man who barely raised you? You would.

So, you packed your stuff up from your dorm, opting for the online classes your college offered. And prepared for the long drive home in an old car you bought for half the already low price.

And here you were. Standing in your local grocery store , in your pajamas, trying to decide if you had enough money for snacks for the drive home. Bags under your eyes from sleepless nights, a heavy weight pulling down on your shoulders as you accepted your fate, doomed to a small town full of bullies and lying snakes.

The melancholy of your situation weighed down on you, showing on your face, the frown lines deepening as you sucked yourself deeper into a depressive black hole. Blankly staring at the small bags of corn chips and popcorn, you let your shoulders sag. Exhaustion reading on your posture. You didn’t know how long you were standing there, nor did you care. Not until a string band tapped your shoulder a few times, sending your head to snap up, and your eyes to snap out of it.

“You alright there doll? Ya look a little bit… dead” a gruff voice spoke, it was scratchy and rough. Not in the way your fathers was (withered with age and years of vices), but natural. Husky. Pulling yourself up from your spacing out, you straightened your back, screaming your neck up to see him. The man was fucking giant, taller than anybody you had ever seen before, with tattoos speckling his neck and arms. You stood there for a few moments, staring in awe at the man whom you hadn’t realized was actually pretty terrifying in person. Maybe you were just tired, or stressed, or scared, but the way he stared made you want sink into your own skin and disappear. It was unsettling, how his stare weighed down on your shoulders and pulled you back away from him.

“Uhh- Yeah man. I’m good.” You spoke in your quiet voice, pulling your shoulder as far away from his hand as you could. You sent him a tight lipped smile, and returns to your decision between what bagged snack you would pick. You tried to ignore him, who stayed put in his spot next to you despite your obvious dismissal to his advance on a conversation.

You spotted him in your peripheral vision, staring at you. That heavy feeling never left you, and the longer the giant man stayed there, the heavier and heavier it weighed down.

“The popcorn is gross here. It comes stale even in a sealed bag. I wouldn’t get it if ya don’t wanna feel sick tommorow” he spoke again, leaning down to be at your eye level. You glanced back at him, remaining indifferent despite your ever-quickening heartbeat. His eyes were still focused on yours, while your pen glanced over his physical appearance.

It wasn’t just his height that made yoh hneasy, he was wide in a muscular way, with a beard that put the men of your hometown to shame. There were slight twinges of Greg throughout his long hair, and while he was well kept and smelled nice, he had messy, almost unhinged undertone. And yoh had managed to gather all of that without even talking to him much. You gave another right smile, before throwing the chips back and placing the popcorn in your basket (doing it almost to spite the man) among the advil and energy drinks. You almost missed the way his eyes scanned over your cart. Almost.

“Thanks” with that, you were off, trudging your way to the front of the store with your basket in tow, you heard a pair of heavy footsteps behind you, and the cashier glanced up for a couple seconds. A recognizable look of fear flashed on her face for no longer than a moment, before the bells of the front doors let out a cheery jingle. And the man was gone.

The repetitive beep of the checkout machine rang through the storefront, as the woman made no move to strike up a conversation with you, her eyebags sinking almost worse than your own. You had almost worked here at some point, when you first arrived to the big city. You were glad you didn’t now, as you didn’t want to be subjected to whatever this pooor woman clearly had been through.

She just kept beeping through your groceries, bagging them up, and setting them off to the side for you to grab. When she was finally finished she placed the pricing machine down and stared at yoj like she was waiting for something, you pulled your card out of your pocket and gave it to her, but she immediately handed it right back. You sighed, partially in confusion and partially of exhaustion. Of all times, now was not the moments for somebody to mess with you, at two AM at a stupid grocery store. You stared right back as she held the card out to you, waiting for you to grab it.

“He paid for your shit. Just take it”

Huh

Strange.

———

That night you went home with a weird feeling in your stomach, you know when something feels like it’s gonna go wrong? Yeah. That. You chose to blame it on your father, knowing that you would not be met with a joyful arrival home.

The feeling stuck with you all along the drive to your little stupid house in the middle of nowhere, the popcorn you had bought did actually end up being gross, but it didn’t change the satisfaction you got from denying that man of you following his advice. Your radio was cutting in and out, your car was on the verge of breaking down, and your ac didn’t work anymore, leaving you sweaty and sticky in your car.

You weren’t wrong in assuming that it wouldn’t be a happy “welcome home”, it would’ve been nice yeah, but it wasn’t a surprise when you pulled up to your house and there was no short outside. The dead grass of your front yard, and withering plants of what once was your guarden spoke for itself how your father had been taking care of the property. Leafy vines had started to overtake the front wall of your home, the place looked abandoned. Sad.

After a few deep breaths of preparation for whatever fight that was about to come, you hopped out of your truck and began the short truck to your front door. The small glass frame above it was smashed with many small cracks across the surface.

It was sad really. The house once looked somewhat presentable, none of the houses in the area looked to be well kept or highly perfected in the visual category, they never looked that way, but at least you could tell it was a home for someone whether it be the old lady next door with kids who don't care about her and more debt she could handle, or the couple across the street you used to hear screaming at each other through the night. Somebody really lived in those homes, your house looked like an empty shell.

The pavement leading up to the front door was cracked and probably permanently stained with dirt or paint or blood or alcohol, the little garden you used to try to keep alive while you were little was shriveled and blackened by the sun, no lights were on in the house, and it was dead silent. You hated this place, you hated that you were back here, you hated that you still cared for this empty pit of shame and misery of a home. Cared for a man that had hurt you so very many times.

Approaching the door, you didn't even care to knock or ring the bell, the electricity in your house had long been cut off so it wouldnt matter, and if your father was expecting you he wouldnt mind if you just walked in. It was your house, anyway. Placing your hand on the doorknob, you let a deep breath calm down your running heart and pushed it open.

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Unsurprisingly, the house was dead silent, a creak resonating through the open space as the noise bounced wall to wall. You could hear your heartbeat as you walked over the rest of the broken glass from the window, leaving quiet crunches under your feet. Just breathing the air in your home sent awful memories of childhood to race across your brain, it smelled like your dad, like alcohol and cigarettes and unhappiness and anger. It even looked miserable in here, almost just as bad, if not worse, than outside.

Flicking on your phone flashlight, little flecks of broken glass reflected the light, they were scattered across the entire house, maybe from the broken front window, maybe from other windows in the house. Your dad was never one for cleaning, knowing him he must've gotten upset and broken a couple. With no one else to clean it, he probably left it there. That's how he is, how he's always been. Why did you love him? How stupid were you?

“Dad?” you called, but it echoed through the home. You now realize just how empty it truly was, no more furniture was scattered here or there or anywhere, it was just empty and sad. Fitting. Really fucking fitting.

“Dad? You called me?” You called once more, still only getting the creaks of the old house in return. You took another deep breath, the smell was starting to get to you, this was supposed to be easier for you now, you were an independent woman now, and the smell of your childhood home shouldn't have you spiraling like it did. You shouldn't have come here.

“I drove all the way out here for you. If you weren't gonna show you could've just called me. Go to hell, asshole.” still awaiting an answer. You knew he wasn't here, and you certainly knew it was stupid to talk to an empty house, but you wasted gas and good money for this. Wasted money on a man who didn't even care enough to show his face. Wasted money to go back to a life you've been clawing to escape from.

You didn't even realize you were crying until you felt the tears start to roll down your cheeks.

It hurt to be here, genuinely, the floors felt like they were trying to soak you up and suffocate you, the walls felt like they were closing in, and the ceilings felt like they were slowly crushing you. What were you supposed to do? You spent so long running away from this place, how could you let yourself be dragged back here, especially for no reason?

Your eyes fell to your feet, sucking in air as best as you could, you tried your hardest to keep your soft cries from turning into sobs. There wasn't anybody to hide your tears from, but it felt wrong, you shouldn't let yourself be this upset. You know.

Your cries halted when you spotted a dark patch of carpet in between the space where your feet were planted, not tears or water or even alcohol, it was bright red. Blood, and not the kind that's gone brown because it's been sitting for so long. This was new, recent blood. The dead silence of the house now had you frozen in spot. Could somebody have broken in? Your eyes followed a now obvious trail of spots leading toward your mom's old bedroom.

They slept in different rooms before she died, whether it was because they hated or other or were scared of each other (or both) he never went in there. Never.

You should leave. Shouldn't you? You should leave, he's not your problem anymore, he abandoned you when you were little, and kicked you to the curb. He deserved whatever was coming to him, he had it coming. You should leave, you should leave, you should leave, you should leave.

…

But you can't.

Even though you were actively willing to run out the front door, you just couldn't find it in you to leave. Pathetic. You knew, but this is how it was, this is how it was always meant to be. He calls and you answer, no matter how fucked up it was.

So, instead of making a haste bolt for the door or any of the broken windows, you slowly crept closer and closer to the bedroom where you said goodbye to your mother, your breath was shallow and unmanageable, almost worse than your uncontrollable heartbeat, whatever was behind the door was surely not pretty.

It took you a few moments to work up the courage to even touch the doorknob, hand quivering along the way there. You waited, the last time you were in this room was over 10 years ago, you couldn't even remember what it looked like, what your mother looked like. You were being stupid weren't you, it was just a room, probably empty by now, furniture either stolen or sold like the rest of the house. inhaling, you twisted, and pushed the door open.

To reveal… absolutely nothing. Just an empty room with the same exact smell as the rest of the house, a puddle of blood sat in the middle of the room, but nobody, no person or animal or thing that could bleed. Just an empty, meaningless room. Just like the rest of the house. You let out a sigh of relief at the uneventfulness of the failed search, that wasn't so bad, you were fine.

Were you? A loud creak echoed through the short hallway behind you, and you made a motion to turn around.

Hands were on you before you could even breathe again. One covering your mouth, and one firmly planted on your shoulder. Huge hands, bigger than your fathers for sure, calloused and strong, scarily strong. Whoever this was smelled familiar, vaguely familiar, not like someone you knew closely. The shock from him grabbing you forced your phone to fall out of your grip. Oh god, oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god

You should have gone home, you should've cursed out your father and left. You shouldn't have been curious or caring or kind… you lived in a bad neighborhood, people died left and right, and the police couldn't give less of a shit what happens here. You were going to die, you were going to die in the same house you grew up in, the same house you cried and hurt and screamed in. What a sad ending, to think you were finally starting to get your life on somewhat of a track, only to die at the hands of a stranger. Fuc-

“Stop thinking so hard, I’m not gonna hurt you” a gruff voice spoke behind you, deep and dark and powerful. You started crying the second he spoke, your heart beating faster than your body should be able to take. Whoever this was, was not somebody you would ever want to mess with, they sounded more authoritative than you could ever even wish to be. You couldn't stop your heart from clenching out of fear, couldn't stop the tears from dripping down your face, couldn't breathe right.

“You don't need to cry… I said I wasn't gonna hurt you” One of his fingers strayed from your mouth to wipe tears away, but it did nothing to stop fear from overtaking your senses or forcing out sobs and cries from your lips. You were positive that your entire body was quivering and shaking, you couldn't feel it, too scared to think about anything other than death, but you knew it was naturally happening. You heard him let out a sigh from behind you (even his breathing was harsh and rough) before his arm hooked under your knees and pulled you flush against him.

“I’ve never been this close to you before, I’ve been waiting for this one for a while. We met when we were kids ya know, you looked so… empty, miserable, tired, fucking empty. You still do, you're just better at hiding it. I've been watching, it since then. You're just too nice for your good.” your cries increased as he spoke, you didn't struggle or scratch or scream, just cried. He was too strong for it to matter if you did.

He chuckled as you kept crying, by now he had begun to walk to the front door.

“Don't make a scene, if anybody notices, they're dead.” The words he spoke were so nonchalant, but still so terrifying that it had you struggling to breathe. He broke the front door open with his foot and pushed his way through the doorway, he hit his head on the top as he went through, that must be why the glass was broken.

You were frozen in his arms as he continued to carry you, the sun now lit up your surroundings, showing exactly who your captor was, now it made sense why you mildly recognized him. He was the man from the grocery store, you should've known by the way he spoke, you should've recognized that voice anywhere. HE caught your gaze as you stared at him, giving you a toothy smile. His canines were scarily sharp, and now that you can get a closer look this man was even more terrifying. His bear, his eyes, his teeth, everything about him screamed danger. You stiffened as you stared at him, why why why why why why why You shouldn't have fucking come here.

“Quit looking so scared of me. God you're stiff as a board, I forgot how jumpy you were. It's been a while since I’ve seen you this scared, not since the incident at the coffee shop-” Who does he think he is? Talking just like he knows you like he's had any kind of conversation with you before that wasn't about popcorn at a stupid stupid grocery store. What were you supposed to do? You fully believed that he was the type of man to kill anybody who tried to stop him, even then nobody would (people in this neighborhood learned to keep their mouths shut), and he was much much stronger than you. You just… you just had to give up. There was no winning, not against him, not here.

The thought alone made you want to curl up and die.

Pathetic.

“Don't worry though, You're scared and I get it. But you'll get used to me. I’ll treat you real good, buy you things you’ve never had before. “ Your breath hitched and you quivered as he continued to blabber on and on about what kind of house he had, he tucked you into the passenger seat of some kind of black fancy car, got into the driver's seat, and proceeded to drive away—no more explanation than that. You couldn't do anything more than stare at him with those wide eyes of yours, he was watching you too intensely for you to try and throw yourself out of the car, and even then you doubted you would get very far before he caught you.

So you awkwardly sat in the leather seats of the fancy-ass car, tears still freely flowing as you sat, waiting for this man to take you to some alleyway and murder you. You picked at your fingernails, eyes darting around the interior of the car, it was clean and neat and looked to be stupidly expensive, everything that man wasn't. Who is that man anyway?

Almost as if reading your mind, the man brought a hand up to wipe the tears from your face, only to end up cupping your cheek and staring at you for a while as he drove.

“The name’s Uvogin, and I’m madly in love with you”

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Hey pookie s I’m back, this has been in my wanna write list for a LONG time. But it’s now so it’s fine. I’m kinda weak in the knees for the entire phantom troupe so tell me what you think.

Sorry for the long delay:) but I’m back now

Have a great day today, bye!

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[merchen-aeravellae]

Under your balcony

Warnings: suicide, arranged marriage, manipulation, stalking, use of poisons

The beautiful city of Valvevia hides more than great museums and palaces that people can admire during the day, it also hides desperate monsters that hide at night without anyone observing them.

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Desperate Romantic Yandere who is supposed to hate you, after all, both families have been enemies for centuries and it doesn't seem like that situation will change anytime soon.

Desperate Romantic Yandere who couldn't help but have a crush on you since you two were teenagers, always looking for an opportunity to be close to you or to be noticed.

Desperate Romantic Yandere who already has all his friends annoyed, he only talks about you day, afternoon and night, and even when he sleeps, you are the only thing on his mind.

Desperate Romantic Yandere who infiltrates your family's parties just to see you up close, but he is careful that the rest of your family does not notice his presence, he would not like you to see him while he fights with a relative yours.

Desperate Romantic Yandere who can't help but feel bitter and at times angry, if only the two families were not in disputes and fights all the time, he would have already asked for your hand in marriage a long time ago.

Desperate Romantic Yandere who thinks you might be interested in him too, in his mind there is no other man who loves you as much as he loves you and that should be one of the reasons why he is the one for you.

Desperate Romantic Yandere who is oblivious to the fact that you also hate his family, including him, that you would rather jump off a bridge or stick a sword in your heart than date him voluntarily.

Desperate Romantic Yandere who sneaks into your house every night to be able to watch you under your balcony wishing he could watch you before going to sleep.

Desperate Romantic Yandere who once tried to recite a poem to you under your balcony and having the moon as a witness, described the eternal love that he felt for you and that he wanted nothing more than to be by your side for all eternity.

Desperate Romantic Yandere who ended up running if he didn't want to end up with a pot on his head, in his hideout he could hear you yelling curses and threats, but that didn't make him fall in love less, quite the opposite.

Desperate Romantic Yandere who can also be very manipulative and unstable, and that side of him came out when he found out that your family were planning to marry you to the son of a marquis, his room became a mess after hearing the news.

Desperate Romantic Yandere thought of a thousand ideas to avoid that marriage, but nothing seemed good enough.

Desperate Romantic Yandere had an idea when one of the many nights of visiting you under your balcony, he dazzled a young woman who was walking near where he was.

Desperate Romantic Yandere who recognized the young lady, it was your younger cousin who he had only heard very little about her and who at that moment he had decided to use her as a pawn to get to his lover, you.

Desperate Romantic Yandere who began to court her in secret, filling her with "love" and gifts, reciting poems about a future together and pouring out all a passionate love poems that are really for you, refuses to write poems for another person that is not you.

Desperate Romantic Yandere who can't help but laugh maliciously, in less than 3 weeks he made this woman fall at his feet begging for more of his love, every day he was closer to reaching the last facet of his plan.

Desperate Romantic Yandere who convinces her that everyone wants to separate them when in fact no one but them knows about their "relationship" and that they should go to more extreme measures to avoid being separated, he tells her that they should commit double suicide.

Desperate Romantic Yandere who advised her to write a letter describing how she had fallen madly in love with a member of the enemy family excluding his name, he would not risk them discovering his plan, much less you and that they had decided of their own free will to end their lives so as not to have to live another day without each other.

Desperate Romantic Yandere who gives her the white widow poison, a poison so deadly that the person dies in minutes without a cure to reverse the effect, convinces her that after her, he will also take the poison a lie and while he watches her die, thinks about who will be the poor soul of his own family who will take the role of the unfortunate lover.

Desperate Romantic Yandere who chooses his older cousin, if he disappeared, Desperate Romantic Yandere would be the next on the list to be the successor to take the title of duke, that would give him more advantage in being able to be with you.

Desperate Romantic Yandere who watches with joyful eyes as the city of Valvevia goes into a state of panic when they discover the tragedy of the ill-fated lovers, the two families involved are devastated and have no time to continue their quarrel as they are so busy mourning their dead.

Desperate Romantic Yandere who convinces his family that they should make a peace deal with the other family, but not just any deal, but a marriage deal and convinces them that you and he would be the best option, if the family wants to protest he reminds them about the recent tragedy and how they could avoid a similar event in the future.

Desperate Romantic Yandere that his plan was a complete success when he discovered that your marriage with the maques had been canceled and that your family had accepted the marriage proposal that his family had sent in a letter while explaining the advantages of a union of the two families.

Desperate Romantic Yandere who is so ecstatic to see you walk down the aisle of the church towards him, daydreaming about what married life would be like and that he finally had everything he deserved. Instead, you were dying inside, first you had lost your darling little cousin and now you've been forced to marry the worst man you've ever known, and you were convinced that somehow he had planned all of this.

Desperate Romantic Yandere "to be with you is my dream, everything I long for and desire, it is my need and my reason for being"

#yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere male x reader #yandere #yandere romantic #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #x reader #reader insert #margo #merchen #gn reader #gender neutral reader

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere glamrock freddy with prompt 35?

I'll see what I can do for him! Animatronic or android, doesn't matter. Vague if Platonic or Romantic, but I'd say it leans towards platonic. This has been in my drafts for a long time as I was having issues with ideas. As a result, the Yandere part got dumbed down unfortunately, so I needed to add on a section.

Yandere! Glamrock Freddy Prompt 35

"Don't push me away, dear... I only want to be closer to you!"

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Implied platonic Yandere, Slight delusional behavior.

Freddy only ever wished to help people. It didn't matter who it was. Be them child or adult, STAFF member or guest, he wanted to help. It was an endearing trait of his.

Except, sometimes, Freddy oversteps his boundaries. He's pretty naive even for a bot. For some people he has no idea that what he's doing is prying or wrong.

He was like that way for you. Always wishing to know all about you and wanting to help. His strongest desire was to help you in any way he could.

Even if you were fully capable of your job on your own, Freddy still managed to find you to try and help.

"Is there anything I can do for you? It's my job to help!"

You turn him down often but you find the smile on his face contagious. He always seems so happy to see you. He's always so curious and excited to speak with you even if he gets a bit personal.

Freddy was probably the bot that got along with you the most. But as time went on, he got saddened by the fact you kept pushing him away. Was he doing something wrong?

"Is there something wrong, (Y/N)? You haven't been talking with me lately...."

"We talk so much with each other, Freddy. I'm just trying to focus on my job."

He hated that you put so much time into your work. He felt you were overworking yourself and that you needed to cool off. Freddy felt that it was his job to prevent you from stressing yourself out.

"You should take it easy, superstar!"

"You know I can't, Freddy...."

"Oh, I'm sure you can! Just take a break and spend it with me! I'm sure we can find something in the Pizzaplex to do before you have to return...."

"I could get fired-"

"Then I'll take the blame. I'll say you needed a break and I suggested you take one!"

"...You're not going to leave me alone about this, are you?"

"Nope!" Freddy admits, a cheeky smile on his face. You sigh and reluctantly accept the bot's offer. Perhaps you did need the break.

Freddy did everything he could to get closer to you. Games in the arcade, the dance floor, even standing by you to chat as you had lunch.

The smile on your face was everything to him. Freddy felt accomplished that he had helped you relax and enjoy yourself. He wished the fun would last forever!

Which made him suggest you do it again tomorrow.

It was reasonable, wasn't it? You found today fun, you must wish to do it again!

"You seemed to have enjoyed yourself today, I like it when you smile, (Y/N)."

"Thanks, Freddy. I did need a break... it was nice to spend it with you."

"You should be happy more... why don't we do this again, tomorrow?"

Freddy looks upset when your smile falters, you looking away from his hopeful gaze.

"... I wish I could, but I need this job, Freddy-"

Freddy reaches out to you with a frown on his face. You feel his cold hand on your shoulder and turn.

"Freddy...?"

"Don't push me away, dear... I only want to be closer to you!"

"You need to understand I have a job to keep, Freddy...."

"You can't work a job if you get yourself sick, (Y/N)!"

"I don't have much of a choice!"

"... Then I'll have no choice but to force you."

"Freddy, stop this-"

"A friend must look out for the well being of their friends. I care for you, (Y/N). You're my superstar and as someone who cares for you I'll do anything to keep you happy."

You keep yourself silent, listening to Freddy's rambling. What was up with him? He's never acted like this-

"Be honest with yourself, (Y/N)."

Freddy pulls you up from the chair you're in, smiling.

"You're happy with me. So why not take my offer?"

His eyes darken, pulling you closer.

"I'll make you happy... no matter what it takes. All because I care for you...."

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Freddy knew his methods would be considered questionable. They weren't right, but he did make a promise to you...

No matter what it took, he'd make you happy.

If your job made you unhappy... then he'd make you happy outside of work!

Trapping you in his room after hours was a very unhinged idea, yet it didn't stop him. If there was any way to make you happy, he felt keeping you with him would be the way!

Freddy hated seeing you upset when you woke up from your forced slumber, though. Like usual, however, Freddy gives you a smile and gestures to a plate of pizza waiting for you.

"I was waiting for you to wake up, why don't you take a slice. Then we can begin having fun like we did before!"

You may be upset now... but you'll warm up to it!

You don't have much of a choice other than that until 6 AM.

#yandere five nights at freddys #yandere fnaf #yandere fnaf security breach #yandere glamrock freddy #yandere platonic #yandere romantic

[meiwritesyan]

wish you were here - royalties m.list -

|| intro | masterlist ||

most of it platonic bc i love platonic yan! you can send in ideas too :))

001:: platonic yandere empress

002:: platonic yandere princess

003:: platonic yandere prince

004:: platonic yandere emperor

005:: platonic yandere emperor's concubine

006:: platonic yandere little brother (younger, illegitimate prince)

007:: platonic yandere best friend lady from north duchy

008:: romantic yandere soon to be duke, son of the north duchy's duke

009:: platonic yandere south duke

010:: (thinking... you can send in ideas :))

011:: (thinking... you can send in ideas :))

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[dearest-painter]

My prince (Yandere Hans x Male!repunzuel!reader x Yandere Kristoff)

Tw/Cw:it’s headcanons turned into a story kinda?, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,yandere behavior,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Reader is Elsa and Anna’s only brother,Reader is the same age as Anna,Reader has really long hair(its exactly like repunzuel before she cut it),Pronouns used He/Him,Anna and Reader are twins,AU where Anna was smart and didn’t ask Hans to immediately marry her because she got big brain,cussing,not proofread,turned out more fluffy then Yandere but still yandere,murder

•You met Hans first as your twin Anna had introduced the two of you when she finally came home. You were using your hair as a swing as the maids tried to get you down.

•He caught you when you fell and feel in love with you instantly

“Master Y/N please come down you may get hurt!” “I’m fine Martha! I’ve done this multiple times!” Anna slammed open the doors bringing Hans with her. “Y/N!” “AHHH!” As you were startled by the loud banding noise you fell down quickly. Hans looked up and acted fast as he rushed to where he presumed you would fall which he caught you. Wrapping your arms around the mystery man you shut your eyes tightly still waiting for impact. Hans chuckled which made you open one of your eyes to see you were being held in a bridal style. “Huh?” “Hello there” looking up you saw your savior. “Hello! I’m Y/N! Oh I’m sorry here let me get down” He helped you get on the floor as soon as you were standing you brushed his coat. “There! Now who are you mystery man?” “Hans” “ooo~ pretty name~” “N/N!” “ANNA!” You ran to your twin sister as she jumped into a hug into your arms laughing as you spin her around. Hans felt his breath get taken away seeing you smile and laugh,he needed to wake up to that every day,he needed you.

•When Elsa finally met Hans which he was nervous of but you held his hand to make him feel calmer which just made him blush and feel much safer and in love.

•You and Anna went out so you finally cut your hair so that it could reach your lower back so you put it in a ponytail

•As you two walked you saw a reindeer and loving animals you fed it some carrots you held left over

•Kristoff meet you when he walked back to his stand to see a beautiful man feeding his best friend

“Hold on Anna! I need to cut my hair!” “O! O! Let me help!” As your sister cut it to your mid back you felt bad for the maids as they always dealt with this but they reassured you they loved you and didn’t mind cleaning up your hair. As you ran with your sister you put your hair in a ponytail so that you could at least control it. Anna was going everywhere while you saw a reindeer so you check your bag and found five carrots so you walked over to the reindeer and fed it to him which he seemed to love. “Your so pretty,whoever your owner is must be lucky to have you” Sven was eating up the carrots and compliment you were giving him. “SVEeeeeenn…” Kristoff stopped seeing a beautiful guy with a H/C ponytail and S/C skin that looks the softest. “Hello sir!” Out of fear you squeaked and jumped causing Kristoff to hold a chuckle in so that you wouldn’t think of him lowly.

•The two males didn’t know you met the other until Hans walked in on you cuddling Kristoff as he read to you

•The two males didn’t know you met the other until Hans walked in on you cuddling Kristoff as he read to you

•When it was just you and Hans before he found out of Kristoff he’d braid your hair and talk about all the random things of the world

•When it was just you and Kristoff before Hans found out of him you’d two cuddle and read together or do artsy thing or just enjoy each other’s company

Hans walked to your room wanting to spend time with you until he heard something. “Each day,each week,each month,and each year I’ll be with you even if you wish me not to. I’ll follow you till the end of time. I’ll follow you until you die. You’ll be trapped in my grasp forever and I’ll never let you go. You are mine to keep. You will never leave me” Hans silently opened the door to see you cuddling Kristoff on your window. Kristoff was running a hand through your H/C hair while you laid on his chest hands on his chest. ‘Ahem!’ That caught the two males attention. “Oh hello Hans! You’ve not met Kristoff yet yes?” Hans and Kristoff glared at each other while forcing a smile. “I believe I have not met you yet” shaking each other’s hand it was obvious the grips were harsh and rough and tight. “Nice to meet you Kristoff” “Same with you Hans” You just smiled as your best friends have finally met each other. “It’s so good you two finally met! Oh we can spend so much time together now!” Upon hearing that the males gritted their teeth

•They found out about your hair power when Kristoff got extremely harm.

•He had a huge cut on his cheek and arm which made Hans happy but you worried

•They were amazed at your power

“Ugh fuck..” hearing your friends Kristoff’s voice YIU rushed to him making Hans groan as he follow you. “Oh my god Kristoff!” You ran to him and made him sit down as you lifted his sleeve to see his cut on his arm bleeding. Your back was turned to Hans so you didn’t see his smile but Kristoff did but you pressed a towel against his arm making his wince in pain. “FUCK!” “I’m sorry!” “No no it’s okay…it just hurts” thinking hard you took your hair down and wrapped it around Kristoff’s hand. Before Hans or Kristoff could ask you started to mumble as your H/C hair glow and start to heal Kristoff’s cut. “Holy shit…” “woah..” You looked over again to see if you got all his cuts and once you realize you did you hugged his face to your chest. “Don’t make me worry again dufus” “Heh,of course not my prince”

•They feel in love even harder with you

•They realized that in the endgame it wouldn’t be good if they kept fighting because that just make you less interested in them so they came to an alliance

•They bith started to court you

•Elsa and Anna saw this and kinda helped them as they were happy their baby brother was finally getting two suitors

•In Arendelle polyamorous marriage is allowed if all parties of the relationship are comfortable with it and have given consent. If one of the parties has not given consent then only the members of the parties shall get married unless that one person changes their mind (I’m making this up ofc)

•As Hans and Kristoff knew that they were both glad of that as you wouldn’t get in trouble

•Soon they asked you to date them while all three of you were in your room drawing or painting while Pascal was the judge of all y’all’s art (you won ofc)

You were lost in your painting you didn’t see that the males you’ve grown close with had stopped drawing and looked at each other nodding then turning to you. “Y/N me and Hans have a question and need you answer” stopping painting as you heard it in Kristoff’s voice it was a serious matter. “Yeah sure what is it?” Kristoff took deep breaths as he was more nervous of the two (that’s a lie hans was literally shaking). “Y/N me and Hans love you deeply and we don’t me in a friend way. We mean in a romantic way. We’ve been leaving hints of how’ve we felt for a long time and we thought now is a good time so Y/N will you date me and Hans” Gasping you covered your mouth making the Males think they’d have to go to drastic measure until they saw you rapidly nodding your head ‘Yes’ “Of course! I’ll gladly date you two!” “YESSSSSS!!” Kristoff cheered as he jumped in the air and ran around a while making you and Hans laugh at your new boyfriends happiness.

•Their so loving towards you. Always giving you affectionate even if it subtle.

•In public Hans doesn’t like showing much PDA unless he’s jealous while Kristoff loves showing a lot of PDA which you did to but since Hans was uncomfortable with showing a lot you just gave him hugs,hand holding,and cheek kisses in public. While you and Kristoff were extreme.

•In private Hans is the most affectionate man he’ll ever be making you laugh every time as you boyfriend acts so different in private then he does in public. Kristoff didn’t mind as he’s grown love for Hans (don’t worry Hans also love kristoff. So now you all are dating each other)

•Not surprisingly it was Hans and Kristoff who proposed to you because you were gonna propose to them two days later but seems like you won’t have to :)

You were all in the garden picking flowers for the up coming dance. Kristoff and Hans made eye contact and nodded the head towards you. “Y/N my love can you close your eyes and follow us?” “Sure!” You answered with hesitation because you trusted your boyfriends. Kristoff held his hands over your eyes whil Hans held your hand. Soon you stopped and felt Kristoff’s hands come off. “Open your eyes!” Opening your eyes you saw a beautiful sight before you. It was a beautiful waterfall with beautiful flowers and you were amazed. “It’s so beautiful…” “Look down babe,there’s a message” confused you looked down holding the rail and Kristoff holding your waist. You saw the message. ‘Will you marry us Y/N?’ Turning around you saw kristoff and Hans holding a wedding ring. “YES! YES! YES!” They put on the ring as they took turns to kiss you. You were all crying out of happiness. Elsa and Anna were watching the beautiful sight

•Now as your now fiancés their yandere tendencies don’t show often but when some guy or girl hits on you they can’t help but slowly crack

•Kristoff cracks his knuckles and neck while Hans’s eye twitch as he grips the knife in his hands

•Usually Hans would distract you while Kristoff took care of them as Kristoff was much more physically stronger then all of you

•The person flirting with you turns up missing or stops interacting with you how interesting

•You see nothing wrong as you still interact with your people everyday and your sisters think everything is normal

•As Hans himself is a prince (I believe not to sure) this is basically making an alliance between his kingdom and Arendelle which makes you both happy

•Kristoff’s family is surprised that he’s marrying Hans and you but he told them he’s not leaving either you which they knew

•Kristoff got away with the murders as Sven helped hide the bodies (YES EVEN THE FUCKING REINDEER! He’s platonic ofc)

•Hans manipulated everyone into believing nothing is wrong and everything is completely normal

•In the dead of night where you dead asleep being held by your lovers they smiled.

“He’ll never know yes?” “Of course Hans,he won’t know of the terrible things his husbands have done” “Good. I didn’t want our Angel leaving us” “and he won’t ever,he’ll stay with us forever no matter what we need to do” Soon the joined you still holding you.

Your fate has been sealed. You’ll never leave them now. Your their husband now :)

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