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s0apysm1les · 2 years

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Yo can we get a yandere superman (or any character that fits) with a reader who has romatoid arthritis. They struggle to move around or can't handle the cold cuz of their bad joints.

oh gosh~ as someone with Ehlers Danlos I completely understand the bad joints thing. Some days I can hardly sit in bed without crying, let alone getting out of it. I would kill to have a superman take care of me too on those days~

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Yandere Superman x Arthritic Reader

Nothing More Mentality

CW: yandere thoughts/tendencies, reader has Rheumatoid Arthritis, gn!reader, implied stalking, pushy Clark

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When first impressions are set upon, your new neighbor Clark Kent seems pretty distressed upon his first encounter of you gingerly nursing the joints in your hand. Your thumb pressed to the back of your other hand and rolling in circular motions to fight the sharp arcing pain that throbbed through the creaking area. He did not know you well enough to offer this, but he still (embarrassingly confidently) asked if he could be the one to massage your hand.

The quick-to-follow explanation of doing the same thing for his mother back on the farm was some sort of an ice breaker but you still wanted to tell him no... But... You said sure. And contrary to his demure demeanor, his grip was firm and his hands were large and hot while the movements of his fingers immediately had the tension in your body from being touched by a stranger to melt away.

Oh, oh my. He works at the Daily Planet with hands like these? He could be a world-class Masseuse with this talent and never see a day without business. It took you keeping these thoughts together that protected you from melting into his arms right there.

You stopped his ministrations and thanked him for the help. You weren't able to refuse his next request of accompanying you to wherever you were going - to make sure you got there okay, you were sure - And with this humanoid version of a Golden Retriever, you made your way to your apartment. He was very excited to let you know that his room was only four units down the hall from you.

He also seemed to miss the grimace-like smile you gave him back. Was this how they did things where he's from? You couldn't help the little invasive thought that he was making fun of you somehow. You were used to people not believing your need for breaks or your signs of pain just because you were younger than what they expected to be "reasonable" for someone with Arthritis. You really hoped this small town guy wasn't someone like them.

Judging by his accent its got to be from Arkansas or some place like that. He sounded like a country boy. He didn't seem to be quick on the trigger like them, but you learned to never judge by how they appear.

He bid farewell at the door and left you to your simple unit. You had bits and baubles of your hobbies set around each room and you walked directly to the cubby in your living room where you kept a majority of your medical items. While slipping on the compression glove, you couldn't help but think back to that guy once more... What was his name again? Clark...

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After the introduction and a short pause, your life returning to its normal balance of blah days and lasting pains, you were surprised and distressed to find that you had forgotten your much needed pain medication while stuck at work. The clouds had rolled in thick and dark shortly after you clocked in and the pressure was making you feel like your joints would explode. You couldn't help but think that you'd want that to happen, if it meant there would be a momentary relief from the building and pushing and throbbing cold pain from under your skin.

The heavy rain and strong winds persisted through the day, and carried on well into the evening and almost prevented you from leaving. If it wasn't for your coworker Maria offering to drive you home, knowing you couldn't walk in this weather and in your condition. She dropped you off just in front of your building and bid you goodnight. The pain was tremendous but the relief of going home made you push through it. Up until another heavy gust led you to tumble and slam into a road sign. The solid metal rang loudly and your groan joined it and sat there slumped for what may have been two minutes.

A blur of blue joined you in the grey scenery of the concrete sidewalk and a strangely unique set of strong, hot hands held you and supported you into standing.

"Here, let me help you up. A citizen in need on a dark day is a fine neighbor." The deep cadence of heroism made his voice sound like ringing metal too.

Clark? You couldn't help the name coming into your mind. The way he talked reminded you of the neighbor.

The hand holding you stiffened slightly as you analyzed the Hero's face. There was definitely some familiar marks, the eyes, the cheekbones the smooth flawless skin. But it was the oddly warm hands that have become a regular second thought that almost made you sure.

You thought of him?

"Superman?" You asked slowly, slightly putting some of your weight into his grip to relieve the pain somewhat. "What are you doing here?" Shouldn't he be fighting crime.

"Even criminals today have seemed to hold off do to this harsh weather. I am thankful that this means I was here to help you, citizen." His hero voice kind of made you want to laugh, but you weren't going to let him know that.

"Let me help you get to your home. Is this your residence?" Superman quickly followed his previous statement as we gestured to the tall apartment complex before you. You nodded and almost yelped as he swept your feet into a Princess carry without warning.

He floats to your floor and down to your door at your direction. As he sets you down and bids a farewell he turns to leave before turning to face you one last time with one last message.

"Anytime you need a helping hand, don't be afraid to call. I can hear you no matter where you are!" He smiled and lifted an arm to wave "But there are others who can be heroes just as much as me, there is surely a neighbor here or two who can always lend a hand. This is Metropolis, where everyone is a neighbor and friend!" He turned and left surprisingly quickly and you went back home.

You were only alone for you to grab a towel and start drying your hair from the rain before you heard some heavy but soft knocking on your door. Opening it showed a nervous looking Clark.

"OH! Hey Clark. It's been a while! How are you?" You asked.

"Oh! I've been good. Did.. Did you just hear superman in the hallways too? I wonder why he was here." You look to him for a split second before deciding to let him know. He seems relieved you're okay and gives you his phone numbers, both his home and his rarely-used cell phone in case the same thing happens again.

"You don't need to do that, Clark. I just have some pains and they were really bad today-"

"I don't mind!" He interrupted you, startling you both. It seems that even he didn't realize that he could just cut you off mid sentence like that. He was a little pushy, you guess, but he means well and it wasn't as if you *had* to call him. So you accepted, talked for a little bit longer - where he acted like a beaten puppy for yelling at you.

Ever since then you've seen what is basically the city's celebrity way more often than you were used to. Lois Lane herself was constantly visiting your building while investigating scoops and meeting her friend who works above you. You also saw Superman - the object of her investigating - near your building. One stray wave to you as he flew past a window in front of her led to Lois constantly asking about the relationship between you two.

She was... a lot pushier about there being something between you and the hero than you liked. You told her up front that he had only helped you while you were hurt and was merely concerned over you as a hero and the denizen of the city he protects. She didn't seem to agree with your "Nothing more" Mentality. Especially when the Superhero descended in front of the two of you leaving the building to greet you before her.

This was only the second time that he had spoken to you and he was greeting you before *THE* Lois Lane? The woman he was supposedly in love with? What was going on in the world? Lois looked at you in that particular way that said "What did I say?" and you ignored it to greet the overly kind hero.

He greeted you first, pausing and turning to Lois with a brisk nod of his head and her name before turning back to you.

"Reader. How are you doing? Are you... well?" He asked slowly, one of his hands was in the other as he seemingly pressed on his palm in nervousness? What for?

"O-oh! I'm fine. Superman." You spoke quickly, unsure and frankly embarrassed at this scene unfolding in front of your company office. This was surely going to make tomorrow hell.

"I was wondering, if you have some free time, would you allow me to take you somewhere?" There wasn't anything that you had planned for the evening so you technically could say yes but you were really hurting today and you just wanted to rest at home with a comfortable blanket and an ice pack. You didn't even want to think of how hard walking home would be...

When it took you a second of thought to decide, the hero follows up with "Can I at least take you home? I would feel awful if you refused me at least that for burdening you with my request."

How did he always seem to know what was on your mind? You agree to him walking you home, but was startled when he lifted you up into a princess carry once again and began a steady flight above the buildings to your home.

The whole flight you thought about this and that, the people at work, the people you've met and everything going on and why your world suddenly flipped on its head and why a literal Alien Superhero went so far out of his way to take you home.

Your mind went wild the entire time that you flew in the calming body heat of the hero and you didn't notice if he was talking to you or not... He was not.

He was listening to your every racing thought and he felt his nervousness increase each time your thoughts directed themselves to why Superman was acting so *clingy*.

He wanted to cringe when you thought that but he didn't want to deny how often he thought about you. How strong and resilient you were, how small and cold your hand was on that rainy day... How ever since then he has only thought about you and had actually even slipped up and revealed his identity to Lois Lane. Why she supported his and your budding relationship, he couldn't figure out, but it definitely gave him an excuse.

He was just glad to have your frail body in his arms. And when he set you down in front of your door he listened to both your thoughts and you as you mulled over the words to say.

"Thanks... Superman... Say..." You slowly pull these few words out of the jumbled mess of your mind. You don't even realize what you say next until it's out of your mouth.

"Are you my neighbor?" ... Silence filled the narrow deserted space you two were in. He stood well over a head's height over you and you swallowed.

You couldn't get the nervous smile of Clark Kent first meeting you out of your mind. The same face that he had again now. Once you said it aloud you couldn't unsee the similarities.

"Wait, wait. Never mind that was just a joke! I don't-" You were starting to ramble and you stopped when you was his shoulders jumping. He was... laughing. Quietly laughing and he put his forehead in his palm as he kept laughing and his large shoulders kept rising and falling viciously. You were about to turn and try to get in your house because it was making you scared when he suddenly stopped- as if he heard your fear.

"I don't know how you found this out when no one else here has-" Not even Lois Lane? You wondered. "Not even Lois, but- Now that you did... will you let 'Clark Kent' walk you home when 'Superman' can't?" His unnaturally bright blue eyes scared you as they stared deep into your shaking soul.

That didn't sound like a request.

"This isn't a request." It didn't feel like one. You swallowed heavily, maybe you should've paid attention to the warning signs.

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faux-ecrivain · 5 months

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Yan Cheater

(Fifth official post)

(Character’s name-Isaiah)

Yan Cheater who shameless cheats on you, the whole town knows, and then smirks when you berate him for his promiscuous ways.

Yan Cheater who always manages to keep you with him, usually by threats of blackmail or begging.

Yan Cheater who, despite his hedonistic faults, doesn’t want to leave you. He still loves you, but sometimes you bore him.

Yan Cheater who become panicky when you start to ignore, then he starts to throw a fit when you give him the cold shoulder.

Yan Cheater who temporarily halts his promiscuous actions to try and woo you again. He doesn’t want to loose you, he loves, really he does! (He doesn’t, but he’s too much of a coward to leave you)

“Please baby, don’t leave me! I swear I’ll never do that again!” He begs, desperate to bring you back into his arms. He reaches for you, his arms open and attempts to embrace you.

Unfortunately for him, his actions are undesired and therefore you slapped him, then told him to screw off and then you kicked him out of your house.

Yan Cheater is absolutely devastated when you kick him out, this is a bad sign, what if you leave him? His mood isn’t even lifted when that annoying neighbor he hooked up with invites him over. (He rejects her invitation politely, then decides to just wait on the porch until you let him back in or give him his clothes)

Sadly, he doesn’t get invited back into your house, nope, instead you toss his clothes out and then you hand him a sleeping bag. You locked him out, he can’t understand it and he has no idea how to repair this relationship.

Yan Cheater who mourns your break up, even after weeks have passed. He doesn’t understand what happened, he thought for sure that you would’ve stayed with him. (He knew all your secrets after all) But you didn’t care of he told the world about your crimes (not that there were any serious ones going on). In fact you only seemed to encourage him to inform the whole world of what you’ve done.

Yan Cheater who still hasn’t gotten over you, you and him were dating for so long and he just can’t fathom the idea of being separated from you.

Yan Cheater who snaps when he sees you flirting with your best friend, he decides then and there that he will get you back, and nothing will ever separate the two of you again.

Hence he kidnapped you, locked you in his basement (don’t worry it’s fully furnished) executed your best friend, blocked all other contacts on your phone and then began his to try, and salvage your relationship.

It doesn’t work, but he has all the time in the world to try and it’s not like you’re going anywhere anytime soon.

Yan Cheater who swears to be true to you and to stay with you for all eternity.

(Short post today, but enjoy it anyways and feel free to comment)

#yandere cheater x reader #yandere oc #my writing #yandere x reader #yandere #His name is Isaiah #enjoy this short fanfic!#Fifth official post #Isaiah my oc

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darkbluekies · 5 months

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Talking to the dead

Mafia!yandere x reader

Warnings: dead sibling, mentions of digging up the grave

He's furious that you've escaped. Infuriated that you managed to slip past the guards again. He wants to put a bullet through their chests. They've tracked you down to the cemetery, a weird place, Silas thinks.

He stops dead in his tracks when he sees you sit by a tombstone, talking. There's no one around, who are you holding conversation with? He tells his men to stand by while he sneaks over.

"I'm in danger", you sob and chuckle slightly. "I've put myself in a dangerous situation, you know. I wish you were here. I could need a big sister/brother now. I need guidance. I don't know what to do, I'm so scared. Everything is terrifying." You sigh. "Well, now I've told you everything that has happened since you passed away. Quite the story, isn't it? Yeah ... I really miss you."

Silas sighs and scratches his neck, looking back at his guards, thinking. He knew that your sibling was dead, but he never imagined that he would find you like this.

"Y/N", he says carefully, wanting to catch you attention.

You gasp and hug the stone for dear life.

"Don't take him/her!" you scream in a heartbreaking tone.

Silas walks over to you, sinking down beside you. His heart breaks.

"I'm not going to take them", he reassures you. "Why don't you introduce me? Or have you already done that? I heard you told everything."

You still hug the stone tightly. Silas puts his hand on your shoulder, reassuring you that he won't dig up the grave and steal your sibling. He brings you back and takes a look at the name on the stone before placing his hand on it. I'll protect them, he thinks and hopes that your big brother/sister will hear him, I will die for them.

Silas brings your shaking, sobbing body into his arms and kisses the top of your head. He won't punish you for this, his heart can't allow it.

While taking your defeated form to the car, he turns to his men and tells them to visit the grave every week to plant new flowers, water them, light candles, and clean the stone. And if they ever miss a week, he will kill them.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere oc x you #yandere mafia #yandere fics #yandere oc x reader #yandere stories #yandere angst #yandere drabble #yandere short stories

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yandere-writer-momo · 16 days

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Yandere Short Stories:

Hell Fire

Yandere Priest x Herbalist Fem Reader

TW: abuse of power, yandere behavior, manipulation, and forced relationship

Pale hands affectionately cupped the soft cheeks of the sleeping maiden that rested on the bed in the dungeon. A bright smile on the young priest’s face as his fingers traced over her soft lips.

“You are finally here…” Aurel voice was as soft as a breeze. His blue eyes gentle and his lips pursed in thought. “You’re finally within my grasp.”

Aurel glanced around to make sure there were no other eyes watching before he crawled into the small bed beside (your name). His lanky arms wrapped around her vulnerable form in a vice like grip. Aurel buried his nose into her hair and deeply inhaled her sweet scent, a moan escaped his lips from how delectable (your name) smelled.

“I wonder if you’ll be happy to see me once you wake up.” Aurel thought aloud as his hands wandered her sleeping form. “We used to be so close when we were kids… we can get married just like we always wanted.”

Aurel brushed a few of his silver strands away from his blue eyes. His cheeks heated up at how beautiful (your name) had grown to be. “I’ve crawled my way to become a Cardinal, but I’m willing to bend the rules for you… so you just have to accept me.”

Aurel buried his face into her shoulders while he clutched her closer to his chest. His tongue clicked when he felt his she thinned out a bit. These heathens haven’t been feeding (your name) properly, have they? He’d punish them once he married her…

Aurel pressed a few stray kisses to her shoulders before he smiled to himself. He had destroyed her reputation as an herbalist by spreading rumors of her being a witch. It was a desperate and cowardly method, but she refused to be with him. What other choice did Aurel have? (Your name) had forced his hand for the last time and now she had the biggest choice to make.

Become his wife or burn at the pyre.

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l1tw1ck · 7 months

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bottom!ftm!yandere!stepson x top!male!stepdad reader

AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Stepcest, Obsession, Drugging, Daddy Kink, Pregnancy Mention, Baby Trapping

Ever since you moved in, your stepson couldn't help but fall in love with you. He adores you and hangs onto every word you say. He wishes you loved him instead of his dad. He knows you would prefer him if you just gave him a chance. He's tried so many times to seduce you and get you to fall for him but you never seem to realize his intentions. He got tired of it and extremely impatient so he decided to take a not so great route to make you his.

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You wake up in a dimly lit room tied to a chair. You're naked. In front of you is your...also naked stepson. He grins when he notices you're awake. He climbs onto your lap, avoiding your hard length. "good morning, daddy." He looks at you demurely. You look at him weirdly, dealing with the after effects of whatever drug he used on you. He takes your hands and brings them to his chest. You squish his plush breasts, earning a soft moan from him. You rub your thumbs against his nipples, happy to play with his chest. He rubs his t-dick against your cock. "d'you like my tits, daddy?" He asks sweetly. You make a noise that means "yes". You're too drugged to realize the situation you're in and too focused on his chest to speak. He blushes in response. "you can touch them whenever you want.." He brings his hand down to touch your length. "do you wanna fuck me too?" He asks. Ironic that he's asking for consent in a situation like this. You nod. He lifts himself up and lowers himself down onto your cock, biting his lip and grinning with pleasure as you stretch out his previously virgin pussy.

He bounces happily on your cock, overjoyed that you "accepted" his love. He notices your expression. "Are you gonna come?" He asks, grinning even wider. "Gonna- gonna come inside and knock me up, Daddy?" He moves faster. You nod and grab his hips, making him ride you at the pace you decided for him. He lets you do it, his grin somehow growing even wider as you slow down. You stop completely, pumping your load into his cunt. He giggles softly, tracing his stomach with his finger. Now you can't leave him.

#wicks🕯️shorts #top male reader #male reader #male reader smut #tw stepcest #yandere x reader #yandere x male reader #yandere smut #dark content #tw noncon #tw daddy kink #ftm character

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my-names-angel-but-im-not-one · 2 months

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Petty mc #4

*everyone playing the guessing game in HOL*

MC: alright guys guess who am I?

Everyone: okay!

MC: *starts to slouch* ""yeah Lilith died because of God , now I'll never forgive humans , even though they have nothing to do with it!!"" *Starts to fake strangle themselves*

Everyone:

MC: alright guess now that was a pretty good acting !

Belphie: *sweating* I don't like this game anymore.....

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after-witch · 3 months

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Hazbin Hotel yandere Alastor imagine

note: discussions of sexual abuse, physical abuse, afab reader, misogny

Oh, to be in Hell and working for Valentino, who uses and abuses you, who goes from hot to cold depending on his moods, whims, and whatever might be pissing him off or propping him up at the moment.

It's not the living you wanted to be making. It's not the life--or afterlife--that you envisioned for yourself. But you owe him so much money (he fed you, and clothed you, and kept a roof over your ungrateful head, didn't he?) and you don't know how else you could pay him back.

But one day you happen to catch someone whispering about this new Hotel where you might be able to get better? Where life might be able to get better? Where you might get, and the word refuses to even catch on your tongue despite it dancing in your ears, redeemed?

You want that. All of it. Even it means risking getting the (after) life beaten out of you.

And on a rare free morning you sneak out and make your way to the front door and a tiny (cute, but, horrifying) little maid answers but before she can get a word in edgewise, a blonde woman--the literal princess of Hell, you realize--jumps into the doorway and grabs your hand to shake it vigorously and welcome you in with the biggest smile you've ever seen that isn't (for once) tinged with something awful behind it.

You practically trip inside as she excitedly pulls you into the foyer where a gaggle of people are sitting on a velvet couch and oh, shit, you know one of them.

Angel. You knew he was here--Val would not stop bitching about it--but it's different hearing about him being involved in this little project and actually seeing him out of the studio.

When Angel sees you, he freezes, his eyebrows shoot practically to the sky. And you're about to beg him not to tell Val, please-please-please, Angel might get away with being here but you don't have that kind of sway, when someone slides in front of you.

Red hair, pointy teeth, a fantastically red coat.

Alastor, of course.

You're not supposed to talk to him. Val and Vox made it clear to everyone in the studio. The Radio Demon is an "old timey fuck" who needs to fuck off and any one caught fraternizing with him might as well be fucking dead (or they'd wish they were) so stay away.

And his reputation wasn't any better with what you'd heard on the street.

But... he doesn't seem all that bad. And you were already taking a Big Fucking Risk by coming here, it's not like Val would go easier on you if you pleaded that sure, you snuck out, sure you came here when you knew you shouldn't, but you clamped your mouth shut and didn't talk to Alastor, you swear!

"Greetings," he says, and you want to smile a little. Because he really does sound like a radio, the kind your mom used to listen to when you were young, even though they were going out of style. Sometimes you missed that, sitting around the table while the radio played, tinny voices and music playing.

"Hi," you manage, voice quiet. "I mean, greetings," you say, stupidly, really.

But he doesn't call you a moron (like Val might) or ignore you (like Vox might)--instead he dips and picks up your wrist gently and he actually kisses your hand, a perfunctory gentlemanly peck of a greeting, instead of licking a slimy trail up your arm like Val is prone to do.

Can you help the little "oh!" that escapes your lips? No. Can you help the heated flush that creeps up your chest? No.

And if he, to everyone's surprise, winds up taking you under his wing--can you complain? No.

He doesn't tell you, like Val did, that you'll pay him back every red cent when he conjures up a closet full of clothes to replace your scant wardrobe. The clothes are modest and lovely and again, your mom springs to mind. The stuff she'd pull out of her closet and hold to her chest sometimes, because they no longer fit.

You wish you'd worn those clothes, when you got old enough to fit into them. But they were moth eaten and out of style and you'd look at her aghast when she asked if you wanted them when you were moving out.

So you didn't. But now... well, they don't fit so bad, do they? You even look nice in them. Alastor says "you're a vision of loveliness, dear," when you wear one of the outfits he's picked out. And you're not sure if it's a pun on his name or a genuine compliment, but you thank him all the same.

Charlie agrees to set up a room for you and Alastor helps with that, too. Although his help mostly involved changing out the standard linens for something nicer, stocking your closet and dresser with old fashioned clothes, and removing the TV.

You almost protested, but he reminded you that "your old friend Vox just might pop in and see you" and ah, it all made sense.

Alastor was looking out for you. Like he did with the clothes. Like he does with the way he helps you navigate the vague, ever-changing lessons that Charlie tries to teach.

Everyone here is nice, all things considered, for Hell.

It's not perfect.

Sometimes you would like to wear something more flashy and stylish, but what outfits Charlie manages to procure never seem to make it into your wardrobe.

Angel always looks like he's going to vomit when Val calls because at this point you are considered "missing" and Val does not like it when his "whores try to ghost him," as you'd once heard him screeching on Angel's phone.

Angel always denies that you're here, denies that he's seen you, and for once, you're glad he can act well when it really matters.

And if Alastor gets a little too clingy... if he gets a little too controlling? If sometimes he reminds you of Val, pushing and pulling you in the directions he wants, you just remind yourself that he's not as bad.

He doesn't ever, ever hit you. He doesn't yell at you or even raise his voice, really!

He corrects, that's all.

Steers you to the right outfits, reminds you how to act like a lady (something he never seems to do with anyone else, to your embarrassment); gently grabs your wrist and brings you along with him around the Hotel, into the shadows of the streets where you won't be seen when he thinks you need some good old fashioned exercised or fresh air. (If the air in hell could be considered "fresh" is another thing entirely.)

So yes.

He might be a little controlling. You can admit that. Even if he has your best interest in mind.

But every time that little thought creeps into your head, you just remind yourself. He's not as bad as Val.

And when you're in Hell, "he's not as bad" might as well mean that he's good.

#yandere hazbin hotel #yandere alastor #hazbin hotel imagine #alastor x reader #yandere #afterwitch writes #oops this was supposed to be a short lil thing

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misstycloud · 1 year

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Yandere CEO Headcanon

Yandere!CEO who is known to be cold and strict, because he leaves no room for any sort of mistake. As a result, all the employees are scared to bits around him.

Yandere!CEO who despite his outer appearance is in fact very lonely, though he refuses to admit it to anyone. He barely even accepts it himself. Him, the powerful and successful business man; lonely? Pffft! No, no, that’s absurd.

Yandere!CEO who has everyone shocked when you managed to melt his icy heart. They wondered if he even had one to begin with. He must have, considering how he acted while with you.

Yandere CEO who is blown away the moment he realised his feelings for you. It was warm and fuzzy, and gave him butterflies- something that’s never happened before. However wonderful it felt, there was something else brewing alongside it. Something a tad bit…darker.

Yandere!CEO who simply can’t help but spoil you. He wants to give you everything your little heart desires, he won’t say no, it doesn’t matter what it is the answer is yes. You want a new dress? Done! You saw a diamond necklace you really like? It’s yours! Do you wish to go on a trip overseas? He’ll gladly come with!

Yandere!CEO who will let you have anything except freedom. There was no way you’d be allowed anywhere without him by your side. You belong to him just as he belongs to you, you are two halves of one.

Yandere!CEO who hates everyone who is not you. You are his sanctuary; his all. The person he can’t imagine being apart from.

“I will buy you anything and everything you can ever ask for, but I won’t let you leave me. That is the one thing you can’t have.”

#oc #obsessed #yandere #possesive #toxic #male yandere #bad relationships #yandere oc #short story #yandere boyfriend #yandere x reader #yandere CEO #rich yandere #wealth #CEO

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moechies · 5 months

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nanamin nsfw 🪷

‘that’s it baby.. take it easy,’ with nanamin when you’re crying and struggling to take his cock.. :( he has your head pressed into the mattress, your back arched slightly off the bed, as he squeezes his huge cock into your pretty sticky cunt !!

the man himself would never admit it, but he loves watching you struggle to take him.. he’s addicted to your pretty cries of his name, and the way your hole stretches painfully around his cock so perfectly <3

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dex0s · 6 months

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☆ ⌒Short smut ˑ 𖥔

!Draken x reader x Mikey!

A/N Ngl I’m starting to get writers block but this is all smut because I’m too lazy to make a story. Warning; your ass getting called a boypussy

Image you waking up to both of your holes stuffed.

One cock in your ass and the other in your mouth.

Mikey and Draken had the biggest crush on the cashier at the bakery that they would go to.

They slowly got to know you better and it got to a point your guys would have sleepovers or hangouts.

But tonight they were going to do something they have been waiting for.

Draken asked if you wanted to have a sleepover at his house just you and him and of course you accept.

You had ended up falling asleep on the movie you guys were watching and that’s was when the plan was set in motion.

Draken had called Mikey over so they can start yet Draken was getting inpatient so he decided that he would start without Mikey.

By the time Mikey finally arrived Draken already had his cock in your ass with you moaning underneath him.

You moaned as Draken pounded your “boypussy”, you hear to door open and you see Mikey standing there with a pouty face. “You know you could have waited until I was here” he said

Yet he got no response due to Draken being too drunk on your ass. Mikey walked up to you two and from the corner of your eye is can see the tightness in his pants.

Draken knew he was close to release so he started to become sloppy with his thrust. Mikey settled on the bed and pulled out his hard cock, took one of your hands and started to use it to jerk himself off.

Draken finally released his warm cum in your slimy walls but he wasn’t near done. Draken slipped out of your walls and said, “Mikey it’s your turn”, Mikey quickly climbed over to where Draken was sitting.

Mikey slides in easily with Draken’s cum and your walls already prepped, Not even seconds later Mikey was pounding into you like a dog in heat.

“D-damn you feel amazing” is what Mikey said, Mikey took one of your nipples in his mouth sucking like you would lactate some milk.

As you opened your mouth to gasp and Draken took this as an opportunity to slip his cock in your mouth.

Before you can a breath of air Draken already started to thrust in your mouth not caring if you can breathe or not. He’s more worried about chasing his high than you.

Finally after the third round you can feel both of them getting sloppy. That when you felt something warm in your ass and a salty taste in your mouth.

Closing your eyes someone slap your ass. “Don’t go to sleep now, we still have the whole night ahead of us”

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mayullla · 2 years

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Title: Cries and graveyards

Character(s): banshee Warnings/tags: Gn!reader, death of reader and then resurrected, yandere

To those who hear their cries were painful and mind-numbing. Painful that you could not breathe with your lungs as if the screams were in your mind tugging your insides with sharp claws and thorns. They looked at the grave of their loved one too caught up in their grief.

Darkness was all you could see, your body too heavy to move. You could not feel anything except the anguish in their voice calling for you. You were supposed to die, forever lost and gone. You were supposed to be dead, as time heals the heartbroken and let them move on.

You wanted peace after all your happiness and sufferings, for your time was up.

They didn't want you to leave, they didn't want you to go. They continued to hold you in their heart as they begged you to come back. They will drag you back to their arms, they will not let death take you away from them. Their bony hands touched your cheeks, your eyes blurry as you looked at them, pale with hollow cheeks. Your eyes could not see properly nothing but a blur. But their wails clear in your mind and heart, clogging it up.

They will keep you with them forever even if they would have to gamble your life and freedom.

#yandere #yandere monster #yandere x reader #yandere imagine #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #tw yandere #yandere short #yandere drabble #yandere monster x reader #yandere banshee #yandere fantasy #yandere writing #yandere imagines #monster x reader #monster #monster x you #yandere exophilia #exophilia

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s0apysm1les · 2 years

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Omg I love your yan geralt x rock troll darling; if it still ok with you maybe some hcs on geralt finding out darling's/reader's persuit was only intended to be a friendship and friendly company while she's separated from her mate and until she can unite with him again but she still wants to be friends with him? I don't think yan!geralt would take that info very well 👀

The ultimate - surely accidental - betrayal and one that you will come to regret. He not only did not kill *you* out of his random benevolence but he even left your comrade alone as well... until he saw the two of you hold hands and seem to lean on each other in a passionate way.

The rage he felt when he heard the clacking of stones that led to him turning and seeing the sight had never left him since then. Even as you treat him the same was you did previously.

The exited nature of matching a rock to his cold exterior and gleefully bringing it to him. Was it just you treating him as a lesser in your own sickeningly cruel way? You treat him like this. You open him up to you and make him connect you to him, make him have a vulnerability. You-you break him. And you can act like nothing happens? No. That's not how this works.

You CHOSE him. You already picked your mate when you sought Geralt out each of those times. The days where you somehow made him cater to your unspoken requests, the moments where he unpromptedly defended you, fed you and saved your life on multiple occasions was you. choosing. HIM.

It didn't matter that you had bonded with this other troll creature before you had met Geralt. It didn't matter because you had made Geralt chose you and with every one of your actions you had yelled to the stars above that you had chosen Geralt too. Don't you attempt to deny it now when everyone who you two had passed had seen everything and would agree with his thinking

If they knew what was good for them.

Your false... "mate" will die. He will ensure that you know this. He will ensure that *it* too knows this. Making a demented sort of show as he flourishes in watching the false mateship end in a gory tumble.

You will learn soon enough that this was only a farce that that other rock troll surely tricked you into.

You are just too oblivious and stupidly kind of a creature to notice that the other rock troll was lying and deceiving you the entire time into a relationship that is meant for Geralt to partake in with you.

But ignorance does not beget innocence you... darling, daft creature. And Geralt will teach you just who you belong to. No matter how much you cry and mourn for that fraudulent thing you called a mate.

Part One

#Yandere Witcher #the witcher #Yandere geralt #geralt of rivia #witcher #Witcher geralt #Witcher fanfiction #Yandere oneshot #Oneshot #Yandere x reader #Yandere fanfiction #Yandere prompt #X reader #Drabble #Yandere short #s0apysm1les #S0ap's stuff #T0tally-clean #S0apnsuds

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faux-ecrivain · 5 months

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Yan babysitter

(Fourth official post)

(This one is a bit shorter than my other posts)

“Don’t worry I’ll take good care of them!” He placates your parents as they leave, waving them off and slamming the door shut when your parents have gone far enough.

He turns to you, with a rather fierce glare and shoos you off to your room.

Yan babysitter that wants nothing to do with you, that only took the job because he needs the money.

Yan babysitter who thinks you’re too old for a babysitter, but he doesn’t care, your parents are rich and that’s all he needs to know.

Yan babysitter who did not anticipate you to be such an irresponsible nuisance. (What’s with the weird cultists that keep knocking on the door and where’s that strange whispering coming from??)

Yan babysitter who quickly discovers that maybe this job was more than he bargained for, maybe he shouldn’t have been so dismissive of his job.

Yan babysitter who, somehow, ended up trapped in another dimension and is trying to escape. (Turns out cultists don’t take too kindly to the door being slammed in their face)

Yan babysitter who is sure he’s going to die here in this strange dimension.

Yan Babysitter who regrets ever taking this job and swears that if he ever gets out he’s never coming to this house again.

Yan babysitter who faces the horrors of this other dimension, each monster warping his mind and easing him into insanity.

Yan babysitter who’s so close to escaping, but then he gets trapped by some weird otherworldly creature.

Yan babysitter whose life flashes before his eyes as the creature nears.

He closes his eyes and can only hope that this won’t be dragged out, he can feel the creature approach, and he can do nothing but curl up into a ball and beg for mercy.

However, death doesn’t come, no, just when the creature unhinged its jaw and prepares to (quite literally) devour Yan babysitter, he’s saved.

Yan babysitter who’s stunned whenever you rescue him and when he tries to express his gratitude you dismiss his gratitude. (This happened a lot, you tell him, you even suggest that it was your parents intention to sacrifice him.)

Yan babysitter, who from then on, is absolutely obsessed with you (he treats you like a deity, swearing that he’ll serve you forever.)

You brush him off, as you are used to saving irresponsible babysitters from the jaws of doom, then your try to ignore his constant rambling about you being a deity. (Because you aren’t, you’re just a normal person with magic powers) Yet, no matter how much you ignore him his ramblings don’t (Maybe you should’ve left him in that other dimension)

He takes your indifference as a sign of shyness, his mind warped by the brief time he spent in that other dimension. (Seriously, he’s going to need major therapy when he leaves this house) He decides to dedicate his life to protecting you or at the very least repay you for saving his life.

Which then leads to him following you around, intervening in everything you do and then isolating you from those he deems a threat. (Mostly your friends)

Somehow, in less than two weeks, he has threatened half of your neighborhood and caused almost all your friends to go missing.

At this point, it occurs to you that maybe Yan babysitter is a danger to your lifestyle and you should probably get rid of him. Which marks the beginning of your attempts to erase him from existence, however this doesn’t sway him, and he somehow believes that the person targeting him is actually aiming for you.

So, now, you’ve got an overprotective babysitter watching your every move and probably hiding in your walls. (Maybe you should have let him rot in the other dimension, less trouble and you wouldn’t have had to explain to your parents why the demon in your basement is still hungry)

Yan babysitter who promises to always protect you and to be by your side forever. (He’s such a nuisance)

(Sorry for the short post, I was somewhat distracted by the tv when I was writing this.)

(Regardless, enjoy this post and feel free to comment)

#Fourth official post #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere baby-sitter x reader #my writing #reader insert #enjoy this short fanfic!#Babysitter is named Andrew #Andrew my oc

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colourstreakgryffin · 2 months

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Hi Good morning...

Could you do Yandere Alastor? If not Could Alastor be possessive?

Imagine Charlie going to heaven to talk to the angels (just like in that episode) but in addition to taking his girlfriend, he also took Alastor along with them... Now imagine Alastor being reunited with his beloved wife (who became an angel after her death and with that they both separated) what would happen? Now imagine having other angels flirting with Alastor's wife or trying to protect her since he is the radio demon...

Oooh… okay. This is interesting. Though, I can imagine Alastor may end up dragging us down to Hell with him since he’d be that possessive. He wouldn’t stay in Heaven, he’d be getting us banished from Heaven so he can be with us! That’s how I view it and this is my first Yandere Alastor and Yandere Hazbin Hotel as well!

Alastor- Yin and Yang, Light and Dark

Alastor is a merciless, intimidating man of extreme power as Hell’s all-around-feared Radio Demon. A figure who had nothing to his own name that others did. Just himself, a blade and so many sins under his belt. Nobody would ever suspected he would ever fall in love, that he could fall in love, that it was possible for such a corrupted mind…

But here is both Charlie and Vaggie, and the entirety of Hell being completely disapproved. The young sapphic couple decided to bring their redemption project’s primary investor, Alastor up to Heaven with them as backup support, incase anything happens. The three demons are greeted with the mighty Seraphim, Sera’s assistant. A beautiful warm-hearted female angel that greets them with a warm smile and a familiar accent

Alastor just stopped in place when he met your eyes, he stopped smirking and snarking through this situation. Stopped even smiling as he couldn’t stop looking at this angel… she reminds him of the wife he had lost. Nobody knew he was married… he almost forgot he was. Alastor approaches this sweet-hearted angel and asks politely to hold her hand. Of course, this angel… or also known as you, is a bit hesitant but does so anyway. Eventually being able to flip your hand to reveal the shiny wedding ring that has remained there for so long, it may as well be stuck in place

Since when did Alastor have a wedding ring?! That’s what Vaggie asks herself when Alastor seems to just manifest a shiny golden marriage band onto his hand in just a flick of his wrist, both of you carefully slide off those rings to check the insides, where writing of each other’s names remain. Revealing to one another that you’ve both been reunited since 1933… since Alastor’s death, many years prior your own

You’re found your husband… after almost seventy years

It was hard to not cry before your guests but pulling back in all your emotions and your questions for your estranged now demon husband, Alastor. You have to lead the Princess, her partner and her close friend over to where Sera and Emily await to greet them. Whilst Emily ends up excitedly distracting Charlie and Vaggie, you’re unable to stop thinking about being able to find your husband. You know that ring anywhere and looking at the Radio Demon more, you can see the dark-skinned Creole man behind the new appearance

You smoothly weave past the other two higher-rank inhabitants of this grand bright cool cloudy realm to take Alastor’s hands, prying one off his staff-like microphone-cane and eventually running fingers through his hair, doing so just makes his tall fluffy deer-like ears pin back. It’s just like when you were both humans and how’d you run your fingers through his fluffy dark brown hair to ease him after a long day of work

“Alastor… why did you lie to me? You said we’d go to Heaven together”

He did promise. Back in 1926, when you two got married. A illegal marriage but you didn’t care at all. Married at only 26 years old, both of you. He promised you’d both die together and fly up to Heaven together, be happy, safe and comfortable together in Heaven but when you died after he did, you never found Alastor

You were devastated, looking everywhere, desperate and heartbroken at being alone, and ending up being comforted by Lady Sera. Who revealed to you Alastor never arrived in Heaven… which was just proof to that that he didn’t go to Heaven but he went to Hell

You wanted to know so badly, for almost seventy years. Why he went to Hell… what did he do? You never saw Alastor commit any wrong. He was a good person, yes, wealthy and influential as a very popular Radio Host but a good man

Alastor, in reality, simply hid his true self, his psychotic ‘disorder’ from you. He had actually fallen in love with a sweet soft angel, a sympathetic harmless woman and was terrified he’d lose you, a genuinely good person, to the fact he was a serial killer… hence why you never saw nor knew how bad he actually was

How he killed every single man who came onto you, how he killed every single woman who dared to give you any side eyes. He was obsessed, possessive, protective, murder-driven

Alastor covered every single footstep and every trace of his bad doings and even when he was reported as the serial killer on the radio upon the Police taking him down… you still didn’t know because you avoided the radio, out of heartbreak pain of your husband being taken away from you and utter disbelief of what anybody said about Alastor back in Louisiana, New Orleans during your old-timey era

Being reunited with you… this beautiful moment has drowned Alastor with not only all those incredible memories of the past as a human he shared with you, but all his unhealthy, what it’s called yandere mannerisms. In an instant, he is determined to get you back at all causes and he is willing to drag you down to Hell with him

He can’t be redeemed, even if seeing you again is a huge motivation to try fix himself and pass by his sins of wrath, he’ll just make you fall through the clouds and land right into his arms after passing through the pentagram above. This is perfect… absolutely perfect and a mere second devised plan is already becoming the Overlord’s obsession

Alastor lifts up the hand combing through his hair away and kisses the top of your hand, making both yours and his heart flutter. Everything you do for one another is reminders of the past and reminders of your secret marriage. His pretty crimson red eyes look down at you before he speaks, his voice dropping the radio effect echo so his organic transatlantic accent coos out, full of love and joy

Mainly because he’s going to make you become a Fallen Angel and come live in Hell with him. You won’t be alone again and he won’t be alone again either

“I know, darling… I was never a good person and I didn’t deserve you. But I am here to change. If you give me some weeks, maybe some months. Give us that time. We’ll be together again. Just like before”

A/N: To say. What would Alastor do if he saw Angels trying to flirt with you or keep you away from him as he visits Heaven with Chaggie is that he’d be planning immense murder and destruction but he couldn’t do anything about it. Politely dragging you away from the angels to talk to you more. He wants to kill but he can’t whilst within Heaven

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