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Halloween Special

Alright pulling an allnighter to finish this but frick that. For once i'm actually writting it with more fem!darling focus so warning of that ahead. Welp enjoy your horny OBT inspired yandere lady.

Yandere Fem Spider Hybrid X Caretaker Darling

TW: monster-fucking, dubcon, sadism, masochism, bondage, Hematolagnia

Her life wasn't much before those monsters dragged her from her burrow. But that doesn’t matter—she hates it here. The glass walls feel suffocating, the environment is fake, the food disgusting, though not as disgusting as those faces behind the glass. Tapping the glass, yelling, making faces... she hates it. And so here she is, cocooning her meal just so she doesn’t fall out of practice when the door creaks open. She gets up, ready to bite, just like the last time a "handler" tried to "look after her." A new face enters, carefully, and smiles. It looks so weak, there’s no way it’s a threat, so she just backs down and hisses. "Hehe, feisty, are you...? And pretty big... I’ll just drop off a little treat." Is it talking to her? Well, that’s new. It places something in her usual feeding spot. Again, unusual—they don’t feed her so often. It then walks away and waves. She waits a bit before coming closer to the offering. And it moves. All rationality is gone then; she just bites. She missed the hunt. It’s a pretty plump chicken, and she’s more than excited for such a treat and quickly takes it to her hide. If this face comes back with more treats like this, she might actually like them.

Another day, she’s trying to shut out the world when she hears more yelling outside the glass wall and frowns. A group of little monsters is right up against the glass, and she hisses at their antics. Then the face from before shows up. "Hey! Leave the hybrid alone! Can’t you read the signs?" The scolded younger ones grumble and back away slightly, at which point the face steps in front of them. "You can just read the sign and see this beauty isn’t too active." The little ones, angry at being stopped, turn their taunting and bothering toward the face, who does their best to tolerate them. Some sympathy awakens in her, maybe just a bit of gratitude and mischief, and she decides to "help." She walks right up against the glass, placing her hands and two of her feet right against the wall before properly showing off her fangs, almost as long as her whole head. The younger monsters quickly scatter with yelps. The face from before turns around and chuckles. "My my... I might just have to send the troublesome ones to you more often, girly." She doesn’t understand their gibberish, but that tone suggests a compliment—and maybe some live treats later.

She got used to them eventually. They were much better company than her previous handlers and brought treats, so she had zero reason to actively dislike them. Actually, she’s been liking them more and more, even letting them come right up to her hide. And so one day the face comes in with a treat and another thing... it looked almost like a hedgehog. "Hey, beauty... want a treat?" Of course she comes right up and takes the treat. Young turkey this time—neat. As she pumps it full of her venom, she feels the face touch her. She freezes. The face brings the strange object up to her head and starts running it through her hair. "Alright... no biting, got it, girly..." She stays still, feeling fury building up, and then the object pulls a strand of her hair. The next second, she has the face under her, biting their hand and giving them a warning dose of venom, expecting the usual yell of pain. Guards pull her off the handler as she hisses, quickly retreating to her hide. As the guards carry the caretaker out, she listens to see how much venom she actually gave them, but instead of yelling, she hears moans. Well, this is going to be something.

Two weeks later, the person is back... as if nothing happened. Their hand is bandaged up due to the sheer size of her fangs, but that’s it. They keep a bigger distance, but the compliments haven’t subsided. Why in the world are they here? "Hey, pretty... Don’t worry, no touching today..." She comes closer... They don’t back away. Have they always been so red when they were near her? And were they always so tiny? They always call her pretty or beautiful, but this time she REALLY likes them. "...pretty..."

She spent a few nights thinking of what the hell had been happening with them. And why the hell does she want them to touch her! And she lands on it—they must be courting her! These monsters are so damn weird, and this must be some sort of ritual. They have been keeping their distance since she "rejected" them, probably afraid of getting killed. Gods, she’s so dense! And so, the next time she sees them, she decides to try it for herself. While they’re filling her feeding spot, she creeps up behind them and runs her fingers through their much shorter hair. This time they freeze but don’t pull away, so she continues. She’s never noticed just how specific their scent is... it’s lovely. While her hands work on their hair, her other limbs start touching the rest of their body. The monsters outside the wall are speechless, and she does not want them seeing this anymore. If they’re to be her mate, she wants to mate the way her kind would and without spectators. Without too much struggle, she drags them to her hide and starts spinning a decorative cocoon around them. They’ll be so pretty in her webs. She’s about to bite them again when the guards finally reach the enclosure and separate them. She hisses and panics. Why are they messing with their mating?! They drag her out of the enclosure and towards the back. She sees her person, shaking and talking to a director while they help them get her webs off.

She’s pacing in the small holding cell, furious. The guards messed it all up! That’s her darling! Her mate! Who are they to separate them! This won’t fly! No, no, no, no, no! She’s getting out tonight. She’s taking her darling. And she’s mating them—that’s final.

Getting out wasn’t too hard, to her own surprise. A few bites did the job, and their darling’s scent was still fresh. She followed the scent down the streets of the city, surrounded by those monsters... they’re masked, though. They’re dressed in strange skins and leaves, pretending to be something different. She blends right in.

She finds them days later in a run-down complex. They’re in the shower, scrubbing themselves clean... They must be trying to get foreign scents off. What a good mate.

They regain consciousness in... a burrow? They’re wrapped up in silk with their mouth covered... and there, a 7'10" spider hybrid looms above them, her fangs grazing their neck. "...beautiful..." They try to struggle but fail. She sinks her fangs in, and the agony fills their veins. They cry and moan into the silk covering their mouth. Words are long gone from their brain. She grins and licks up the delicious liquid gold running from the wounds. "...beautiful..." She pulls them up by the silk and attaches it to the roof of her burrow, watching them writhe. She quickly rips off those skins they wear over their pretty body. They don’t have markings like her, nor nearly the same amount of hair... they look so innocent this way. She starts nibbling on their body, looking for sensitive spots, and whenever she finds one, she gives it a small dose of venom, loving the cries coming from her darling. Eventually, she finds herself between her darling’s legs, hands holding their thighs apart, two of her legs holding their hips, and all eight of her eyes fixated on her darling’s perfection. Human genitals are foreign to her, so she starts with slight licks and nibbles. Upon seeing the reaction, she clumsily adds more stimuli. Any time a bit of her venom slips, her darling cries and thrashes, only adding to their beauty. Her long tongue makes its way inside them, and they arch their back. She grins, realizing she’s finally found the right place. She starts tasting and devouring them like a five-course meal. Any time they tighten, she gives them a dose of her venom just to see the reaction. The closer they come to what she presumes to be climax, the more desperate their fight becomes until they finally come undone on her face. She laps up all of their essence and then lowers them down. They’re so perfect... She removes the silk covering their mouth, and they smile. Their eyes are glazed over with pleasure and love.

"...pretty..." "...beautiful..."

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Mattheo's Birthday

Ah ah ah the time has come! Our dear desperte yandere is a year older. So here's what his deiety gifts him. <3

TW: panty stealing, self hating and harming thoughts, wax play, burns

He doesn’t usually celebrate his birthday—he doesn’t see the need to—so imagine his surprise when he’s scavenging for something to add to his shrine on that day and stumbles upon something so perfect... He finds a pair of underwear with a tear on the side, probably the reason it was thrown out, but most importantly to him, it was worn. Oh, his deity must have known—they must have! Otherwise, they wouldn’t gift him such a perfect thing on this day.

He rushes home, and upon locking the door behind himself, he crumples in front of his shrine. It’s full of photos and relics of his beloved, but this must become the new centerpiece. "O-Oh, my beloved, you’re spoiling me..." An almost manic laugh rips from his chest, his eyes watery with pure euphoria at having something that was so utterly close to you. He brings the piece of clothing to his nose and breathes in your sweet scent. As it reaches his brain, an unwanted emotion stirs in him. Lust slowly takes over his mind, and his body stirs to life. "N-no, no, no, hehe... I’m not worthy, I’m not worthy..." The ache in his trousers is insistent though, and upon taking them off, he finds himself completely hard. "A-Ah, no, I’m such a dirty slut... so utterly dirty... I-I mustn't—" But his body has a stronger rule, and he starts carefully touching his aching appendage. His broken mind is screaming in protest, but his body just feels too good. Between his whiny moans, he manages to speak. "O-oh, forgive me, my dearest... look what you’re doing to me. I-I simply can’t not think about your perfection. Your godly voice, those hauntingly beautiful eyes, the scent, the body..." He holds the underwear close to himself, not daring to put it anywhere near his crotch for fear of dirtying it with his filthy pre-cum. "O-Oh my, I’m so disgusting... so filthy... I should just claw my skin open... to cleanse myself for you." As he approaches his peak, his eyes well up with even more tears, and just as he’s about to climax, he pulls slightly away and reaches for a candle. "T-this is for you, my love." He allows the hot wax to drip onto his twitching cock and howls in pain-pleasure. "F-for you, my love! My god!"

Upon coming down from his high of pain, he’s breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. With shaking hands, he places the underwear onto his shrine and kisses the picture. "T-Thank you, my darling... T-Thank you so, so, so much for your gift. Y-You truly made my birthday."

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Birthday Boy

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Haruto

Age: 20

Birthday: 4. April

Zodiac: Aries

Occupation: Student

Favorite Food: Miso soup

Yandere Level: 3

Yandere Type: Worshiping

Desperate: 5

Needy: 10

Would they kill them for their darling? No

More: He is bad luck. Nobody has the guts to actually say it, but he’s a failure, and he knows it. He had a single friend, Layla, and she dropped out—it must be him. And then you joined the class.

You, such a perfect person, sat next to him and didn’t get the dose of his bad luck! You didn’t fail or drop out! You actually talked to him! This can’t be! You must be fortune itself! That has to be it—you’re his fortune.

He doesn’t have the guts to actually approach you, but it "just happened" that you had a lot of similar classes, and he always sat where he could see you. Oh? His roommate doesn’t want him in the dorm? He’ll make sure he’s moved to yours!

So far, he only watches, but he's getting bolder. (Some of your clothes disappeared.) He NEEDS you!

“H-huh?! O-oh no! No! It’s not what it looks like! I need your scent, please!”

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Many of Mattheos' books are essentially a reflection of his fantasies about his beloved, although he would never admit it...

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Mattheo's confessions

Heya! I know I'm taking a while with the promised story. I hit a bit of writer's block. I'll be putting out just the works in the queue for a while. I'm sorry.

We have already established that you are a god to Mattheo, so it only makes sense for him to confess his sins to you, right? Of course, he can't afford to be seen or recognized; he is clever enough to realize that. So, it happens that you find letters with poems cut out from newspapers on your windowsill. They're not the best and slightly creepy but you live in the worse part of the town. Surely it's nothing to worry about... Or maybe you know and you want to play along...

Oh my dear god, I humbly plea, Forgive me for the wrong I've done. I saw that pest, so sly and free, While you enjoyed your walks in the sun.

That brute with his touches and crude jokes, I saw the pain behind your smile. Though you laughed, your eyes awoke, Revealing hurt all the while.

For you, my dear, I took a stand, And made that man just disappear. I hope you understand, I did it all to end your tear.

My most beloved deity, forgive me, For I have sinned, I must confess. I've taken something precious, can't you see, From your discarded relics, I did transgress.

To you, a small glass of your scent might seem, Insignificant, a trivial thing. But to me, your mere follower, it’s a dream, As if you gifted purest air, on wings.

I swear to treasure it, my dear, This stolen breath, this sacred blend. But I beg your forgiveness here, For this sin, I must make amends.

My beloved god, I beg you once more, Forgive me now; my guilt won’t fade. I’m holding back, but it’s such a chore— Your body tempts me, I feel betrayed.

I couldn’t resist; it’s all too much, I’d rather cut off my hands than touch. I’d carve my eyes out to look away, But these desires just won’t stay at bay.

They’re eating me alive, this constant fight, So save me from this, my dearest light.

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Lol I love your new oc Layla but my b-day is may 12th and I know she would take that as a sign and I’d be locked in an attic lol love her

Sounds about right lol. You might not want to celebrate with her though if you plan on walking soon afterwards.

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Alois Trancy X Mother Figure F!Reader

Self-indulgent content ahead you've been warned.

Honestly, I have no idea how you did this. Maybe you were looking for a job, or perhaps you stumbled upon his manor during a storm. Either way, you ended up in Alois's service.

It took a bit; he was very cautious around you. (It's been a while since he had a human servant.)

One night, you were behind on your duties and working overtime. You were just outside his door when he screamed in terror.

You ran to his side and found him breathing heavily, staring at the door as if a monster would storm in any second. But it was just you.

Used to looking after children, you acted on instinct. You sat next to him, took him in your arms, and ran your fingers through his hair. In a gentle, hushed tone, you asked, "What's wrong?"

In that moment, he didn't care if you were being fake; he just craved the feeling of being truly looked after. He didn't tell you what the nightmare was about, but from there, it all changed.

Day 1: He clung to you the whole day. (To his butler's astonishment and dismay.)

Day 4: You were to stop calling him "Your Highness." (Calling him Alois was faster anyway.)

Day 6: You lost all duties that didn't involve him.

Day 10: You moved into his room.

Day 15: He promoted you from your former role to his caretaker alongside Claude.

Day 30: You moved into his room.

Day 31: He started settling down, or so it seemed.

Day 90: "Mother! Help me get dressed!" It was a slip-up. He expected a big reaction, but when it didn't come, it became the norm. Other servants don't like the closeness you share but keep their mouths shut... for now...

From then on, Alois became dependent on you to an unhealthy degree.

He doesn't like you disciplining him much, but surprisingly he lets you, as long as it's not physical.

He developed a major co-sleeping issue. He can't help that your arms are so warm.

He won't admit it, but he likes when you actively baby him—when you say he's too young to handle something, when you wipe something off his cheek, and so on.

He might act a little more clumsy... not on purpose, of course... He didn't usually cry over a small cut or a scraped knee... well, he certainly changed.

You have your own kids? Great! Now he gets to have siblings again! He has to be the favorite, though.

His favorite activity is always going to be when you sit in the library with him in your lap and read him stories.

You can't heal him, but you help him get better and eventually live a happy life...

[Canon end] You were visiting your family when it happened... you only found the body... The guilt nearly killed you, but you lived through it. You never moved on. The image of the body of a boy you came to love haunts you. The most awful feeling, though, is the fact that you can't feel him. It's like someone or something locked his soul away so that you never can feel his presence again.

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Layla has a gun kink and has many props for it. Or I hope they're props...

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ON MY HANDS AND KNEES BEGGING YOU FOR MORE MATTHEO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

(no pressure tho :) )

I've got a short story in the pipeline, don't worry! Maybe avoid letting him see you in this situation. I have no doubt that I would be the next one who vanishes…

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Layla

Age: 19

Birthday: 10. May

Zodiac: Taurus

Occupation: Web designer

Favorite Food: Shrimp cup noodles

Yandere Level: 5

Yandere Type: Possesive

Desperate: 9

Needy: 10

Would they kill them for their darling? Yes

More: She's always been a mess, even more so when her parents kicked her out. But that changed when she spotted her darling. She immediately knew she had to have them.

She started by crouching up money and buying an attic apartment near their place. Not only that, but she then modified it to be soundproof and fit for two people. It took a lot of money and time for her, but it'll be worth it.

Next up, she waited for them to go to a bar and slipped something in their drink. They woke up shackled to a soft bed, with her playing with their hair.

"You are mine from now on, lovely."

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Mattheo

Age: 21

Birthday: 23. October

Zodiac: Scorpio 

Occupation: XXX Writer

Favorite Food: Lavender Blueberry Cheesecake

Yandere Level: 5

Yandere Type: Worshiping

Desperate: 3

Needy: 4

Would they kill them for their darling? Yes

More: His darling is a god to him, and that's why he would never dare touch them; he's not worthy. But, oh, can he dream? Their deep eyes, their fluffy hair, and, ah, their lips! Nobody is worthy of that! They belong in a temple forever, pure!

Now imagine if he saw them kiss someone... No, no, no, his deity would never! His beloved must've been forced! And so the first person 'ghosted' them.

One night, while looking for more relics to add to his shrine, he found something that made his heart jump. A receipt for one of his books. You best believe that after that, all of his works got misdelivered to them. He is contemptuous of watching his darling; he doesn't need their body. He just needs to be their faithful protector.

"My beloved, simply breathing the same air as you is a gift!"

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Passing on.

Cardan Greenbriar is a bratty sub. Pass it on.

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Adrian x F!Darling

Firstly, I want to apologize as I lost the original ask, so I hope the one who requested this sees it.

Second, I don't remember the much being specified, in which case I go to headcanons by default. (Unless it was specified, and I messed up, in which case I'm sorry.)

At first he was incredibley confused abut what were your intentions. Why were you so set on being around him? Did you want something from him?

Be prepared to make the first moves because he will have hard time adimiting his feelings, even to himself.

When you ask to court him, he's going to act as usual, maybe a bit more cocky, but inside he's squealing and cussing himself out at the same time.

For a long time, he's going to be telling himself that he's only doing this because he is making you happy, and he's not letting himself fall in love.

That changes when you start showing him physical affection.

He had no idea how touch-starved he was.

Little touches, hugs, light kisses - it all feels so right. But he's still cautious.

Well, at least until...

One night, he was reading when you suddenly came up and sat next to him. You hugged him, your soft skin and warm body pressed against his. He could feel your warm breath and hear your heartbeat.

For some reason, this drove it home, you don't have ulterior motives. You just like him.

He went from being a grumpy cat to a puppy dog, but only when he is around you.

He starts returning the affection and spoiling you in any way he can.

Pet names.

He'll get you the most beautiful jewelry he can. He loves seeing you adorned in anything that screams you're his.

"Only the best for the light of my life."

Believe it or not, he has no experience, minus Sumi and Taka, and we know how that went.

It takes some time to become intimate with him, and he might back out in a few of the first attempts, Just give him time.

He isn't very kinky, but he's willing to experiment with you.

If you want to tie him up, you'll have to wait a long time to do so. The first time you try, it can can be the softest silk ribbon, but he'll cry anyway. A good start would be to just tie a ribbon around his wrist when the two of you are just out and about.

The one kink he does have is body worship. Both receiving and giving.

He loves when you caress every inch of his body, when you compliment every minor detail. He doesn't have much of an ego, but in those moments, he feels just that good about himself.

When he's on the giving end, he feels just as good. He loves to kiss all over you. Everything about you is perfect. Your skin is perfect, your eyes are perfect, your hair is perfect, your pussy is perfect, and your breasts are perfect.

Also, period sex might happen if you're comfortable. Dhampir can't be afraid of blood, can he?

"Just be gentle, please, my love."

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Fandom list:

Anime:

Attack on Titan

Black Butler

Bungo Stray Dogs

Death Note

Demon Slayer

My Hero Academia

Naruto

Series:

Castlevania

Dungeon Meshi

Sherlock

The Witcher

Wakfu

Movies:

The Rise of the Guardians

Into the Spider-Verse

Across the Spider-Verse

Books:

Folk of the air

Iskari

Games:

The Arcana

Cookie Run

John Doe

Your Boyfriend

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Rules

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Won't write:

Underage

Incest

May add more along the way.

Will write:

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Underage characters PLATONIC only.