#Yandere tex

[heartfullofleeches]

I love Pure of Heart, Dumb of Ass Knight Reader who truly believes Damsel is just an innocent princess-

Knight Reader: A terrifying beast, you say? Nonsense! This maiden is as innocent as the rest of us!

"Ask it to blink"

[Damsel starts to sweat - shutting both eyes one at a time]

Damsel: S-See? I'm just a poor, defenseless princess.

Knight Reader: How dare you all - Clearly there is something wrong with their eyes. We need to get them to a medic this instance!

[johnwickb1tsch]

Yandere Tex Johnson x Witness!Reader x John Wick Imagine WIP Part 8

After 450 comments on the last section 🤣 its time for a new one. U guyz are gremlins!😆👏👏 @treedaddymcpuffpuff @tammykelly @sweetwolfcupcake @lilspookymeh

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"Come on, we've got to get you somewhere safe," says John Wick, trying to hustle you down the street.

"No," you protest, resisting. "We have to find John and Tex. They might need us."

You were skeptical about demons and the occult, God and the Devil and everything in between, at first. But after hanging out with Constantine, you'd seen a few things. Just enough that you had sense enough to be scared. You clutch the protection amulet around your neck that John had given you. You'd laughed at him at the time, but now you were glad to have it.

"They're both grown men, honey. I told Tex to leave you alone. This is what he gets."

Suddenly you're angry all over again. "Oh, you told him, huh?" You push John's chest--its like having a disagreement with a brick wall. "Do you have any fucking idea how much I've missed you? How it destroyed me to be thrown away like an old shirt you had no more use for?"

He is still as a mountain as he holds your wrists, preventing you from striking him, but not hurting you. Those dark eyes bore into you, through you. How does he not see you? "Y/n...I did what I thought was best for you."

"But you didn't fucking ask me! Or at least, you didn't listen! But you know what, it doesn't matter right now. John had to put some kind of a curse on Tex in self defense, because Tex is such an asshole, and now they're both in danger!"

"A what?"

You pause to think, and you're pretty sure you know where Constantine would go. There's an old church a few blocks over. Consecrated ground. It's where he's always told you to go if something came after you. It would be a good place to regroup.

"Come on," you say, pulling John in the opposite direction down the street.

For once, he actually listens, a shadow at your back ready to protect you, but he lets you lead the way.

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The old building looks like it should probably be condemned. It's definitely seen better days, and hasn't seen a congregation in at least a decade. However, the ground is still holy, untouchable for the Unclean, and when you burst through the doors after John has already shot down three demons, you are so relieved to see Constantine and Tex sitting in some of the old pews. They definitely look like they've been through a battle, disheveled and beat up. You wonder how much was demons, and how much they did to each other.

"Thank God!" You run to them, and Tex's expression rises and falls as you go to Constantine, pressing your mouth to his in what you know is a needy kiss, assuring yourself as much as him.

He smirks down at you, well aware of the death- stares he's receiving from both sides. It's possible he makes a show of grabbing your ass, just to rub it in to your two Ghosts.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah. You?"

You nod. Then Constantine rolls his eyes upward, over your head to John Wick. He is quietly forbidding in his black suit, standing watch by the door. "That your other Ghost?"

With a tired sigh you nod.

"Ghosts? The fuck is Harry Potter here talkin' about?"

The urge to punch Tex or kiss him is strong as ever.

"The two of you ghosted me, didn't you?"

"Baby girl, I missed you. That's why I came to get you." He shoots a telling glare over at John Wick, who only returns a disinterested look. Maybe the master assassin had been keeping tabs on you, but he hadn't shared everything with Tex, it seems.

Constantine looks between the two assassins, then you, with an infuriating smirk.

"What?" you demand, more than a little exasperated with everthing.

"Nothing. Just seems like you have a type, angel."

You can't even argue.

"Angel?" Tex snorts at your pet name. "Does he even know you?"

"Does he ever shut up?" asks Constantine, raising one dark eyebrow.

"No, never," you sigh.

There is a howl outside that lifts every hair on your body, an unearthly sound that makes your fingers grip in Constantine's suit jacket.

"What are we going to do?"

"Good question." Constantine tugs you over to a different pew, sitting down with his arm draped around your shoulders. His message is obvious, and it's new to you. Constantine rocks your world on the nightly, but he's never been possessive before. It really shouldn't, but it ignites a warmth in your chest that makes you feel ridiculously, stupidly, giddy inside.

"Seems like we're at an impasse, gentlemen."

Tex frowns. John seems less than impressed.

"Sorry, what's stopping us from killing you and taking her?"

You tense, watching the gun John holds loosely at his side. You know Wick can move like lightning, and your heart leaps into your throat. You are ready to fling yourself between them if you have to.

"John..."

"It's ok, sweetheart. He's not going to kill me."

"No offense, but I've heard that before from lots of people who are dead now."

Constantine snorts. "You can't kill me, because I've put a curse on your friend here, and you need me to lift it."

"So lift it."

"Can't. Got a friend who can though. You'll never see him without me."

You know Constantine must be talking about the famed and powerful bokor, Papa Midnite. A chill runs down your spine. You've met him precisely once. He was polite--and hot as fuck, if you're being honest--but you knew he was not to be trifled with.

"So let's go, then," says Tex, his patience lost about three dead demons ago.

"Hold up, Howdy Doody. We got to talk first."

"Bout?"

Constantine nods down at you. "Maybe I don't know all the details, but I've heard enough. And as much as I've enjoyed filling the hole you assholes left--I can't let you hurt her again. I'll let the demons feast on your souls first."

Almost on cue, that demonic howling sounds again outside, and a chorus of hellish hissing rises. It sounds like you are surrounded.

Tex leaps to his feet. "You smug little fucker--"

"Shut up, Tex." It's Wick who shushes his friend. "What do you propose?"

Finally, Constantine looks down at you. "It depends on what she wants."

Your mouth drops open at that. You have to decide that, now? As though he can read your thoughts, and sometimes you're convinced he can, Constantine pays you an infuriating smirk.

"I...don't want them dead. Or...devoured."

"That's a start, I guess. Do you ever want to be with them again?"

Your eyes go wide as saucers. The simple answer, of course, is yes. You love them. You miss them.

However, answers are never so simple, with your Boys involved. Like an idiot, you dare to look at them, taking in Tex's hang-dog puppy-eyed look, and John's quiet but intense yearning. Then, of course, there is the man beside you, who despite his aloofness and his prickly manner, has been nothing but good to you.

You've never said it out loud, but the truth is, you love him too.

"I don't know."

"Yeah. I figured." He smirks at you, inexplicably smug, and you kind of want to smack him too.

Which always leads to interesting things, with John Constantine, your stupid lady parts sing out. Jesus Christ on a cracker, what a fucking mess.

"You got a point, Gandalf?" demands Tex, paying a nervous look to one of the cracked stained glass windows. Ominous dark shapes are flying past outside. This is not good.

"I want you assholes to accept a Spell of Submission to her."

"The fuck does that mean?" demands Tex with a thunderous frown. John remains neutral as he listens.

"It means, if you ever try to make her do something she really doesn't want to do, again, she can say the magic words to fuck up your world. Pardner."

"No fuckin' way," Tex scoffs.

At the same time, John answers, "I'll do it."

Your eyes meet across the aisle of the church. That he would take such a leap of faith-- for you-- drops the floor out from under you.

Tex, of course, interrupts your moment of soul- searching eye contact with John.

"Wait, so we could be havin' an argument and she can drop me dead with the evil eye or somethin'?"

Constantine snorts. "It would probably serve you right, Hee Haw, but no. Cause you extreme pain? Yes. But it comes at a price. All magic does. I know she wouldn't use it lightly."

It would potentially even the playing field quite a bit between you three. The balance of power amongst you had never been fair.

"What's a matter, Tex? You don't trust me?"

"Only as far a I could throw you, darlin'." But his hawk-like look softens for you after a moment, and then surprisingly he grins. "Got me over a barrel now, don't you?"

You shift a little in your seat, so that you're flush against Constantine. The solid line of his lithe warmth beside you is anchoring. You glance up at him, finding he looks arrogantly amused-- and surprisingly, a little sad. If you didn't know him so well you would have missed it, like ripples in a pool.

You turn back to Tex, an uneasy excitement thrumming in your chest.

"If the curse fits?"

The cowboy sighs, frowning at the hellspawn waiting to rend his flesh and eat his soul outside. "Alright, fine. Guess you might as well take it all." He can't look at you while he says it, but you sense his surrender-- or at least, his resignation. It's not exactly a victory, but it's something, and it pulls at your heartstrings.

"Alright, wizard boy. Hoodoo me up."

Constantine snorts, leaping up from the bench. "First we've got to get out of here. You're going to want to cover your eyes." He starts muttering an encantation and walking in a circle, sprinkling a powder on the ground from his pocket. "When this goes off we'll have ten minutes. Either of you assholes have a car nearby?"

"Yeah."

"Great. Hope you like to drive fast."

His chanting gets louder, and you see he's produced a lighter. He never uses it for cigarettes anymore, but portable fire to a magician has its uses. You can tell he's reaching the crescendo of his spell, and you scrunch your eyes closed. Even through your eyelids you see the flash, and the boom of a magical fireball that should have burned you all to dust.

However, only the things outside incinerate, their agonized cries echoing through the cavernous stone building.

"Let's move."

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Hope I set this up for Midnite's club and whatever shenanigans u guys want to get up to 😆 Enjoy! @sweetwolfcupcake @treedaddymcpuffpuff @tammykelly

[passionateseadruid]

Snake Kings Bride 10

Fenrir

It’s been a few weeks since the “incident” as your coining it. Lucifer seems rather unaffected by it. He’s been love bombing you as usual. Making you food every day, buying you new gifts, tight hugs that were practically suffocating you, and he took you out for "dates" every weekend. This weekend he's taking you to the gluttony ring to look at how the hell hounds are treated.

You dressed in a pastel yellow shirt with a duck on it (of course) and flared jeans embroidered with apples on the sides (again, of course). You walked out of the room to find Lucifer waiting for you.

He squealed “You look so cute!” He hugged you and snuggled into your form.

“Stop. Touching. Me.”

He pouted, giving you puppy dog eyes. “I don’t wanna, doll!”

“I am not you doll.” You tried to push him away, but you just ended up stumbling back. “Let’s just get going to the gluttony ring.” You picked yourself up and walked towards the limo.

…

About an hour later you, Lucifer, and Beelzebub (or bee)

were sitting in a lounge overlooking a chaotic Hellhound part Bee was throwing. It was admittedly a bit uncomfortable. Lucifer and Bee were getting drunk on “honey” and you were sitting trying not to look out the window of the overhead lounge because you’d probably see people making out and/or grinding on each other.

“Hey… I’m gonna head out for some fresh air okay?” You told Lucifer.

He hugged you arm nuzzling it for a few seconds before letting you go. “Come back soon okay! I’ll find you wherever you off to!”

You stepped outside the club and checked some text messages.

“Tough night?” Someone asked from behind you. You turned around and saw a tall Hellhound with a broad muscular figure.

“You probably shouldn’t be talking to me.” You warned. His fur was black and he had a scar over his left eye.

“Okay, that’s kinda rude.” 

You roll your eyes. “It’s for your own safety. My “Fiancé” is possessive and probably wouldn’t like me talking to anyone guy.”

“You’re Lucifer’s girl aren’t you? Nice to meat you candy apple.” He smiled.

“Candy apple?” You tilted your head in confusion.

“Your jeans.” He pointed out. “Anyway I’m Vortex. Why are you out here all alone?”

“Lucifer and Bee were getting hammered and I just didn’t want to deal with that. I came out here to get away from all the noise.” You explained, just wanting to be alone right now.

“Sorry about that. Bee can get kinda rowdy at times. So you’re just out here to relax?” He asked not getting the hint.

“Yeah. It’s the only time I’ve gotten to be away from Lucifer in days. It was supposed to be alone time for me.” You said passive aggressively. Before he could respond you got the call you’ve been waiting for for months! “Sorry I have to take this!” Vortex nodded and left you to the phone call. “Hello?” You asked hesitantly.

“Hey is this Luci’s new bitch?!” The guy on the other end of the phone asked. He was loud and brash, and you remember him from your one day out doing whatever you wanted in exchange for going on a date with Lucifer.

“Yes that’s me. Did you find him, Mr. Blitz?” You asked hopeful of the outcome.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist honey, we got the guy.” He said so nonchalantly. 

“Great! Unfortunately I can’t come pick up the information about him right now. I’m… out of town on a work trip and I won’t be back until later tonight.” You explained sheepishly. 

“Yeah yeah, just come pick it up when you get the chance. I will say that it’s quite odd to have you request we track this guy down, but money is money and I’m not complaining.” You heard the squeaking of a chair in the background of the call.

“Thank you for your time Mr. Blitz.” You smiled so grateful for this.

“Thank YOU for your money.” He hung up and you went back inside to find the sins.

You were trying not to trip over limbs or bump into people. The whole place looked more like an orgy than Ozzie’s did. (But then again you weren’t exactly on the floor at Ozzie’s. There were fountains of honey, crazy ring statues, hexagonal shaped furniture, and music blaring from every corner of the place.

You made your way back up to the lounge and had to pretend like everything was normal.

Once you got there you saw a terrifying sight. A very, very drunk Lucifer whining on the couch. Once you entered his head shot up and he smiled at you. He flopped off the couch and ran to you. He leaned against you at a weird angle to press his face against your chest. His drunken rambling made no sense. He pulled you away from the door and pinned you against the wall.

“Your ssssoooo pretty~” He giggled as he slurred his words. “Fuck.” His voice came out in a whisper. “I wanna kiss you so badly!” He whined.

“You need to sober up.” You tried to get away as he held you close.

This seemed to be a running trend in your “relationship with the king of hell huh? He’d do something awful and make you super uncomfortable. Then he would apologize and love-bomb you with presents as an apology, promising to change and be better. But he never has, he never will.

“You’re so perfect! You’ll never go away~” He said sloppily. He giggled at you as you looked dully at him.

Maybe there was no escaping him, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t, wouldn’t, and shouldn’t try. There was nothing that bounded you to him. Renesmee and Nina were lovely to hang out with and be around but Styx and Pluto weren’t exactly the most welcoming of people to be around. It was suffocating.

“We need to get you some water.” You tried to step away again he he just held you in place against the wall and kissed you.

“No! I don’t want any water when I have the sweetest taste I could ever have here in my hands. You’re lips are like ambrosia, Darling. I need to taste them over and over. I need your kisses more than I need to breath!”

You wanted to cry. In any other context this would have been so sweet and romantic. If only he hadn’t taken you and violated you with his wants and desires every chance he got. He would have been such a sweetheart and a hopeless romantic if you two had met under normal circumstances. But instead he is forcing you to be his wife.

“We’re leaving.” You said as you grabbed his arm.

“I don’t wanna go!” He whined and struggled as you dragged him outside and away from the rest of the party.

“You need to sober up before you get a hangover tomorrow and become even more needy and “affectionate”. If you can even call it that.” People cheered as they saw you two leaving. You wondered if they actually thought he was a good king or if they were just kissing up to him. If it was the first option then why? He profited from a system that was built to keep them down. 

You threw him in the back seat of the car and climbed in after him. Eventually the car drove off and you were making your way back to the Pride ring. The car ride was silent as you stared out the window and Lucifer slept with his head on your lap.

Eventually you saw something that shocked and disturbed you.

A small Samoyed hell hound was being held down and muzzled… “Stop the car!” The driver stopped at your command.

You ran out and ran towards the small creature. You gently scooped the pup into your arms and glared at the bigger Hell hounds trying to take this poor creature away.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?” You yelled in rage.

“None of your business! Now step aside!” One of them yelled. You held your ground and refused to let go of the poor little creature.

“It’s okay little one. Nothing is going to harm you while I’m here.”

“While we’re here…” Lucifer came out from the car unexpectedly. “I may have a killer headache but I know when my girls in danger. You come at my wife you fuck with me. And I don’t like getting fucked…” he spoke in a menacing tone as his horns grew out of head, with the new addition of a big black spot on his horns that weren’t originally there. His wings sprouted from his back. “Go to the car doll.”

“No.”

“Doll…”

You grabbed his hand and pulled both him and the puppy to to car. “Call up Bee and tell her we’re adopting this Hellhound. What’s your name little one?” You pulled them both into the limo.

“I don’t have one.” The sweet Samoyed revealed as Lucifer called Beelzebub.

“Are you a boy or a girl?”

“I’m a boy…”

“I’m gonna name you Guinefort after the folk hero! I’ll call you Guinea for short! You’re like a cute little guinea pig!” You smiled and booped his nose.

“What’s a guinea pig?” He tilted his head.

“Not important right now. How do you feel about your name?” He cringed at it. “Not a fan huh? How about… Gelert! No? Shippeitaro? Samara? Raiju?” You thought for a moment longer. “…hm. Fenrir?”

“That one!” He clapped.

You smiled. “That’s a beautiful name.” You kissed him forehead.

Yes, earlier you we’re talking about how you had nothing to tie you down to hell but… what were you supposed to do? Let him die? Or whatever they would’ve done to him? No… one step at a time you were going to start to change hell while you could. Even if you wouldn’t stick around to see the improvement it would make for its citizens.

“I promise Fenrir, as long as I’m with you nothing bad will ever happen to you again.

[sweetwolfcupcake]

Heya sweetie!!!!! How are you?

I have a lil bit of indulgent request... I wanna know what your thoughts will be on the reader being on periods and how the boys will react to it from the Wicked Johnsons fic. (Like imagine one of them keeping their big warm hand on your abdomen! I would be so happy I mightt cryy😩��🥺)

Since it's a collab fic I am thinking of sending this same ask to all the authors so everyone can respond with their own thoughts. But please feel free to opt out on it if you want to.

I have always loved your introspective pieces, whenever the batting order would get to you. Your works have beeen an important link in letting us (irl) readers know what the fictional reader is thinking, how much of the situation they have processed and how much is still up in the air. All in all enhanced the whole experience more and made the reader more accessible (understandable?) for us.

Love you

Kuro

Oh hi Kuro!

Thank you for reading the collab fic and liking it. And it feels good to know that my work has been of some use. I am grateful for your take on it. yes, I like to delve more into the reader's complexities and mind because I do intend to make the reader more accessible, and more relatable. So it feels good if a reader tells me that they find the fictional reader relatable. But truly, 'Devil's Triangle' wouldn't have been possible without my co-authors. It was their original idea and I was simply grateful to work with them and develop the story further.

Now, coming to you question.

I will start with John Constantine. In this fic, he is basically whipped for the reader. Their relationship is based on an intense and deep friendship. With him, the reader feels like a true partner, unlike John Wick and Tex, both maybe, somewhere remind her that they own her in a way, at least in the past they did.

I think he would be pretty mature about it. Doing everything to comfort her. Soft blanket? Cuddles? A comfort show, Constantine is all prepared. He does not like to see her in pain (none of them do) so if the reader experiences intense pain, Constantine is already comforting her. he may not be too good in the kitchen and not an expert like Wick, but he tries his best. He would be there, listening to her rant maybe, rubbing her stomach, abdomen and hips to comfort her.

With Tex, it seems like he might surprise you, but the man knows what to do. At least the basics. He would prepare warm drinks for the reader because that helps ease the pain. Back rubs, cuddling her, covering her with a soft fluffy blanket. It's like he is making up for the lost time. He feels guilty for what has happened, and while he understands that the reader kind of wants to outdo Constantine(yes, petty and childish) in a way 'look, I can take better care of her than you(bitch).' The kind to cuddle with the reader and they throw a smirk at Constantine, who simply rolls his eyes and lights up a cigarette, reminding himself why he should not put another curse on Tex.

With John Wick, it's a completely different story. he knows your dates, your cycle, your needs, the type of sanitary products you use, the kind of food you should have and avoid, the chocolates, the best heating pads, and the blankets. This man knows that your date is near even before you do. He can notice the subtlest of changes or twitches. So, even if you don't tell anybody, he knows. he has the right(very well-researched) meds, he knows the best recipes to help you ease your pain and he knows that women need more sleep on their periods. So he is making sure you are well-rested, well-fed and babied. There is no sense of competition in John in taking care of you. He does it because that is what he is to do, you need him, but maybe, also because he has a *little* sense of superiority? Like k=he knows your needs and emotions the best. He is going to take care of you. Like Tex, he feels guilty too and doubles down on his effort, a silent apology and attempt to make it up to you. It's striking how the same hands that have taken so many lives, can be so tender with you, sprawling over your abdomen and thighs, rubbing to soothe the pain, keeping you tucked in his arms. You don't even need to voice your needs to him. he already knows and is ready.

Thank you

[sassyteatimeinquiries]

The Would be Tragedy at the Midnight Manor of Dorian Payne

Welcome to the Midnight Manor, varied readers. To the home and sanctuary of the Nameless Lady, where we have a variety of players, each holding their tongue and each not knowing what's to come. A place where time flows strange, and the mysteries are a little more than deranged. Are you already lost in its labyrinthine halls? If not, come stay awhile, and forget the absentee and drink in the mystery. You are now at the epicenter of things hidden, forgotten, and lost. So let the tale unfold in all its calamitous glory, and through the looking glass you go, our varied readers. So watch this tragic riddle from the eyes of the unfortunate and artistic Larkis Andrews as he wanders our winding halls in this thirty-ninth rendition of The Would be Tragedy at the Midnight Manor of Dorian Payne.

Here is the link to the first chapter.

[pinkroseblooms]

obsessedloner!Choso/chubby!f!Reader pt.2

Summary: in the second part to this modern college au, obsessive loner!Choso goes too far; reader deals with the consequences of his need to keep you close to him and him alone when he feels like you're at risk of gaining the attentions of an even more popular classmate. Yet another self indulgent piece of work, but sue me, I couldn't stop writing this all day. Enjoy!

Warnings: toxic behavior, obsessive/possessive behavior, jealousy, emotional manipulation, smut, mating press, rough sex, hurt/comfort, talks of low self esteem, clingy, needy!Choso, begging, crying, break downs, and borderline yandere!Choso, and other less than healthy relationship dynamics.

wc: 5.3k

The birthday cake was placed on the teacher’s desk: the majority of your speech class had decided that since Satoru Gojo’s birthday was coinciding with the last week of exams before break, it would be fun to have a small party. You volunteered to bake the cake; the professor gave permission to use his classroom that afternoon, with the condition the space was tidied up afterward and things didn’t get too rowdy. It was going to be a nice opportunity to celebrate the coming holiday season and the student who was arguably the school’s golden boy. Even those who didn’t like Gojo’s flippant arrogance and teasing nature admired his work ethic and almost supernatural intelligence, to say nothing of his undeniably pretty face. 

Choso was only there because he knew you were attending and in charge of bringing the requested birthday cake. He didn’t feel one way or the other about Gojo, but he would gladly be by your side, eager to hear the compliments your baking would receive and also to make sure no picky eaters decided to get nit picky and spoil your mood. Truly, Choso had been happy on your behalf to hear you had agreed to help with the party. He certainly wouldn’t think to go out of his way to do something like this for people he didn’t really know outside of a forty five minute, twice a week class. Choso was more than proud to be the boyfriend of a person so thoughtful and generous to a fault; it was one of the reasons he fell so hard in the first place. You never needed a special reason to be kind to someone. And of course, it helped that you were still the most adorable thing he had ever seen in his life and the last few months had been nothing short of heaven.

Except, the cake was red velvet. Choso stands by the teacher’s desk, staring at the cake. It was his favorite flavor. He told you that not long ago and you had promised the first time you made it, it would be for him. 

The cake is beautifully, painstakingly decorated, a perfect ratio of cake and fluffy frosting, sprinkled in bits of dark chocolate; the matching icing spells out ‘Happy Birthday, Satoru!’ in delicate, looping letters across the top. You obviously put a lot of care into making this for Gojo. That afternoon you had been the first person to arrive, followed shortly by another student, Suguru Geto; he wasn’t in the same speech class, but he was Gojo’s best friend and knew some of the class already, so inviting him was a given. The two of you had left to find a lighter and candles, hoping the school store in the basement of the building would provide something suitable. You told Choso he didn’t need to come; you noticed he had seemed a bit drained from studying and his recently acquired part time job, so you insisted he just hang back and relax while you and Geto went to obtain the finishing touches for the cake. 

For the past two minutes Choso has stood in place where you left him, eyeing the cake so innocently sitting atop the cleared off desk. He didn’t know it would be red velvet. Gojo had a sweet tooth and would probably love it. 

Surely this is too much for just an acquaintance. The recipe is a lot more difficult than the stuff you’ve made before, Choso saw there were more steps and more factors that could go wrong and ruin the cake’s moist and spongy texture. Skeptically, Choso narrows his eyes at the round, two tiered dessert. Most of the girls in your shared class offered to bake, but you were the one with the most experience and Gojo had eagerly picked you for the task. You must have felt obligated to make the cake perfect.

Choso’s frown deepens; he is your boyfriend. You promised you would make a cake like this just for him. A gesture like this could easily be taken the wrong way too and you’re so sweet and self effacing, he’s sure the idea of Gojo choosing you to personally make his cake didn’t mean anything at all.

It should be for him.

“What…what happened?”

The smile fell from your lips mere seconds after returning from the school store; Geto, insisting on carrying the purchases, had just been relaying a funny anecdote of one of his and Gojo’s misadventures as the two of you walked back into the now empty classroom. On the ground, right next to the base of the professor's sturdy wooden desk is nothing short of a mess. 

“My cake,” your hands come up to cover your gaping mouth. “What happened?!”

Geto approaches the desk with a confused frown; the cake and the plate it had been placed on are both on the floor. It seemed to have fallen top first, the icing and frosting smeared over the tiles and the plate broken into pieces around it. 

“It fell.” Geto states simply, although not without some incredulity. “Was it close to the edge?”

“No, I, well,” you struggle to recall exactly where you had placed the cake before you left the room. “I didn’t think I put it that close to the edge.”

“There’s frosting streaks on the side too’ it must have just toppled over.” Geto points out with a keen eye, kneeling a bit, bags still in hand. “It might have just been a bit uneven, a little heavier to one side?” he stands to his full height and smiles at you sympathetically. “These things happen, just a little bad luck. I’m sorry, it was a beautiful cake.”

“But everyone’s going to be here soon,” you fret as you search through your bag. “Geto, I’m going to go buy another cake, there’s a store nearby, I’m sure they’ll have something. Oh and I’ll find a custodian, oh no, I’m so sorry, I can’t believe this is happening-”

“Let me go.” Geto places a hand over your tensed shoulder. “It makes more sense, I know what kind of cake Satoru prefers the most. There’s plenty of time and a few others promised to bring drinks and snacks.”

“But I said I’d bring the cake. At least let me give you the money for it?” you hold up a few bills with a pleading stare. “I feel horrible, I should have been more careful where I put it.”

“Don’t beat yourself up; you are the one who did the work to make it.” Geto chuckles but accepts the money if only to make you feel a bit more at ease. “Maybe it’s better this way: with how good that cake looked, I’d wager you might have ended up with that glutton badgering you for more sweets.”

You return his smile as well as you can. “Thank you. I’m just being silly.”

“You’re fine.” Geto says firmly, but not unkindly. “You call a janitor, don’t try to clean up this alone; we wouldn’t want you to get a cut from trying to pick up pieces of that plate. I’ll be back before you know it; Satoru would sulk all afternoon if I don’t get him something anyway.”

“You’re a good friend.” you smile at Geto gratefully. “Thank you, I’ll call someone right away.”

You do just that shortly after Geto takes his leave; most of the custodians have already left for the day, except for one woman. She promises to be there as soon as she’s done with a request from one of the professors in the neighboring building; she sounds pleasant enough, but you feel pangs of guilt as you hang up and take a seat closest to the teacher’s desk. 

“Bunny? Are you okay?”

“Choso, you’re back!” you look up and wave at him, trying to sound cheerful; he glances at the ruined cake and back to your pained smile. “Ah, were you looking for me? I guess we just missed each other, the basement elevator was out of order, so we took the stairs. What a mess, huh? Geto thinks one side was a little heavier and it made the cake just flop right over the edge. Some bad luck, right? He left to get a cake and the custodian will be here soon, so make sure not to step on the plate bits.”

“Hey, slow down. I’m not worried about that.” Choso’s brow furrows as he studies your shaky smile. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. No big deal, accident…accidents happen.”

You bite your bottom lip harshly as your eyes begin to sting; before you know it, tears are slowly slipping down your cheeks. You quickly avert your eyes, too embarrassed to see the pitying look cross Choso’s face.

“Oh Choso, I feel so stupid. I can’t believe I put the cake that close to the edge! Ugh, I should have paid more attention, I told everyone I would make this amazing cake and I messed it all up and now Geto has to go all the way to the stupid store to get another one because I wasn’t careful!”

“Did he get mad at you?” Choso asked sharply. “Did he blame you?”

“No, no, Geto didn’t do anything.”  you bow your head and wipe at your wet cheeks. “He was really nice about it, so was the janitor on the phone about the mess, but I still feel bad. Gojo was just telling me he was really looking forward to the cake too. I’m sure he’ll be disappointed to get a store bought cake and I promised I’d take care of this for the party. Sorry, I know I’m being a crybaby, I should just suck it up, I’m the one who ruined things, I shouldn’t be feeling sorry for myself.”

“No, you didn’t. It’s not your fault.”

You raise your head and Choso is standing in front of the table between him and you; his hands are gripping tightly around the strap of his duffel bag. You wipe the last of your tears and look at him, your chest swelling at how upset he is on your account.

“You’re so sweet. Just having you to vent to makes me feel better already; I’m really just being dramatic, I’ve been stressed out and-”

“It’s not your fault.” Choso cuts you off quietly; he still isn’t looking at you. “It’s mine.”

“What? Baby, no, I didn’t expect you to watch the cake; it’s on me for not making sure it wasn’t so close to the edge, you didn’t do anything.”

“I pushed it.”

Choso’s knuckles are white: he’s strangling the strap of his bag between quivering hands. Finally, he looks into your bewildered eyes

“Choso, is this some kind of joke?” 

“I didn’t want him to have it and, and I thought he might get ideas since you worked so hard to bake it. He flirts with all the girls and you did say you were going to make it for me first.”

“You’ve got to be joking.” you shake your head and all but leap up from your chair. “You? How could you? And you were going to let me think it was my fault?!”

“No! It was supposed to look like an accident, I didn’t think you’d be so upset,”

“So it was okay for me to be ‘kind of’ upset? Choso, how could you?” you ask him again, voice raising, almost echoing in the empty room. “It’s just a cake!”

“Yeah, it’s just a stupid cake, that’s why I didn’t think you’d get this upset!”

Choso’s mouth clamps shut as your anger gives way to a look of utter hurt. 

“Wow.”

“I shouldn’t have said that-”

“Thanks a lot, Choso. Yeah, that really makes it better. Was that your plan? Swoop in and play the comforting boyfriend while I feel like a big idiot? Or maybe you just don’t consider my hobbies anything special; anyone can make a cake, right?” Fresh tears well up in your eyes as you tug your bag over your shoulder. “Nice to know what you really think.”

“Hey, wait a minute,” Choso says reproachfully. “I didn’t mean it the way it sounded, you’re putting words in my mouth!”

“You know what?” you shake your head and unzip the front section of your bag; clumsily you yank out a sealed box and slam it down on the table. Choso recognizes it as one of the little boxes you use to pack individual desserts. “Here, your stupid cake. Surprise.”

The lid of the container is now sticking to the top of the cake but Choso can still make out the messy letters of his name and the heart shaped sprinkles scattered all over the surface. His eyebrows raise as he sees the small, squashed up cake is in the shape of a heart. You glare down at it before turning on your heel without so much as a backward glance.

“Bunny?” Choso snaps out of his trance and begins to follow you. “Where are you going?”

“Away from you.”

“I can explain, just calm down and let me-”

“Leave. Me. Alone!” you stop abruptly in the doorway and give him a nasty look, but you’re barely able to hold yourself back as Choso fixes you with a heartbroken stare. “Don’t you dare tell me to calm down when you’re the one who threw a fucking tantrum. Enjoy the ‘stupid cake’, jerk!”

You slam the door in his face and rush down the hall to the nearest entrance, not particularly caring about where you’re going, just as long as you can get as much distance between you and Choso as possible. When you finally get home, you text Geto an apology for taking off and a nondescript explanation for your absence before turning your phone off. You’re exhausted and skip dinner to just curl up in your bed, burrowing in a blanket as if you could shut out the world. Choso’s t-shirt, the same one you’ve been sleeping in nearly every night, is balled up and thrown somewhere across the room; eventually you fall asleep, eyes rubbed raw and nose stuffed as you drift off, hoping maybe this was all just a bad dream.

When morning arrives and you manage to force yourself into a sitting position, it takes you a minute or two to realize the gentle knocking isn’t a leftover remnant from your deep slumber, but a very real sound coming from your front door. You wrap yourself in a robe and slip on a pair of house slippers, equally confused and irritated as to who could be knocking on your door when the sun is barely over the horizon. Just as the knocking stops, you peek through the peephole; there’s no one there. You rub your eyes and unlock your door with a sigh, expecting a leaflet from some early bird salesman or religious group to be stuck in the hinges. Instead you nearly trip over a huddled up mass taking refuge on your doorstep when you didn’t immediately open your door.

“Choso?! Oh my god, you scared me!” you’re still breathing a bit heavily, heart racing thinking a stranger had collapsed on your porch. “What are you doing here?”

“I,” Choso scrambles to his feet; you finally notice in his hands are two cups of coffee, one of which is your usual order, but the largest size. He holds it out to you. “Good morning. You weren’t answering your phone.”

“I turned it off.”

After a beat, you take the cup on autopilot, more preoccupied with the man standing at the threshold of your home. The circles under Choso’s eyes are darker than ever, in addition to how red and irritated they are around the edges, his hair is oily and limp. On closer inspection, you see he’s wearing the same clothes as yesterday; now they’re more wrinkled and the slight odor coming off them tells you he hasn’t showered yet. 

“Can I come in?” Choso asks, his voice weak and barely louder than a whisper. “I have to talk to you.”

“Fine.” you frown but move aside and open the door wider. “Here, come with me, I left my phone in my room.”

Choso does as he’s told, but trails after you at a slight distance, at least in comparison to how closely he usually stays to you. He’s shivering; it’s the middle of winter and he isn’t wearing even a jacket. How long had he been knocking on your door? How long had he planned to wait there outside? You banish the thought and busy yourself disconnecting your phone from its charger on your bedside table. Choso stands awkwardly in the middle of your room; he hasn’t taken so much as a sip of his coffee or taken his eyes off you, at least as far as you can see. 

“Did I wake you up?” he asks worriedly. “I’m sorry. I was going to wait but I thought you might have gone somewhere and you weren’t answering your phone, so…” he goes silent seeing his shirt in a crumpled heap in the corner of your room. “I just wanted to talk to you as soon as possible.”

You barely heard him, jaw dropping at your phone’s screen as it fully turns on to show you 32 missed calls, 15 unheard voicemails, 18 unopened texts, and 5 emails, all from Choso over the course of the night. You tap your thumb on the latest voicemail.

“Bunny? Bunny, can’t you just talk to me?” A shaky, nearly unrecognizable croaking comes from the speaker: Choso’s strong voice sounds strained, almost inaudible at certain points, as though he had been screaming until his throat was raw. “I know you’re probably sleeping…or maybe you don’t want to talk to me ever again-” A sharp, wrecked sob crackles over the speaker but Choso manages to steady himself again. “But I need to…I need to hear your voice. I’m so sorry, I’m so, so fucking sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t hate me. I love you so much it hurts. I’m going to stop by tomorrow, I need to see you. I know I messed up, I need help. My bunny? I can’t…oh god, I can’t do this. I-I feel like I’m dying, I’m…I love you. I love you, I love you, just please-”

Your heart drops to your churning stomach as Choso’s words morph into broken, unintelligible sobs. Finally after a few seconds, the other end goes quiet and the voicemail ends. A recorded voice tells you there’s still 14 more previously skipped voicemails; Choso has remained standing, stiff as a board and looking miserably at you. You take a seat on the side of your bed, staring bewildered at your phone; you decide to not listen to the other voicemails.

“I’m sorry.” Choso says in an absurdly small voice. “Can we talk?”

You’re holding the coffee in your hands on your lap and taking a deep breath before raising your face. “Choso, why did you do it?”

“I didn’t do it to hurt you. I don’t think your baking is stupid. I was being stupid.” Choso’s cheeks burn in shame. “I was jealous Gojo was getting the cake first, or I thought he was, and I just…I didn’t want him to have it. It’s always like this.”

“What do you mean?” you ask him slowly, tempering your own indignation. “Do you think he would flirt with me? Or that I would cheat on you?”

“No. I just get so...everyone likes you. So, what if someone better comes along? What if you stop paying attention to me?” Choso shakes his head quickly, gripping his hair like he wants to yank it out. “I have thoughts like that all the time. It's awful. I knew you would be sad, but I really thought it would only be a little and then I could make it better and you would…rely on me more. I don’t want you to get close to anyone else.” he lowers his arm to his side limply. “I know it’s wrong. Are you gonna bre-break up with me?”

You don’t speak just yet; your eyes study his drawn, exhausted face. Choso isn’t trying to make you feel bad for him, you know that much. The truth doesn’t make you feel much better though. 

“I was really mad at you yesterday. I needed space.”

“I know, but-”

“Listen,” you say firmly. “Whatever the reason, that was a really rotten thing you did. It was just plain mean and selfish. Sure, you didn’t really mean to hurt me, but you did. You purposely messed up something I put a lot of work into.”

“I know.” Choso’s expression is desolate. “I like that about you. I love that you do nice things for people even if you don’t have to. Y-you’re so careful and considerate of other people. I was being selfish and it was so, so fucking stupid. You would never do something like that to me…you’re so good to me.”

“Choso, this isn’t just about yesterday.” you soften your tone, mindful of your volume. Choso looks as if one cold word from you could shatter him into a million pieces. “If you were willing to trash something I put a lot of work into for such a petty reason, it’s making me second guess things and now I’m wondering if maybe you’re not the person I thought you were. Is it more important to keep me dependent on you than for me to be happy?” You set your cup down on the nightstand, trying to keep your voice from cracking. “Maybe this isn’t going to work out.”

“Don’t say that.” 

Choso all but drops his coffee onto your dresser, barely glancing at it as he rushes to you; he lowers himself down on his knees, eyes glistening with both unshed tears and sheer adoration as he looks up at your pained face. You let him hold your hands, still folded in your lap, as Choso rests his forehead on your lap. They’re ice cold; how long had he been waiting outside?

“It’ll never happen again. It shouldn’t have happened at all. I know I could have just talked to you, I know you would have listened, but I didn’t even give you a chance, I just did what I wanted. I’m not nearly as kind as you.” Choso admits, words muffled as he buries his face into your thighs. “I don’t deserve you, but I need you. I’ll do whatever you say until you trust me again. Do you hate me?”

“Choso, I never hated you, I was just hurt.” you squeeze his hands gently. “The only reason I got so upset in the first place is because I love you so much. Hell, the cake for the party was more practice than anything so I could make you an even better cake. If you were worried, you should have just told me. You’re not some evil person from feeling jealous, but what you did was wrong. I really need to know that you understand where I’m coming from, I don’t want us to break up or anything. Did you really think I was trying to end things yesterday?”

Choso nods, head still resting on your thighs. “I thought you blocked me on everything. I thou-thought you didn’t ever want to see me again. I should have waited, Eso even said you probably just needed some space, but…I’m so used to being with you, texting you. I was going crazy.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to ghost you. And I’m sorry for calling you a jerk.”

“I am a jerk.”

“No, you acted like a jerk,” you nudge Choso’s shoulder to get him to look up; he does, taking in your face with those pleading puppy dog eyes you can never resist. “I forgive you. I love you baby, so, so much.”

“Bunny,” Choso’s lip wobbles and fat tears roll down his cheeks and chin, dripping onto your hands. “Thank you. I’m sorry I made you cry, just thinking about it makes me want to-to-” he sniffs and clenches his teeth against a whine. “I’m just sorry. I love you. I missed you so much. I couldn’t sleep knowing you were hurting because of me and I wanted to come here right away, but I thought if I did you’d really be fed up and-”

“You didn’t sleep?!” you slowly sit and move so you’re seated further up the bed; Choso follows suit, basically crawling over your pillows and covers to be next to you, tears still streaming down either side of his face. “Choso, lay down baby, you should take a nap. You’ll feel better, believe me. We can talk more later and get something to eat.”

“‘So good to me.” Choso tugs on your arm. “I want to cuddle.” He immediately moves over so you can hold him, laying on your sides as Choso stares balefully up at you through blurry eyes. “Can I have a kiss?”

“Choso, you need sleep.”

“Please?” he mutters, eyes lingering on your pouty mouth. “Need a kiss.”

“Okay, just a little one.”

“Thank you. You’re always so good to me…”

You knew those basset hound eyes would be the death of you: what started out as a tender, chaste kiss swiftly evolved into big hands massaging your breasts, then fingers tugging at the sash of your robe, and finally you being pushed onto your back as Choso holds you down in a mating press. 

“So good!” Choso can’t stop letting out choked moans, so loud, they almost drown out your cries, pushing your thighs closer to your chest, somehow, some way forcing his cock impossibly deep. There’s hints of pain but the pleasure you get from his cock head rubbing against that little spot just behind your clit was overriding all of it. 

“Baby, gotta slow down, you’ll break me at this rate.” you moan, helpless as Choso ducks his head down to lick and suck on your almost painfully sensitive nipples. He had been playing with them obsessively, pinching, rolling, sucking, even leaving dark love bites all over your breast.

“Love you, missed your pussy so much, thought I was gonna, gonna die!”

“Oh god, Choso, please, please baby, it’s too much!” your head lolls side to side; he’s made you cum three times already. Your pussy is a sopping wet mess and it’s all you can do to not pass out as Choso’s thick cock stretches you open over and over again, surely bruising your cervix. “You’re so-ah!” you let out a piercing shriek that only seems to spur him on to go harder. “So deep in my pussy baby, I can’t-”

“Just a little more, I’m so close,” Choso huffs, looking down at you with heavy lidded eyes, cheeks burning and hair sticking to his forehead; he’s a mess from his own sweat and your slick covering his pelvis where he just won’t stop pounding into you. “You look so good like this, I could fuck you forever…gonna cum so hard, give it all to you,”

“Cum in me,” you sweep his damp hair off his forehead with a faint, fucked out smile. “I want to feel it dripping out of me…can you be a good boy and cum in my pussy?”

“Yes, yes! Oh fuck, yes!”

Choso kisses you roughly, hips rolling into yours, barely pulling his cock out at all, as though he wanted his cum to go as deep inside you as it could go. It’s hot and spurting into your battered insides; thankfully Choso has enough strength left to hold you up as he humps your plush, limp body like a dog in heat. 

“Mine,” he groans, thrusting once more with a violent shudder. “Only mine.”

You suppose it’s not the best idea to encourage him, but you nod anyway, shaky hand in his hair to pet the tangled strands, chest heaving and light headed as Choso pulls his softening cock out slowly so as not to hurt you. He pants against your neck, curled into your side and using his wide palm to rub gentle circles over your hips and thighs.

“My poor bunny.” Choso mutters fondly as his fingers trail over your twitching thighs. “I’ll do better. You won’t regret this. I’m gonna get a bath ready for you, okay?”

“Th-thank you.”

“Sh, just relax, don’t get up.” Choso moves sluggishly to take the box of tissues from your nightstand; the coffee he brought you has somehow not been knocked off in the frenzy. “You’re so cute like this. I’ll wipe you off a bit first, nice and easy. Does it hurt down there?”

“Not really; feels more numb actually.” you roll your head to stare at him directly, meaning to look at least a little serious but you come off more like a grumpy kitten. “Don’t think just because you made me almost pass out that I forgot everything from the past 24 hours mister. I’m holding you to your word.”

“Yes ma’am.” Choso agrees with a hum as he wipes at the mess between your legs. “Thank you again…I still ate the cake you made for me. It was really good.”

“Oh right.”

“Yuji said you should have thrown it in my face.” Choso adds, a bit sheepish at the memory. “I almost didn’t eat it: I thought it would be the last thing you ever gave me…”

“Choso,” you smile at him sadly. “I love you. You know that, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you?”

“Uh huh.” Choso brings you into his arms, careful not to jostle you too suddenly. “Just scared. I’ve never felt this way before.”

“Never?”

“No.”

“Why are you scared? Do you still think I want to break up?”

Choso shrugs. “What if the more you get to know me, the more you see bad things?”

“What kind of bad things?”

“If…if I could, I’d keep you with me. Sometimes when we’re alone, I don’t want to let you go. Then I start wondering if trying to keep you safe will just make you unhappy with me or that I’ll scare you off and then…” A single tear escapes Choso’s eye and he draws you in closer to his chest. “I don’t know what I’d do. Compared to you, I’m really selfish and short sighted.”

“No one’s perfect. I’m not.”

“You're just saying that to make me feel better.”

“I overthink things and get worked up over upsetting people. I hold myself to unattainable standards.” you list off tiredly. “And I keep doing this thing where I shy away from letting people really…know me. Like if they do, I’ll just let them down. I feel like an imposter half the time when you say all these nice things about me. You’re the first person I’ve actually wanted to know me, warts and all. It’s worth getting to be with someone like you, Choso. That’s just how relationships work; you’re always risking getting hurt or disappointed when you let people love you…when you love someone. And I love you.”

“Um…is it bad that I feel happy I’m the only person you talk to like this?” Choso sniffles. “Sorry. I’m being selfish again.”

“Maybe a little, but for the right reasons.” you grin and wipe a thumb under his eye. “For the record, it makes me happy you think of me so highly. You make me feel special.”

“You are special and anyone who thinks otherwise is stupid.”

“Does that include me then?”

Choso looks visibly panicked. “Wa-wait, that’s not what I meant!”

“I know, I know, sorry baby.” you kiss him before he starts into another round of apologies. “That was just a little payback. Ah, Choso!”

“Not funny.” Choso grumbles, bundling you into the blankets as you giggle and let out a faux fearful squeal; the sly quirk of his lips betrays his actual intentions. “After your bath, I’m gonna give you a real reason to scream.”

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The Deal (Scenario) Yanderes Asmodeus/Fizzarolli X GN Blitzo Reader (Helluva Boss)

[Hello, I am finally getting around to this one! I hope that you all enjoy this chapter! It is after Fizz quits and How Ozzie and Fizz's relationship changes. Maybe a little of that episode! So good luck! I hope that you all enjoy this. 

Disclaimer: You take the place of a Gender Neutral Listener 

Disclaimer 2: Fizz and Ozzie are a canon couple, they are not yandere in canon. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously. Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine. Just do not be illegal or gross about it. Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon.

(Yanderes Asmodeus/Fizzarolli) 

(No One's POV) 

Fizz had a crush on (Name) when they were kids. They were just such sweet Imps. Then the accident happened and a huge misunderstanding came from it. For over a decade he has hated one of the loves of his life. He mourned that he could have been with (Name). When Fizz learned the truth, that (Name) had wanted to see. That they do care. It made his heart ache. Also, it reminded him that they were dating Stolas kind of. That left him bitter and angry. 

He gets ready for his date with Ozzie and then hears Ozzie come in. 

"Why are you upset Froggy?" Ozzie asks him. 

"well you know how I used to have feelings for (Name)...?" Fizz asks. "After they saved me... These feelings reared their head again... I love you so much Oz... It is just hard." 

Ozzie pulls Fizz close. "It is okay Fizzy," Ozzie says. "I can tell why you love them, they are quite something." 

Fizz stops and looks at him. "Oz? Are you attracted to them?" Fizz asks curiously. 

"Yes, they are physically attractive, but it is more so that they saved you~ That they would never have hurt you like that, seeing them shoot your stalker~ That was kind of hot~," Ozzie says and kisses down Fizz's neck. "If you want, we could have them~ Keep them as our lovers ~" 

"We could?" Fizz asks, this was the best situation that they could get in. 

"We could, I still have to give them one of my crystals," Ozzie says. "Maybe we can even make a deal with them~ Make them ours, and ours alone~" 

Fizz grins, that would be the best of both worlds. He would have (Name) and Ozzie, both of them being the loves of his life and he would never EVER let go of (Name) again. They belong to them~ 

-Small Time Skip;  Brought to you by: Ozzie being an Evil Little Fuck-

(Name) was eating cheese and having a good time. When their phone rings, they answer it. "Hello?" They ask around a mouthful of cheese. "What do you need?" 

"(Name)!" An excited Fizz says. "Since we are friends again, I thought I could have you over for dinner. You know, just me, you, and Ozzie." 

"Okay?" (Name) draws out. "I mean I will not say no to a free meal, just is it you cooking or the lusty king? Last time I checked you burn water when cooking." 

Fizz blushes. "Yes, Ozzie will be cooking," He confirms. 

"Okay then, I won't say no to a good meal, and my daughter is out with Tex and the Queen Bee. She won't be back until Monday." (Name) says and starts to put on their shoes. "So I guess I am all yours!" 

Fizz smirks happily, Yes, (Name). You are all Mine~ "That is great, we will pick you up in a few." 

"Okie doki!" (Name) says and eats the last bit of cheese. 

They wonder what prompted this. They shrug, whatever a free meal is a free meal. Soon Ozzie and Fizz are there and (Name) gets in with them. They drove down to Lust, (Name) talked to Fizz, they could tell that he was nervous. Was it because he was on edge because of the dinner? It was his idea, not (Name's). 

They got up to the penthouse and there was a candlelit dinner. Wait what was going on? 

"Were you guys planning a romantic date before inviting me?" (Name) asks. 

"Kind of. The romantic date is for you, (Name)." Fizz says and (Name's) face goes a bright red. Oh boy! 

"Hehe, oh that is a lot!" They laugh. "What does that mean, you two want a threesome." 

Ozzie pulls out a chair for (Name) and they sit down. 

"thank you." 

"Anything for you," Ozzie says. 

Fizz pulls out a box that looks oddly enough like an engagement box. 

"We both want you, (Name)," Fizz says. "We do, really bad, but we know at this time you are bonded to Stolas, Ozzie can break that bind and then you will be free. To be with us." 

(Name) takes the box and opens it, there is a crystal to have access to the human world. "Oh... Frick." They could not even swear, this is a lot. 

They also have feelings for Stolas. 

"Stolas cannot love you like we can," Ozzie says. "He is using you for his gain, he made a contract with you, so you will have to fuck him." 

(Name) bites their lip. 

"But we," Fizz adds. "We love you so much, I always have loved you, from since we were kids. You are just the perfect most wonderful darling." 

"Fizz is right, why be with Stolas, who is not good enough for you, who does not appreciate you and does not stand by your side?" Ozzie asks, both were manipulating (Name's) emotional state. 

"I-" 

"Let us love you." fizz says and kisses them. "Let us show you how much you mean to us~" 

(Name) felt their eyes tear up and they slowly kissed back Fizz. Fuck it was always what they wanted. 

Fizz pulls away, this is it (Name) is almost their Darling. 

"So what do you say, baby?" Ozzie asks. 

"Alright." (Name) agrees it felt nice for someone to say they wanted them, and not ask for anything in return. (Name) felt loved and it made them feel good. 

(Name) made the deal and they did not know that they just swore themselves to the Sin of Lust and His Imp lover, forever! 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another Chapter is done! I hope that you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[strawberry-metal]

The majority of these songs contain dark themes and subjects, they are not appropriate for children, or anyone sensitive to these themes. Viewer discretion is advised! I have also looked into every song to make sure every single one allows reprinting. Unless I did a major goof, everything on the list was allowed! Quick disclaimer: I have made no money off this video, and I don't make money off of any of my videos for that matter, so if youtube decides to show you an ad, that's not going to me.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! Here's the Vocaloid playlist I promised! Content warnings in the description, along with timestamps, font credit, credits to the producers(which is also in the vid itself), and credit to every single Project Diva mod used! I'll also list everything here under a read more! I hope you all enjoy, you have an hour worth of 15 spoopy Vocaloid songs, with guest appearances from Zatsune Miku, Juon Kiku, Kasane Ted and Kasane Teto~

I have also changed the screenshot each time a new song starts, to show which vocal synth is currently singing!

Youtube description with content warnings and everything else copy and pasted below the read more!

Font I used is Friday 13th by Norfok.

Content warning:

Majority of these songs will have some form of violence or death in them. So assume murder in most.

Jealous Princess I turned the volume down on, because it'd blow out your ears otherwise due to needing the track to be implemented twice to have Kiku's "cursed" voice.

Trick and Treat - Drug references and kidnapping

Mrs. Pumpkin's Comical Dream - kidnapping

Musunde Hiraite Rasetsu to Mukuro - Hachi has stated the song is about childhood bullying, not prostitution, which is the common misconception of the song. The lyrics and theme is obviously still dark though!

Jealous Princess - Yandere, also loud volume warning.

Twilight Homicide Song - Yandere

Disease Princess - Sexual themes, self mutilation, suicide

Pandemic - Murder(like most the songs on here) and suicide

Wonder Girl and the Labyrinth Gate - Murder-Suicide and Cannibalism

Rotten Rotten ~Zombie~ - I suppose this is yandere?

Half Blood Maneater - I really don't think this needs a warning but I'll put one just in case. Possible cannibalism if you consider half human like a vampire or something to still be cannibalism.

Song credits and timestamps:

Black Cats of Halloween by Mayuko ft Kagamine Rin & Len 00:10 - 03:24

Trick and Treat by OSTER project, cover by Azuralunar ft Kasane Teto & Ted 03:25 - 07:03

Ashes to Ashes by Tennen and niboshi ft Kaito 07:04 - 11:01

Mrs. Pumpkin's Comical Dream by Hachi, Zatsune ""cover"" by me, ft Zatsune Miku 11:02 - 15:13

Close and Open, Demons and the Dead by Hachi ft Hatsune Miku 15:14 - 19:28

Jealous Princess by u-z, Kiku ""cover"" by me, ft Juon Kiku 19:29 - 23:40

Twilight Homicide Song by Kiraboshi Hikaru and Michirugahaku ft Meiko 23:41 - 27:29

Disease Princess by Masa ft Sachiko 27:30 - 31:44

In the Depth of Darkness by Shado ft Hatsune Miku & Meiko 31:45 - 35:30

Pandemic by YuugouP ft Megpoid Gumi 35:31 - 39:36

Wondergirl and the Labyrinth Gate by Joruzin ft Kagamine Rin & Len, & Hatsune Miku 39:37 - 43:06

Rotten Rotten ~Zombie~ by Nem and Otonagai-P ft Megpoid Gumi and CUL 43:07 - 46:23

I = Nightmare by Ho-ong-i ft SeeU 46:24 - 48:37

Half Blood Maneater by Kiesca/Yandere-p ft Megurine Luka 48:38 - 52:57

Happy Halloween by Junky ft Kagamine Rin 52:58 - 57:05

Project Diva mods credits:

Face tex edits, and self module: me

Eyelashes: emsterchu

Watermark Remover: M&M

Arv's lip sync, Juon Kiku, Acme Iku(outfit was used on Gumi), Teto, CUL: Arvo

Eye tex and Luka and Miku characters lashes: Disneyloid

Project Diva X song pack: CoolChar, Skyth, samyuu, korenkonder, Keikei14, Yukikami, jaykthx, Fresk/empa_nadas, jorj, jhonny

F2nd Song Pack: korenkonder, LimitedLime7, Keikei14, Jay, Fran, skyth, samyuu and Coolchar

Eden Module pack: Widuchan, MizMiz!, Silpher, JohnJan, Disneyloid, Stewie1.0, Sangabc, testsnake, lavverso, Palmtree_Freak, Anonymous Eden Fan

Eden Edit PV Pack: Hisokeee, Palmtree_Freak, Stewie1.0, sachbo, testsnake, Sangabc, The Zacc, Jay6_9, Cube, Fireyy, Deathblood, Bevellon, spaghetti2222, Bryntae, Blue Star, KageAruki, EgguTastesGood, Seb, Kyle, Fran, N1tr0t0m, Boku Boku, Razero6, Starbeat, Blizzin, JadefenMidori, Inky, Kominsach, TenTen, Utamote, Hatsune Elise, Volk, 晴希, ZoetjeTippie, Miyuto, Fable, himesaka, Tanjiro Taidana, FREDsooM, suzie, Ryusouta, Ciol, Adam Edmond, Meta X, ToriTeru, Lovrboy, Lucifer, Sykth, Samyuu, Flatz, Thatrandomlurker, nastys

XHD module pack: Azuki3, R.L., DavidMax, Nono_Minnyel, Stewie1.0, Silpher, Enomoto

Synchronize Skin Color: Azuki3 and R.L.

Zatsune Miku: V--R, Icy Wings, Platonic_Diva

Megpoid Gumi module pack: lavverso, Matymatiasmaty, ThisIsHH, FlyingSpirits, MusicRevU, Harryshibainu, Nanase7247, YoshiwaraMekaio, Kaykay, royer27, yendeena, doatz, nemmie, Wiggletums, Holiday, AWaffleBird, SourGummyes, kola*, GenoX, ElChicoEevee, Mimi-YA (Supurreme), NadaPD, ch6rlezAylen.h.m, CoolChar, korenkoder, samyuu, Skyth

Extra Sakine Meiko mods(outfit used on Gumi) : SourGummyes, Zero_V4x, Epic Games

SeeU and Sachiko: sho_thatsit

Mayu (outfit used on Zatsune) : earthwyrm

Kinzokunaga Neru(Used outfit on Cul) and Hagane Luka: Xamemey

Rin and Len cat MikuPa: Platonic_Diva

Kasane Ted: emsterchu, wolfloid, Eucalyptus, ch6rlez

sunz's Old Song Lighting Edits: sol_pregnantguy

Disable hand scaling: DeathChaos

Miku symphony module pack: Alamichu

Remove large hair spike: mxi9302

Anything else was edits done in gimp or game's stickers.

[yanluvr]

my yandere dog hybrid oc, max

info below

age: 22

gender: male

height: 6’2” ft

pronouns: he/him

species: border collie/wolf hybrid

likes: walks, cuddles, play fighting, bacon, YOU

dislikes: not having your attention, baths, being away from you in long periods of time, going back to the warehouse.

backstory: max was raised in a old warehouse that hosted illegal dog hybrid fights. he never knew who his parents were, the only parental figure max had was an older pit bull hybrid named tex who was also the strongest hybrid there. tex took in max out of pity and raised him as his own. tex tried his best to hide max from the big bad boss who owned the warehouse, but he knew that it was only a matter of time before the boss found out. so tex used his status to find out ways to escape the warehouse, but he found only one.

by the time max was sixteen, tex noticed that he wasn’t a normal hybrid. max’s claws were sharp and continued to grow even if he cut them, his height was above what a teenager his age should be (5’8” ft), his bite force and true form were stronger than even tex’s form. that was when he knew that max was a dog/wolf mixed hybrid, and that was the final straw that made tex pack whatever valuables he had and try to escape the warehouse.

but unfortunately for the two hybrids, they were caught by the guards and tex was shot down for trying to attack them, and max was knocked out with a tranquilizer and brought back to his cell. max was crushed by tex’s death, and swore that once he was strong enough to take care of himself, he would kill the big boss and escape this hell. since tex was gone; max was soon put in the rings to fight for his life, like tex was trying so hard to prevent.

five years have passed since tex’s death, and because of the endless matches max was forced to go through, he quickly rose up to the strongest. he thus begun his escape. breaking out his his cage, killing guards left and right, releasing his fellow prisoners, and finally killing the big boss with ease. when max stepped foot out of the warehouse, he felt like a changed beast. he was finally free. if only tex could see him now.

max disguised himself with a worn out hoodie he found in a trash can, and quickly searched for something to eat. he found a fast food restaurant that wasn’t really packed and went behind the building to see if there was any decent foods in the dumpster, and that was when you appeared. you were just doing your job by taking out the garbage, so you would’ve never expected to see a bulking hybrid digging through the trash.

but instead of screaming at max to leave, you just stared at him the same way tex did when he found him. you gently smiled at max, and asked for his name. you were so kind to him, so gentle, and so generous. you took him home with you, gave him a bath he oh so desperately needed, and guided him to sit next to you in the couch. max has been in love with you ever since, and he made another promise to himself to protect you no matter what it took and that he would make you his mate forever.

[yanderes-galore]

Oh, Can I ask for a general concept for Carolina from Halo RvB? Thank you!

Sure! I had to watch a summary to remind me of her so I hope I get things right. I say this as I already know my Texas one is out of date/butchered so I hope I get Carolina right.

Sorry this took so long, this is a concept that talks about her behavior based on events and wiki. I appreciate constructive feedback. It's been a long time since I've seen RvB so I'm rusty. Sorry if I rambled or wasn't intense enough, I ran out of steam suddenly :(

Yandere Agent Carolina Concept

(Freelancer! Reader/Darling)

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Jealousy, Inferiority complex, Manipulation, Violence, Fear of loss, Stalking, Dubious companionship/relationship.

Carolina is described as ambitious, determined, and serious for the most part.

She's caring to those around her, although that falters when Tex is around.

For this concept I think the easiest way to have you two have a connection is making you part of the Freelancer program.

That would allow you to know not only Carolina, but the other Freelancers such as York and Washington.

Considering how close she becomes with Washington later on, a fellow Freelancer would mean a lot to her.

Before Texas is introduced into the program, you're acquainted with Carolina and York.

She comes off as confident, caring, cocky, and determined.

In training sessions she often looks out for you and you know about her relationship with York.

Speaking of which, a romantic obsession with her would kick in sometime after York is confirmed to be dead during The Meta arc.

For now you two just seem to be friends, perhaps even acting as family to one another.

Although her behavior would change to be more serious and cold when seeing Tex as her rival.

Imagine how mad she'd be if she realized Texas got along with you?

Her jealousy and inferiority complex would be deadly.

While she is usually caring with you, you notice her lose herself around Tex.

Which often leads to you and York reigning her in.

You both help her when she gets a bit too competitive, she often thanks you when you reassure her you still care for her and trust her abilities.

What might be a sign of her obsession is her rivalry with Texas.

She worries a bit you'll like Texas more for her strength.

Carolina also feels irritation when she watches you get annihilated by Texas in training.

York notices her fist clench when you yelp in surprise and pain.

Luckily Texas knows when to stop.

If she didn't, Carolina would just tackle her.

She's often concerned about you and likes to check in with you, similar to what she did with South in the series.

Just like how you support her with York, she tries her best to return the favor by making sure you're doing okay.

Especially when they start passing around AI's and you comfort Carolina after she takes two instead of one.

You two were nearly inseparable, just like how Carolina was with York.

You were often considered a trio.

The Freelancer program was where you first met and where Carolina's obsession began.

Later on after the Freelancer program, the remaining Freelancers went their separate ways.

Including you.

You had no idea York had passed away until you were tracked and found by Carolina.

Eventually when you meet her again it's because she wants revenge on the Director.

You originally want to talk her out of it, to tell her she doesn't have to fight anymore.

But when Carolina brings up York's death and mentions how she may have found Washington, you reluctantly go along with it.

Carolina is scared of attachment based on what she's gone through.

However, she remembers you from her Freelancer days.

She can't just cut you off, although part of her still fears the thought of losing you like she lost so many others.

As a result, she may appear more attentive towards you.

She doesn't even seem open anymore until in the Chorus arc.

Now that I've created some background, I think I can focus on some overall behavior.

Carolina has moments where she can be serious and intimidating.

However, she is very caring and attentive to those close to her.

She views her obsession as family in one way or another.

She's always wanted your attention and always wants to protect you.

She's definitely one of the more intense yanderes, not as much as Texas, Meta, or others but she's similar.

That drive to protect those she cares for is shown when she's frustrated over Texas training with you.

That and being overly relieved when she finds out you're alive and not hunted by The Meta.

Carolina, like most Freelancers, isn't afraid to kill.

I also imagine she's good at tracking, be it enemies or you.

If anything happened to you, Carolina may lose her cool.

That's how she found you again in the first place.

The idea of being stalked by a Freelancer is terrifying.

Out of everyone they'd be the worst.

Especially Carolina.

Washington will notice this since they become close after The Meta situation.

He always knew you were someone who supported her, you two are nearly intertwined.

Which is why Carolina gets scary when you're hurt, taken, or something worse.

She becomes an emotional mess... punching walls (or people) and overall having a mental breakdown.

If someone took you from her, she may just break.

Not even Washington can help without her pushing him away.

She's only ever at ease when you're by her side, if someone took you or hurt you in anyway, she'll kill them.

She's another emotionally driven yandere, often keeping you close and manipulating you into staying beside her.

She may even admit to you that she hasn't been the same since she lost York.

When she says she doesn't want to lose you too, that could be her way of manipulating you in a subtle manner.

You may even willingly listen to her due to what you've been through.

Carolina, Washington, and the Reds/Blues are your family too.

You trust Carolina as a partner, be that in the friend way or romantic way.

Oblivious to the things she does to keep you.

She starts as not very affectionate.

Although, when you give her affection, she reciprocates slowly.

For example, if you hug her she may hug back after the initial shock.

She doesn't really want to force you into anything... so she's happy if you're the one giving affection.

If she likes you romantically she'd definitely steal your helmet off your head and kiss you.

She's playful when you get to know her away from all the stress.

Her bad traits is her Inferiority complex, her fears, and jealousy.

Most likely all caused due to the Freelancer program.

But... she has you now, after all this time.

She wouldn't give you up even if she was held at gun point.

She wouldn't let Locus or Felix take you, she wouldn't let Temple have you...

She'll be by your side until the very end.

Overall, Carolina can be intimidating but is very caring to those she loves just like her mother.

She's used to blood spilling across her armor and threatening others.

If it means you're safe, happy, and by her side... doing it a little more can't hurt, right?

[johnwickb1tsch]

Yandere Tex Johnson x Witness!Reader x John Wick (AND x Constantine😜) Imagine WIP Part 9

Here we go my lovelies! @treedaddymcpuffpuff @sweetwolfcupcake @tammykelly @lilspookymeh @kurai-hono-blog

Wick could have been an asshole about buying a brand new kitchen, sundries included–but instead he merely shrugs off Constantine's hostile question. "Seemed like the least I could do."

Constantine glares, but lets it go, begrudgingly sitting down to a delectable meal cooked by the man he knows, deep down, that you've never been able to forget. 

At Tex's midday administering of magical medicine, he takes your hand after you finish, refusing to let go. "Set with me a while, Rattlesnake." He pats the couch, on which there is no room unless you were to sit in his lap–undoubtedly his hope.

With a sigh and a knowing smirk you settle back in your chair. Your eyes are drawn to the burn upon his chest. He will carry that mark for the rest of his life, even if the magic is lifted.

You think on what Papa Midnite said to Constantine. "Take some big feeling..."

It kind of floors you, to think of the energy it took for Constantine to conjure that working out of thin air.

For you.

You told him a little bit about the boys. How they hurt you–and, how they saved your life. How you loved them, and how they destroyed you in their abandonment. No matter how you framed it, Constantine blamed them for the bullet wound forever seared in your side.

However, it wasn’t so simple as that. 

"Whacha thinking, baby girl?"

You just shake your head with a tired smile. "Nothing important."

"Hmm. You gonna make me guess? Alright. You're thinkin'...bout that time in Mexico it was just you an me and the stars, out by the pool in our birthday suits."

You snort–quite against your will, it turns into a giggle. 

"No..."

"Uh huh. You’re missin' my wicked tongue up between your thighs. I know that look."

"That's enough of that," you say, trying to stand. But he has your hand, and he tugs you so that you fall down to sit on the edge of the couch–and half on him. Your faces hover just centimeters away. You watch with horror a he tries to lean in, capitalizing on the opportunity. By the skin of your teeth, your heart in your throat, you just barely manage to turn your head.

"Didn't you miss me, rattlesnake?" he asks, his deep voice all sultry and low just wrecking you to the bone.

You dare reach up to caress his cheek with the blade of your thumb. "Of course I did. But there’s no going back, Tex. Maybe...that time is behind us." Just saying it hurts like a knife between the ribs, but you go on, “Maybe you and John did the right thing, letting me go.”

He just narrows his dark eyes at hearing that. You hate the way it gives you such a thrill, to the base of your spine, and lower still. “I thought you were mad about that? Hell, I’m still mad about that. I miss you so much I can hardly think straight. There’s just…” He frowns while he says it, but you know it’s just because he’d literally rather take a bullet than talk about his feelings. His grip on your hand tightens; he glares down at your silver rings like they owe him money.  “There ain’t no point to anything, when you’re gone. Do you know what I mean?”

You close your eyes; for a moment you feel as though the floor has dropped out from under you, because you know exactly what he means. You lived it for months after they booted you, drifting from country to country, an empty husk of a woman, a gaping black hole where your heart used to be. Only after moving to LA, thinking about going back to school, and meeting Constantine, did your life start to feel like it had some meaning again. 

“Yeah. I know what you mean,” you answer quietly. “But how did you think this would go? You’d knock on my door, and I’d just uproot my whole life for you again?”

“Maybe?” The confusion on his handsome face is almost cute. You realize he really did think it would be that easy, and you snort, looking away to a framed Tibetan Thangka painting on the wall. This man. As ever, you’re torn between kissing him and killing him. You have to keep reminding yourself that the former option is not even on the table. 

“At least give me some credit. I coulda come in with guns blazin' but instead I brought flowers."

“You want credit?”

“Yeah. I’m practically a changed man. And I wouldn’t mind an apology from Wizard Boy either.”

"You've got to be kidding me." The pair on this man never ceases to amaze you.

"We were just having a little bit of friendly fisticuffs, but he fucked me up pretty good. That’s called unnecessary escalation.”

He would know. 

"Spare me the macho bullshit. There’s no such thing as friendly fisticuffs. You were going to hurt my boyfriend, and you absolutely deserved what he gave you. You’re lucky he got Midnite to lift it."

Only a beat later do you realize you called Constantine your boyfriend within earshot of everyone, which you never do, because you both hate labels and the word just seems too high school for what you actually are to each other–but there’s no going back now. 

“But–”

At last, at last, you are in a position where you don’t have to swallow his gaslighting. “No buts. You can behave yourself, Tex, or you can go. I mean it.” 

Maybe drawn by the sound of your raised voice, Constantine chooses that moment to intervene, appearing at the foot of the couch with a magnificent frown. 

“Well well, if it ain’t The Boy Who Lived.”

You know he’s just making yet another Harry Potter reference, but considering Constantine’s history, this nickname makes you flinch. Maybe it’s a mistake on your part, but you bristle. “Don’t call him that.”

Constantine, however, betrays nothing, just crossing his arms with that blandly judgy expression. “It’s alright, y/n. He loves childrens’ books–a man has to stick to his reading level.” You don't feel like arguing about the complexity of the later books, so you let the arrow fly.

You lift an eyebrow, side-eyeing Tex. “You do know an awful lot about Harry Potter for a grown ass man your age.”

For possibly the first time ever Tex actually looks sheepish. “Had to read something while I was in the shit.”

Tex never really told you much about his tour of duty in the Middle East. Bradford had intimated that it didn’t end well–but you weren’t exactly keen to take everything that asshole had said with any sort of seriousness. The thought of him holed up in a mud hut reading about Hogwarts kind of pulls at your heartstrings for some ridiculous reason. 

“So what you want, Wizard Boy?” demands Tex, insouciantly refusing to let go of your hand, despite you tugging on it.

“I was going to check your chakras for malevolence, but I'm having second thoughts now.”

“Sounds illegal in five states.”

Constantine snorts. “You want me to double check Midnite's handiwork or not? If there's a trace of darkness left it could spread– and you'll be fucked all over again.”

“Not the way I like, I'm guessin’.”

“Probably not. But then again, you seemed to like Desdemona at the club. You want an introduction?” Constantine has a sly look on his handsome face as he asks this. It must be the succubus you'd run off– the thought of Tex in contact with her again makes you vibrate with jealousy. It is sharp, and fierce, and utterly fucking irrational.

You should encourage Tex to find someone else.

Your heart just doesn't agree.

“I'll…leave you two to it,” you say, reluctantly standing to pull away out of Tex's grip.

Only belatedly, after you've retreated to your room, do you realize that maybe Constantine interrupted your tête a tête with Tex for his sake, rather than yours.

***

John Wick whips you all up a beautiful dinner of sauteed meat and vegetables, complimented with a nice bottle of dry red wine that you're sure did not come from Trader Joe's. You play his sous chef, chopping up veggies, and it almost feels like old times in the kitchen, although he never would have given you access to a big sharp knife before. As though you ever would have had the nerve to stab him. 

Tex was another matter.

At first you all sit down to share a semi-awkward meal, peppered with halting silences–until the second bottle of wine comes out, and then things flow more smoothly. It starts with Constantine cracking a joke at Tex's expense, which is surprisingly backed by Wick with a witty aside. Tex responds good naturedly, for once, and you just sit back and watch with a smile, a warm glow in your chest that feels too close to bliss to possibly last.

You help Wick with the dishes, drying as he washes because your dish rack is tiny. “You look tired, sweetheart,” he says after the last plate, bending down to kiss your forehead. You forget. You fucking forget that there are two other people there, one of whom is your current lover, and out of longing and pure habit you tilt your head back for the second staggeringly sweet kiss on your lips that always followed. 

Only a long beat later do you realize what you've done, with Wick's shining dark eyes looking down on you, missing nothing. You gasp like a scandalized school girl, taking a small step back. “You're right,” you agree. “I am tired. Good night, everyone.” You're such a coward you can't even lift your head to look at any of them, though you can feel their eyes upon you as you scurry away.

Once in the sanctuary of your room you collapse on the bed, clutching the coverlet in your claws for hands, so embarrassed by your slip that you could die. You know that Constantine loves you, even if he’s never outright said it, and honestly probably never will–and this is how you repay him. 

You really are a piece of work.

***

After you retreat, a silence falls over the kitchen, the three formidable men eyeing each other like wolves amidst a power struggle, trying to decide who is the weakest link and who is alpha. It’s Constantine who stands without a word, fetching his green glass bottle of Ardbeg single-malt scotch and setting it down in the middle of the table with a thunk. Then he produces three glasses–none matching–and pours out a finger for each. 

“Gentlemen.” He looks between the two assassins seated at his table, a part of him flabbergasted as to how he’d even ended up in this situation. Before he met you, if someone told him someday he would find a woman he loved more than the air he breathed, he would have laughed them out of the room. 

Not now. 

How the mighty are brought low, and pride goeth before a fall, and all that proverbial biblical bullshit that is old as time and yet somehow still applies. Despite all our advances, humans are still essentially the same animal we were when we first left the cave and started walking upright–or when God created Adam out of dirt, whichever you find more believable.  

“I believe we find ourselves at an impasse.”

“How you figure?” asks Tex, knocking back his drink and helping himself to another. 

“Does being in love with the same woman ring a bell?”

Wick smirks, watching the exchange between the two, sipping his scotch sparingly. He does not contradict Constantine’s assessment, but in his succinct way he drives home the finer point. “More importantly, that woman is in love with all of us.”

The thought pulls something like a growl from deep in Constantine’s chest, but in the end he acknowledges, “Exactly.”

Tex smirks, leaning on his elbows. “Don’t be sore, Wizard Boy. Be grateful we broke her in for you.”

Constantine seems to count to ten under his breath, restraining himself from unleashing a curse on this fucking cowboy again. “You’re gonna have to give me pointers on how you manage not to murder him daily,” he says to Wick. 

“I only listen to about half of what he says,” Wick admits with a smirk, a humorous glitter in his dark eyes.

“Good to know. My point is, if I curse you both into the Seventh Circle, it would hurt her. Likewise, if you two were to dig me a shallow grave out in the desert. You hurt her enough the first time. Do you follow?”

Wick nods, grasping Constantine’s train of thought immediately. Tex, however, has to chew on it a little–maybe because he’d hoped, for once, to finally have this girl to himself. 

“You’re saying you don’t mind sharin’,” finally says Tex with a shit-eating grin, leaning back in his chair. 

“Oh, I mind,” Constantine is sure to clarify. “But it’s up to her, if she wants you or not. If she decides she wants you to go–I will make you go. If she wants you to stay…” He spreads his big hands, as though to say, we’ll figure it out. Somehow.  

Tex narrows his eyes, clearly debating if he should pick a fight over the make you go part, or take it as it sits on the table. “And how do you propose we let her know what we decided about this?”

Constantine snorts at that, draining his glass and standing from the table. “That’s your problem, Howdy Doody. Good night–and may the best man win.” The two assassins watch as John Constantine crosses to your bedroom, and practically shuts the door in their faces. 

***

You are drifting on the edge of sleep when Constantine crawls into bed with you. You smile as you feel the familiar pattern of the depression in the mattress, and moan with surprise as he covers your mouth with his. You taste the Ardbeg on his tongue, which explains some of his ardor, but not all. The fury of his kisses on your lips and neck pulls an involuntary moan from deep in your lungs, his big hands digging into the flesh of your thigh, pulling you on top of him. 

“John…?” Utterly star-struck, you blink down at him, disheveled in your pajama t-shirt and your hair a mess. He reaches up to cup your cheek, dwarfing your face in his large hand, studying you like there will be a test later. He opens his mouth like there’s something he wants to say to you, but he can’t quite get it out, the words stuck in his throat. 

You think you know what it is, and your heart warms for it, that tingling thrill filling your chest and spreading outwards. You’re not even mad, that he can’t say it, because you get him. This is not the week you’re going to push him out of his comfort zone, more than you already have. Most of LA would laugh to hear it, but John Constantine has been a veritable fucking saint the past couple of days, and you’re so grateful to him. 

“It’s ok,” you say softly, tracing the line of his square jaw. “I know.” 

He frowns, almost like he wants to argue, but in the end he just shakes his head and pulls you to him.

You want to apologize for almost kissing John Wick right in fucking front of him–but that sticks in your throat too. You guess you’re both just a little raw tonight.

He peels off your t-shirt greedily as he guides you down. Hungry lips and a teasing tongue find the sensitive tips of your breasts, making you squirm with longing above him. You know you’ve already soaked through the laughable barrier of your panties, and are probably leaving an unsightly stain on his nice (200 dollar, he likes to tell you with a smirk) white shirt–but if the Chinese laundry down the street can get out demon blood stains, what’s a little cum?

You let out a cry of longing as he releases your nipple with a pop; the ache between your thighs is already nearly unbearable, and you can't stop yourself from grinding against his lean torso. You shut your mouth as soon as you open it, conscious of the paper thin walls and the two dangerous men on the other side of them.

“You like that, baby?” he taunts, hooking his fingers in your panties to tug them down.

“You know I do,” you pant. 

“Then let me hear you,” he invites with a wicked smirk, shifting down so that you are nearly sitting on his face. You don’t know what was said out there, but you are starting to get the idea that John Constantine is up to something. But before you can even begin to think what to do about it, he pulls you forward with an undeniable grip on your thighs, and his tongue is laving up your slit.

“Fuck.”

This exclamation is not quiet, and neither are the ones after it. You practically shake the walls with your cries when you cum on his tongue, your body rendered into a quivering mess of over-stimulated nerves. He does not grant you mercy, even when you beg him, and by the time he is done with you, you are halfway to your second orgasm.

“Do you want me baby?” he demands, panting from his champion cunnilingus league exertions as he undresses himself. There is a desperation in his tone you’ve never quite heard before, and you have a feeling he’s not just talking about sex.

“I need you,” you tell him, and you mean every word. It wins you every inch of his hard cock buried inside you, and you can’t stop yourself from moaning, as though there is no room for breath in your body when filled with his impressive manhood. He grips you hard enough to bruise, his face buried in the bend of your neck.

He drives himself inside of you, hips pumping with the fury of his need, but he’s prepared you for it. It’s all you can do just to hold on, to the bed, to him, letting him use you exactly the way he wants to, because you know the past couple of days have been anything but easy for him. 

When his thumb finds your clit you think you might die from the overwhelming sensation of it. “No,” you beg, somehow smiling through your exasperation. “Please. Mercy.”

He just pays you that impish curl of lips that always seriously makes you question which side he's playing for. “You can take it,” he informs you. “For me?” The way he pouts down at you while simultaneously rearranging your insides should be illegal.

“Fuck,” you swear again, and he grins down at you, knowing he’s got you in the bag. With your ankles around his ears he slows down for you, but still fills you to the absolute brim, working you in just the rhythm he knows you need with the tip of his too-clever thumb. There is a heart wrenching beauty in making love like this. The two of you have reached an understanding of each other's bodies, a point of familiarity in which you just know, and yet somehow each time is better than the last.

It isn't long before you cum on his cock with a ragged scream that you know there’s no way in hell the boys didn’t hear, yet you cannot stop it, you cannot care, because the man inside you has rendered you into a vessel for this mind-bending pleasure and in this moment, you belong completely to him. His hips snap against yours, and soon he follows with your greedy little cunt fluttering around him, spilling himself inside you with a loud groan.

He collapses beside you, pulling you into his arms. You revel in the sticky warmth of his seed seeping between your thighs, his heart a furious drumbeat beneath your ear. “Jesus fucking Christ,” is all you can manage to wheeze against the warmth of his chest.

“Right initials,” he pants, pressing lips to your hair. “Wrong guy.”

Thinking you really might have lost your mind, you start to cackle, and you can’t stop until you literally can’t breathe. You do not even have the energy to clean up, falling asleep in the beautiful mess John made of you, and maybe it’s just you, but even in his sleep John Constantine seems to hold you more tightly than he ever has before.

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it's on? 😈😈😈

@sweetwolfcupcake @treedaddymcpuffpuff @tammykelly

[thegr33nc0met]

Hellaverse Masterlist

♥︎Charlie Morningstar

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♥︎Vaggie

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♥︎Angel Dust

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♥︎Husk

Yandere Husk x TransMasc!Reader

♥︎Sir Pentious

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♥︎Lucifer Morningstar

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♥︎Blitzø

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♥︎Moxxie

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♥︎Millie

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♥︎Loona

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♥︎Stolas

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♥︎Beelzebub

General SFW/NSFW Headcanons (Coming Soon)

♥︎Tex

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♥︎Fizzarolli

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♥︎Asmodeus

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♥︎Mammon

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♥︎Striker

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Feel free to ask about other characters!

[sweetwolfcupcake]

The Devils' Triangle

Secret Garden

Original Idea, Compilation, Cover and Moodboards by @johnwickb1tsch

Divider by @cafekitsune

A collaborative piece between me, @treedaddymcpuffpuff @tammykelly and @johnwickb1tsch

Part I

Part II

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Part VI

Part VII

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Part IX

Part X

[keanusteddy]

𝝑୧ 𝒯𝐸𝒳 𝒥𝒪𝐻𝒩𝒮𝒪𝒩 𝐵𝒪𝒯𝒮

There's no escaping yandere!tex johnson.

- CHARACTER.AI | JANITOR.AI

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☆ ⸽ Members ⸽ ☆

👑 Staar/@suprrstaar -🦊

Glitch/@gl1tchiematt -🐝

Lizy/@lizyxml -🐰

Mika/@milkshak5 -🐈‍⬛

Mush/@staarcelestial -🦜

Mari -🦢

Night -🐺

Emmiy - @itsemmiy -🐛

☆ ⸽ Presentation ⸽ ☆

☆ ⸽ 👑 Staar ⸽ ☆

╰► ₊ Name: Staar

╰► ₊ Age: minor

╰► ₊ Pronouns: Any pronouns

╰► ₊ Sexuality: Aroace

╰► ₊ Birthday: 11/18

╰► ₊ Fandoms who participates: FNaF, Invader Zim, Miraculous...

✧ ⸽ Your oc ⸽ ✧

╰► ₊ Oc/Sona:

(🐰- Staar maybe I'll find a better design.)

☆ ⸽ Lizy ⸽ ☆

╰► ₊ Name: Lizy

╰► ₊ Age: Minor

╰► ₊ Pronouns: She/her

╰► ₊ Sexuality : Bisexual

╰► ₊ Birthday: 01/30

╰► ₊ Fandoms who participates: (I will put it later)

✧ ⸽ Your oc ⸽ ✧

╰► ₊ Oc/Sona:

(Art made by: @imsunmnia‼️💖)

☆ ⸽ Night ⸽ ☆

╰► ₊ Name: Night

╰► ₊ Age: 15

╰► ₊ Pronouns: She/Her

╰► ₊ Sexuality: Aromantic and pansexual

╰► ₊ Birthday: 03/04

╰► ₊ Fandoms who participates: Genshin Impact, FNaF, Skullgirls, Cookie Run

✧ ⸽ Your oc ⸽ ✧

╰► ₊ Oc/Sona:

☆ ⸽ Glitch ⸽ ☆

╰► ₊ Name: Math

╰► ₊ Age:Minor

╰► ₊ Pronouns: He/him

╰► ₊ Sexuality: Aroace

╰► ₊ Birthday: 04/25

╰► ₊ Fandoms who participates: FNaF, Ordem Paranormal, Genshin Impact, Omori, Doki Doki Literature Club, The Apothecary Diaries, Undertale, Honkai Star Rail, Project Sekai, Poppy Playtime, theater of unhappy endings, Saiki Kusuo, indigo park, shifting, mother mother, stardew vally, little big planet, mushroom oasis, heartstopper, vocaloid, roblox, pressure, manhwa, Cellbit, Goularte, Invader zim, Calango, Orochi...

✧ ⸽ Your oc ⸽ ✧

╰► ₊ Name:"Glitch"

╰► ₊ Age:200+

╰► ₊ Facts about your oc:

- She is a puppet ;)

- She is quite flexible.

- For being a puppet, she does not understand human actions, because of this she replicates some of her friends actions.

╰► ₊ Oc/Sona:

(Art made by:@milkshak5)

☆ ⸽ Mika ⸽ ☆

╰► ₊ Name: Mika

╰► ₊ Age: minor

╰► ₊ Pronouns: she/her, he/him

╰► ₊ Sexuality: lesbian and demisexual

╰► ₊ Birthday: 01/09

╰► ₊ Fandoms who participates: FNaF, Poppy Playtime, Good Omens, Welcome Home, Helluva Boss, Heartstopper, TADC, Omori, DDLC...

✧ ⸽ Your oc ⸽ ✧

╰► ₊ Facts about your oc: she is very short and likes to wear high-necked clothes (she hides her face with the collar when she is nervous)

╰► ₊ Oc/Sona:

☆ ⸽ Emi ⸽ ☆

╰► ₊ Name: Emmiy

╰► ₊ Age: 16

╰► ₊ Pronouns: she/them

╰► ₊ Sexuality:assexual

╰► ₊ Birthday:03/19

╰► ₊ Fandoms who participates: Cotl, Fnaf, isat, Moominvalley, Welcome Home, Poppy Playtime, Stardew Valley

✧ ⸽ Your oc ⸽ ✧

╰► ₊ Name: Emi (Little Emi)

╰► ₊ Facts about your oc: she's kind of a shapeshifter, can create dimensional portals and depending on the place they change their form yay

╰► ₊ backstory: Emi lives in a blank space where everything they imagine creates life but only in that place, she manages to leave this blank space with portals going to other universes and yeah

☆ ⸽ Mari ⸽ ☆

╰► ₊ Name: Mari

╰► ₊ Age: 15

╰► ₊ Pronouns: Any pronouns

╰► ₊ Sexuality: Bisexual

╰► ₊ Birthday: 03/15

╰► ₊ Fandoms who participates:

Undertale, Omori, FNaF, Sally Face, Fran Bow, Little Misfortune, Poppy Playtime, Lily's Well, BBirthday, VT Harmony, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Coraline, Miraculous, Lacey's Flash Games, Paranormal Order, Yandere Simulator, Doki Doki Literature Club, Kamaitachi, Melanie Martinez, Vocaloid (especially Hatsune Miku) Backrooms, Cellbit, QSMP, Minecraft, Roblox, The Coffin of Andy and Leyley, ENA, Julia MineGirl, Tex HS, Good Omens, Anne With An E, The Amazing Digital Circus, Murder Drones, Brubs, Goularte, Gacha Life, Shifting, Core, TV Girl, Sodikken...

✧ ⸽ Your oc ⸽ ✧

╰► ₊ Name: Mari

╰► ₊ Age: 15

╰► ₊ Facts about your oc: She loves white roses, has four imaginary friends (Elizabeth, Misty, Itzal and Aly), lives in a dreamcore/weirdcore world, doesn't like fighting and loud noises, loves music, etc... Sometimes has a weird black liquid pouring from his eyes

╰► ₊ Backstory: ...

[dlartistanon]

Thoughts on Lappland? I just got her and idk if I love her lorewise or not yet

Lappy is great! I love her. It's very easy to pass her off as a "murderous yandere for Texas", but in actuality, she's quite polite and amicable, if a little uncomfortable to be around.

Interpretations vary, but I'm not going to woobify her; being so intimately involved with the mafia and its underbelly does not make Lapp a good person. Whether the people she killed deserved their fate is neither here nor there, when she takes an obscene amount of joy in excessive violence.

Her records suggest that her obsession with Texas is somewhat caused by her Oripathy, but how true is that? Was Lapp a toxic friend to Tex in the past? Was Tex her living emotional crutch? Did "the old Texas" have a similar casual disregard for human life that Lappland fell in love with? Does she really want to fight Texas at the latter's full strength just for kicks, or is it a way to have some control over her own death? 

Given her comments about Projekt Red, Lapp may have death seeker tendencies (I like the idea that she doesn’t want her only choice to be wasting away on a hospital bed).

Lappland is not well.

At the same time, the optimist in me hopes--no matter how small the chance--that Lapp gets the help she needs to recover and be part of a family again.