#Yandere Glam

[yandere-metal-family]

yandere young sabastian/glam? maybe before and during Chive? if not, that's okay!

Why is Chive the only name thing that's capitalized 💀

Before Sebastian/Glam met Chive/Ches

You knew Ches before you met Sebastian, but you also met Sebastian before he met Ches

It was by accident, you both happened to be at the same place at the same time doing something you weren't supposed to

He's rude and snippy with you

He treats you like you're white trash and he's Jesus Christ

He loses his mind if you are even slightly better than him at anything he does. Even something as simple as walking

He does eventually slightly warm up to you, but nothing to serious

He might passive-aggressively compliment you

^ "You did a pretty good job. I mean, I still did better, but you did alright"

You have a sibling rivlary kind of relationship

Always trying to do better than the other

He writes about you in a diary/journal

^ At first it was to vent his frustrations about you and the feelings you made him have, but then it went into how he doesn't mind you so much anymore. In fact he thinks of you as a friend

After Sebastian/Glam meets Chive/Ches

When he meets Ches, you're just happy Sebastian's directed his hatred for you towards Ches

Ches takes it like a champ tho [Unlike you]

"Of course you two degrades know each other"

"You know this guy, Y/n?"

"Yep. And he's always like this"

Not going to lie, Sebastian was a little jealous at first

He didn't know you had another friend, especially a guy

It might show in his little remarks about how hates Chives

But, it slowly dies down, just like he did with you, because he realizes Ches isn't a threat

He desperately craves your attention when you create the band

He needs the affection from another human and he so desperately wants you to tell him that he's doing a good job

You help him with his hair and make up and he helps you do yours, though he's not very good at doing women's hair [He sure tries]

Glam is obsessed with you in the same way Chive is obsessed with drugs

He looks at you in the same way you look at someone you've loved your whole life

He doesn't know when he started loving you, but he doesn't mind

He never gets tired of you and he swears he loves you more every day

The hole his father built in his heart is the perfect spot for all the love he has for you

[sk3tch404]

Yandere Glam time

Metal Family content. Come on now. I know y'all have SOMETHING.

PLEASE. Im barely getting by. Starving. Famished.

If ur wondering what he's saying in the back, Glam is running on about manners/eye contact and the history of cross walks.

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yanderes Glitz And Glam (Separate/Sharing) Headcanons: Yandere, B!tch (Helluva Boss)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am finally doing these two! I hope that you enjoy this!] 

(Disclaimer: Glitz and Glam Are not Yandere In Canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits. Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you! No Sweet Home Alabama Stuff!) 

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Glitz and Glam (Separate and Sharing) From Helluva Boss- 

.First up Glitz, she is a very excitable yandere. 

.When she met you she knew that you were the one for her and that she wanted to get to know you right away. 

.She would want to confess to you right away and woo you over. 

.She would be the one to be in your face with her obsessive love for you and she would not give up on her feelings for you. 

.She would be a very energetic yandere who wants to do anything and everything with you to win you over and have you. 

.Going on all the dates and courting you with ease and wanting to show you off to all of hell. 

.She sees you as a prize and the love of her life. 

.So she will want to show off to hell that she won your love and that none of her rivals were able to take you from her. 

.She won you over and she was not going to lose the chance to have you as his darling and keep you by her side. 

.She would share you with Glam. 

.She is also a very clingy yandere and does not want to let you go. 

.She will not want to share you with anyone so sometimes she is like a second skin to you. 

.She would be the type to be catty with rivals, getting down right into a catfight with them and really fuck them up! For them trying to be with you!  

.She would be the type to confess to you right away and eagerly wait for you to accept her love. 

.If you do accept her love she is over the moon! 

.But if do not accept her love she will be the most petty yandere, she is going to make you regret turning her down and you will be begging her to to have you. 

.You will be hers alone! Unless she shares you with her sister Glam, only her. 

.Oh and she would be the one of the two to use her sex appeal to win you over, grinding up on you and flashing you her breasts. Over-and-over again! 

-Now Onto Glam, She is the calm and stoic one of the pair. 

.That makes her a yandere who is thinking way ahead and has multiple plans. 

.She is ready for anything and everything and is always several steps ahead of her yanderes. 

.She would shut down the yanderes with ease and not let them get in the way of anything she has planned for you. 

.She is also the type of yandere who does not play around, being a very serious and no-nonsense yandere. 

.She is not going to let you get away with anything. 

.You have a partner who is not her or them?

.Well she has plans to make sure that yandere gets arrested and she does not have to share you with anyone ever. 

.She is a vindictive yandere and once again does not play around and she does not tolerate nonsense from rivals. 

.Rivals are shut down and humiliated by her right away, there is no way she would even let them try and compare to her and you. 

.She has a huge ego as a yandere and knows that she and her sister are the only ones good enough for you and that you better accept their love if you know what is good for you. 

She is also a bit of a controlling yandere. 

.She would confess her feelings directly but with some tragedy so there is a 98 percent chance you accept her love. 

.If you do accept her love it is all perfect~

.But if you don't she was not fully ready for that she thought her plan had been perfect, but of course something had to go wrong! 

.She now is ready to go to all war for your heart and nothing is going to stand in her way. 

.Now if and when they decide to share you, they will put their best strength together. 

.This is the best way for them to win you over. 

.Playing off each other and playing to the strengths they have together. 

.They are both sassy and prideful Yanderes so if you were to turn them down or date someone else they would take it as a personal offense to them. 

.No One is good enough as them to win your heart, and no one else deserves you, you belong to them and them alone. 

.They believe that you are the only one good enough for them and that you are blinded by ugly worthless people who do not deserve your love and or affection. 

.Even if they are sharing you they are still butting heads and would do minor digs at each other. 

.Although at the end of the day, they know sharing with you is in the best of both their interest and they will always put their love for you first and will share you with each other to keep you by their sides. 

.They are twice as deadly when they are shared with you as they are twice as deadly when working together for a common goal. 

.In The end, you will belong to them and they are never ever going to let you go, not even for Lord Mammon's favor. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, another chapter is done! I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!

[dollmoth-productions]

Hi i really love your plotonic yandere mental family and i want to request where the reader goes to mabye extra classes after school or something like that and once reader left extra classes and went home reader got hurt by like a bunch of really bad people im talking death threatening head injury and then reader had to walk home like that and the fam only finds out once reader gets home

⚠️ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR AND DRUGGING AND FORCED KISSING STOCKHOLM OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STALKING POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STOCKHOLM SYNDROME MANIPULATION ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR AND DRUGGING AND FORCED ITS NOT HEALTHY ⚠️

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🙂 glam was the one that was worried the most for you when you finally came home all injured, he was the one that was patching you up

🙃 he didn’t say anything he was just grimacing the entire time he wanted to make sure that you were OK, but yet he couldn’t control his content for those people

🙂” you just relax until Vicky comes home OK?” he says to you gently placing you on the couch and leaving you with one of your favorite snacks.

🖤 when they came home and saw you injured, she was pissed glam was the only person I could calm her down somewhat, but she was pissed

🖤 oh, boy, she was cursing up a storm trying to find her baseball bat or some thing else to beat those guys heads in

🖤 she couldn’t even think of anything nice to say so she just grumpily hugged you

🩵Dee was the only logical person there. He probably knew that person, mostly because he attaches an AirTag to almost everything that you own, and a device that can hone in on audio so he tries to find out where they live and deal with him.

🩵 although he’s not much of a touchy person, he does give you a nice brotherly shoulder pat to make sure that you’re OK

🩵” we will deal with it” he said

💚 heavy was pissed off but because he still a kid can’t really do much so he just played video games with you to call me down

💚 he genuinely does care about you, but because of how young he has, he can’t do much he did buy you an energy drink to make you feel better though

💚” come on let’s go play some dead by daylight you always like that”

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I am back!!

[jokingmisfit]

Never Again.

Platonic Yandere Metal Family x Reader

Prompt- “It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?”

Notes- Reader is Dee’s twin. No gender mentioned that I remember. Heavy is 13 as in canon and Reader and Dee are 16

Warnings- Reader is injured, Reader was stabbed, Victoria yells at reader, Victoria and Heavy torture people in the living room but we don't talk about that, reader is scared of being seen as weak

The red head ranted and threw items across the room. You didn't pay much mind to the words because you knew whatever you answered wouldn't matter.

Finally the woman, your mother, hovered over you fuming. “It's fucking midnight! Where the hell were you?! Huh?!” She looked expectantly while crossing her arms.

The floor seemed more interesting than the anger or at least that's what you pretended was the case.

“I lost track of time at the library, that's all.” You exasperated.

Finally your father who stayed quiet spoke up. A menacing smile and a tilt to his head. “The library closes at 9.”

Sighing you look up. “I'm friends with the librarians kid she let's us stay as long as we stay in one spot and keep it clean… Normally she let's is know when it's closing time but she got busy and we all forgot.”

“Heh, and you expect us to actually believe you?” Your mom sneered.

“Why wouldn't you?” You asked nervously. “I've never done anything like this, I don't skip school, or get in trouble, or talk back… I made a mistake and I'm sorry.” Your hands shook lightly as you held yourself up. Only glancing at your parents as the seem to boil.

Nothing you said seemed to matter though as you spent the next hour be berated by both your mom and dad. On top you're grounded. 2 weeks. School then home then school then home. Nothing else, nothing more.

It was 1:13 when you finally got back to your room. It didn't make much sense to you how your twin or little brother acted out but you do something wrong once and you get banned from living a life.

At least they didn't find out the truth. Maybe they knew you were lying and that's why they really punished you, but it didn't matter as long as they didn't know what really happened.

Because what really happened will haunt you, and you refuse to let them know how weak you truly are. You would always pride yourself in being independent. While Dee and Heavy leaned on their parents you distanced yourself from them.

You had a job, you had good grades, and as long as no one noticed, you had good health

But of course that's what the big problem was. Bruises from where the men hit you rose across your body. And blood spilled onto your clothes where they slashed at you. The room was dark and your parents didn't see anything, but there were bruises forming on your face.

You were exhausted and you knew if you went to sleep now you might be woken by someone else and they'd see the mess that's been made of you.

You laid for 2 hours in that alley. That's enough sleep right?

Dee opens your door and slinks into your room. He thought you were pouting. He knew you got into trouble last night, but didn't expect what he saw.

If only you could have stayed up.

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You were sitting slouched on the floor book loose in your grip. You had tried staying up, but it clearly didn’t work. Bruises dispersed against your wrists, arms and face. Your tanktop bunched up slightly by your slumped form showing off the bandages delicately wrapped around your midsection.

Dee had made a decision at that moment to let you rest and to figure out what the hell happened to you.

You woke up to chaos. Your eyes were still heavy and blurry. The noises still didn’t quite reach your ears yet. It was the warm palm on your face that had you trying to wake yourself up. Your body was weighed down with pain.

Blinking quickly, large blue eyes and a frown were the first thing you were met with. “Dad?” you choked out, “What- what you doing?”

Your throat burned slightly, but it was nothing compared to the pain in your side. You couldn’t comprehend the fear of your family finding out what happened, you were too drained, too hurt.

“I’m putting you in your bed. You fell asleep on the floor.” Your father says smoothly.

It was disturbing hearing this voice so early. His normal pitch was lowered several octaves and his smile was nowhere to be seen. 

You tried to help by standing, but you were quickly tutted and moved into his arms. Of course you wanted to try, you still didn’t want to seem useless. It was concerning, you could hear your mother hollering in the background.

The worry was overwhelming. Was she angry with you or what happened? Will this change how they see you forever? Are they disappointed? What were you supposed to say?

Breathing deeply you were still held to your dads chest. It took a moment to realize he was in the bed with you. Holding you close to him as you lay on your non injured side.

“What’s happening?” you rasped out. As nice as it was to be held, your mom was upset and he should be with her.

Your dad let out a breath. “Your mother is taking care of some things while I take care of you.”

Humming acknowledgement to him you rested your eyes again.

Of course Glam kept it simple. He didn’t need to tell you he already stitched your side. He didn’t need to tell you that Dee hacked the library cameras and found the men who hurt you, or that the “things” Victoria was dealing with were the men that harmed you. He didn’t need to tell you that Heavy was so upset that he offered to help Victoria deal with these men. He also didn’t need to tell you that Dee was handing in the paperwork to the school for you to be homeschooled and a letter telling the librarian you won’t be coming back.

All you needed to know was you were safe.

And you’ll stay safe no matter what your family has to do. This will never happen again.

[saltydoesstuff]

🎸Yandere Glam x Reader Head Canons🎸

Made this on a whim, so it may not be the best. This man has me in an utter chokehold right now and I need more content of him sjdkm

We all saw how determined this man was in the music video to see Victoria again- happily willing and getting ran over by her on a motorcycle just to return her keys back to her. It's very simple to say that when Glam has his heart set on something, there is pretty much nothing he won't do to get what he wants. And in this case, that something is you

All it took was a glimpse of your figure passing by his peripheral vision for the world to halt. His head turned so fast he almost thought he had snapped it, all plans of where he was going before forgotten.

Glam prides himself in being a reasonable and logical man; and would normally scoff at the idea of love at the first sight- but he didn't know what else to call what he was feeling in the moment. For someone who didn't seem to notice him like he had you, you already had him around your finger.

Follows you everywhere. Has your schedule memorized and knows all your favorite places that you frequent- he doesn't want to waste a single opportunity to run into you. But he does try his best to make it seem natural- the last thing he wants is to scare you away.

Not so secretly a masochist-- finds your anger and aggressive behaviors attractive, threaten him and he takes it as a promise and gets all flustered. Grab him by the collar of his shirt and he's on his knees almost immediately. Fighting him only has the opposite effect.

But he would never hurt you. No, he could never! Glam treats you like a deity, worshiping the very ground you walk on. I don't think he would go out of his way to physically hurt others either- I think Glam would lean more on emotional and phycological damage instead. He's a smart man, and he knows well how to break a person- one of the only things he's thankful he got from his father in this case.

Absolute male wife. Cooks, cleans, and pampers you endlessly. All he asks in return is your love and affection, that's all he's wanted since the beginning.

But don't bother trying to escape. There is absolutely no where you could run or hide where Glam won't eventually find you, and he will find you. Why would you even want to escape in the first place? Is there something you're unhappy with? Just tell him and he will fix it immediately.

[zombieplaguedoc]

Encanto/Metal Family crossover AU but the metal family are yanderes and one of them (possibly Dee or even Lif) has figured out a way to corrupt the Madrigals' magic and turn all their gifts against them (i.e., Julieta either ends up burning everything or instead of healing everyone she unintentionally poisons them, Pepa gets struck by lightning or all the negative weather she conjures only affects her and not her surroundings, Bruno can only see visions of his death and each one is different and more gruesome than the last, etc) in an attempt to take Mirabel from them.

OR, as a spin-off to a Villain Encanto AU I saw, the Shvagenbagens do the same thing to the Madrigals' magic, but the Madrigals are all villains and once they lose their gifts Glam and his family encourage Mirabel to leave and abandon them.

ANTIS DNI, THIS AU AND POST ABOUT IT ARE NOT FOR YOU

[screeching-bunny]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do the yandre!game show host with a himbo/bimbo reader

Yandere! Game Show Host x Bimbo/Himbo Reader Asks 1

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

Yandere! Game Show Host would absolutely adore you. He absolutely enjoys how there's absolutely not a single thought behind your eyes. He could literally be nonchalantly pulling up your clothes and you would be too dumb or preoccupied to notice him doing it. Would definitely make you wear provocative clothes all under the pretense of how it would be good for the viewer ratings and that this is just the policy of the company. Now get your ass in those tight little outfits before he explodes due to anticipation.

Yandere! Game Show Host likes how you are basically almost always dolled and glammed up no matter the time of day. He’d definitely feed into your shopaholic habits if you had any and would only allow you to get the skimpiest of clothes. There is probably a one hundred percent chance of you getting every single question wrong on the quizzes so he has to alter your answers for you.

Yandere! Game Show Host: “Okay now sweetie, what does blue and red make?”

You: “Uhhhhhh orange?”

Yandere! Game Show Host: “..... what's that you say? Purple? Why, that’s correct!!!”

You: “No I said–”

Yandere! Game Show Host: “Yep and I heard you say purple!!!!”

Other Contestants: Side-eying him

Viewers: *Too stunned to speak*

Yandere! Game Show Host is shoving his tongue down your throat the fastest chance he gets. Out of all of the yanderes he is definitely the most horniest. If you ever tell him that you want to pay him back for all he’s done for you, he’s immediately whipping his cock out, no questions asked. Just put those glossy lips right on there and all of your debt is immediately forgiven. He definitely makes sure to emphasize how sexually frustrated he is and how he would just loveeee it if someone were to give him the best sloppy toppy ever. Tries to convince you that if you don’t do it he might actually die.

Yandere! Game Show Host enjoys how easily distracted you get and how you have a hard time focusing on multiple things at once. If you ever tried to escape from him all he has to do is talk about how female hyenas have penises and you’d immediately forget what you were about to do. If he ever needed to fall asleep all he'd have to do is talk about the fall of Rome and you’d be out like a light.

Yandere! Game Show Host takes advantage of how you never fully process the dangerous situations you put yourself in. For example when it comes to the sleeping arrangement, contestants are put strictly in one room to be monitored 24/7 but you’d probably complain how you don’t want to sleep in a room with so many people in it. Yandere! Game Show Host would happily decide to offer for you to sleep with him in his bed which you would readily agree to. Next thing you know you’re stuck in bed with a creep who’s busy fondling you to sleep properly. He’d probably try to make this a regular thing and just force you to stay there every night from then on there.

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You: “It was so nice of you to let me sleep in your bed that was so nice of you. It’s really weird though, you have such a big house but only one bedroom with one bed. You should probably start decorating your house better.”

Yandere! Game Show Host: “Yeah silly me I should really do better.”

You: “Wait a sec–” Notices how there's a piece of underwear that you lost a week ago peeking out of his drawer. “OH MY GOSH YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE!! YOU NOTICED HOW MY UNDERWEAR HAS GONE MISSING SO YOU GOT ME NEW PAIRS!!! HOW THOUGHTFUL OF YOU!!!”

Yandere! Game Show Host: sweating nervously. “... Yeah I noticed that too. You might not want to touch those though. They’re a little dirty because I haven’t washed them yet and accidentally spilled something on them yesterday–”

[justarandomweeb]

Yandere Zombie Rockstar

[A/N] This is like the last Yandere Monster in the Yandere Monster line up! Get ready folks for the official debut! I'm literally so excited to show their faces and draw their interactions! Yipeeeee!

MDNI

Warning: Mentions of body fusion, Mentions of joint consciousness.

Yandere Zombie Rockstar loves the rush feeling that make his dead heart pumping, unlike his fellow undead who are slow and mellow preferring to go on a calm pace. And what better way to get that rush but to be the hardcore rockstar, sharing his passion to the world. He never takes these feelings for granted, never wanting to being the gloomy ghoul he was.

Yandere Zombie Rockstar doing his usual performance with his energetic band, embracing the noise and cheers of the crowds. He locks eyes with you, and his dead heart explodes and his fingers twitch that he almost dropped the microphone. His knees shaking and almost giving out, the ambiance muffled.

He finally finds out what he's missing out, the emotion that have never struck him before... He is in love.

Yandere Zombie Rockstar wastes no time getting down stage and the security making way for him, he gives you a back pass from his pocket, climbing on top of the stage and winks at you, resumes to performing once again.

Yandere Zombie Rockstar impatiently waits for you at the dressing room, he glam himself up with... provocative clothing to get areaction from you. He hears the knock and drags you cheerfully into his room, mostly the one doing the chatting, he then gives you his number. Asking you on a date, as friends of course.

Yandere Zombie Rockstar waves you goodbye when his driver drops you off home, escorting you to the front door. When he finally gets back inside the car, he squeals and fist pumps in the air. He finally found the one, his soulmate, his darling!

He must hurry up and make you fall in love with him, if worse comes to worse he'll just stitch you with his limbs and stitch himself with your limbs, even more romantic if you and him are one, joint consciousness, one entity, together forever. He doesn't want to lose these feelings, god forbid you fall for someone else. He won't lose you, even if you have you lose your humanity for his obsession.

[dontbesoweirdkira]

If you don't mind can I request any yandere you want and see reader in a wedding dress they thought reader was planning a marriage turn out she just like the dress

A/N: BAHAHAHAA this is so funny. Yes of course, im *assuming* you are referring to the MK guys? Just send in another request if not😭😭

Characters: MK1 Johnny Cage, MK11 Kung Lao and MK11 Erron Black as a wild card lol.

Warnings: buffoonery and Johnny Carlton 😖

Requests: always open 24/7

Masterlist

Johnny ca(needs to be arrested asap)ge

Oh boy…why did you have to get this man started?? I'm going to assume you just thrifted a pretty white dress, not realizing it was a wedding dress in the impulsivity of the buy.

When you got back home to try it on, it unexpectedly fit like a glove. Accentuating every nice thing about your body. The lace and embroidered rhinestones made everything just 100 times better. A gorgeous glam dress that you’re sure Johnny would love just as much as you do.

Excited, you waited by the front door for his arrival to show off your new purchase.

Immediately he froze at the doorstep, the sight of you in this little git up took him aback.

You stuck a cute pose and did a full body spin to show him every detail, egarly asking him what he thought.

“Ta-Daaaaa! So, what do ya think? I picked it out at the charity shop down the street. I figured it’d be perfect for a special occasion..”

Girl you are so damn foolish😩 that man is going feral now

Johnny had been playing his obsession very cool this entire time. Only maybe slipping up once but now…???

That “special occasion” is obviously the day you’ll become his wife. What day is more special than that?! He’s so happy that you initiated this first. He’s been wanting to make you his forever since he’s met you and obviously you feel the same way too.

See, you’re perfect for each other! He knew you were the one. Only a bit sad he didn’t realize your feelings sooner or else he would’ve taken you to Vegas months ago.

“When I gave you my credit card to get something nice I didn’t expect for you to buy a wedding dress. I’m not complaining tho~ it was only a matter of time until it happened.”

….what?

You had looked back down at your dress and realized that it did look oddly similar to one…but that was just a coincidence.

You explained to him that no, it wasn’t supposed to be a wedding dress. You had picked it up because of the detailing, you figured it’d be perfect for the next red carpet.

Ohhhhh he sees what you’re doing here. You’re playing dumb, this was only a hint that you wanted him to claim you. He’ll promptly propose. It’s the traditional way of doing things. ;)

You reiterated again, more seriously this time that this was only a dress for his red carpet. Honestly more of an impulse buy if anything. You hadn’t realized what the dress actually was. It was far too soon to get married and you wasn’t even certain if Johnny was who you wanted to be with in the long run.

His vision of you walking down the isle in that snatched, sexy little dress was shattered… for a mere moment he became overwhelmed with sadness. Wha— what do you mean that you’re not sure you want to marry him? Who else would you marry in place of him? You’ve been planning to leave him, haven’t you?..

Quickly that sorrow turned to anger and a side of Johnny you’ve never seen came out to bite.

His eyes were narrow and sinister as he peered down at you, over his expensive sunglasses. His voice was low yet venomously brash.

“Sweetheart—“

“You don’t get to play silly little games like this and get my hopes up for nothing. We’re getting married, there’s no other option better than me. And if you think for a second that you’re going to leave me—heh—-I’ll make your life agonizing.”

Oh..

It wasn’t long after, that he held you down and shoved a ring on your finger…ahem romantically proposed and you were eloped with an insane contractual agreement.

Poor thing…use critical judgment next time you’re out shopping.

Kung lao

You were out at the markets getting some groceries and household items. Normally Kung Lao would accompany you, but after much negotiation, he decided to let you go out alone. He was well familiar with the shopkeepers and locals so there wasn’t much to worry about. And he didn’t fear you being hit on there as everyone in the town knew who you belonged to. Any man who was stupid enough to talk to you was a man who was certainly going to die.

Of course like any woman, after your necessities were brought, you decided to do a bit of window shopping of vendors that were in the area.

Nothing new or interesting caught your attention until an older woman pulled you into her store to show you her selection of dresses. They were all so gorgeously designed and hand crafted, they must’ve taken ages to make.

“I have something very special for you. I think this will make that man of yours very pleased.”

After searching through a few boxes, she found the one she was looking for and displayed it for you. The dress was a striking red with gold embellishments and pleats that were colorfully embroidered.

It was so well done that it almost appeared painted on. It’d kill you to have that dress, even trying it on would be a dream in itself. But sadly, you knew that anything at this level had to be exorbitant in price. There’s no way that you could afford, let alone justify paying for it.

Thanking the shop keeper and complimenting the dress, you shook your head and declined. Explaining to her that this purchase would make you struggle for a couple of months.

The old lady wouldn’t take no for an answer and pushed the box towards you.

“My dear, this one was made for you. I must let you have it, don’t worry about payment. Just make sure I get to see you in it.”

Shocked, you asked a couple of times if she was serious and she was very adamant about you taking it home with you. She winked at you and sent you on your way.

Excited, you rushed home and into your room. Entirely running past your boyfriend in the process to hurried try the dress on.

It was exactly your size. It was almost as if if was made exactly to your measurements. You spun around in the mirror a million times so happy to be able to own something so luxurious.

“Y/N? What’s going on in there?? Are you okay? You didn’t even greet me when you came in.”

Opening the bedroom door you surprised him with the dress.

“Can you believe it, Kung Lao? Some lady at the market gifted this to me. She said it was made for me and insisted that I take it home.”

Yeah…ummm

That “random” lady wasn’t so random. He’d been planning this moment for over a year. He took out half of his savings to purchase it and have it custom built for you. All of your favorite colors and style preferences were put into this. He told the lady that whenever she was finished with it, to give it to you the next time that she sees you.

It was a surprise seeing you in the dress though. He knew you’d look beautiful but not this damn good. All of the details brought out the best in yourself. It wasn’t form fitting as it was a traditional xiuhuefu but it still such a perfect fit on you. He was proud that did exceptionally well in designing this for you.

Acting dumb, he asked many questions like who the lady was and was you sure it was truly for free. So manipulative…

“I guess this is a sign of fate…that we are destined to be married soon.”

Ummmm….what?

You laughed and explained how it was just a traditional dress that you plan to wear at a festival or something. What was he talking about marriage? It’s just a pretty dress right??….right?

Girl—-

He explained that no, it was actually a traditional dress only worn by brides. —And that since you was not only “gifted” it, but that it fit you well must mean that you’re ready to be his bride.

“Oh…no…I had no idea, Lao. I just like the dress, I don’t wanna be married to you.”

Let me take a sip of my drink😪

Immediately his face scrunched up in anger and he backed you into the wall.

“You don’t wanna be married to me?! Don’t you know how much money I spent on this dress? Do you know how many hours that poor old lady spent on this, customizing everything for you? I even tried to make the experience receiving the dress special. And you don’t want to marry me?”

He harshly grabbed your chin and pulled your face closer to his

“You don’t get a choice in this, my precious flower. Any other girl would kill to even be noticed by the great Kung Lao..don’t be such a fool and make this difficult.”

Yeah..we’ll at least your wedding was absolutely massive and filled with tons of yummy foods.

Erron Black

(Yes I know Erron’s mom was crappy but for plot purposes please let’s pretend he lovvveeeed her okay.)

Erron had left you back at home while he took care of some business and agreed to let you go through the attic. It was very very old and cluttered and he couldn’t care less about what you did with most of the stuff. He hasn’t seen most of it since he was a much younger fella anyways.

He told you there might be a few old clothes that were his mothers and sisters and you were free to take anything you’d like. You're about their size anyhow and he’d rather them on you than to be rotting in a box any longer.

You made your way through tons of old nicnacks and relics, it took a few hours of searching to find any of his old childhood things since they were in the faaaar back.

Eventually you found a hefty box that read women’s name on it and brought it back downstairs.

Hats, blouses, skirts and accessories were all in there. Not much that you’d wear since they were all a little dated and too mature for you—but there was one thing that caught your eyes. Something wrapped in dainty floral wrapping paper and tied with a pretty bow.

……Erron did give you permission to open whatever you’d like so I’m sure this wouldn’t hurt him.

Upon carefully unwrapping the delicately wrapped piece, the most gorgeous vintage wedding dress was revealed. Yes it was rather dated like most of the clothes with big puffy sleeves and a high neckline for modesty. Kind of gaudy as well but still an eye catching design nonetheless.

You held it up to your body and it looked like it'd be a perfect fit. This isn’t too surprising, but it fit you rather well. You looked straight out of the 19th century but it was cute, you put your hair up really nice and added some of the accessories from the box to complete the look.

You strutted around the house and pretended to be some snobby rich woman on her wedding day.

“Why yes. The orderves were made by Frederic, the renowned chef and the silk table cloths were imported from across the seas….hohoho.”

In the middle of your play time, Erron walked in and saw you in the dress. He paused and observed you up and down. It seemed as though he was a bit upset by the sight of you.

Maybe it was the wrong choice to put on this dress of all things. This was probably the one thing that was unspokenly off limits.

You quickly try to deescalate the situation and explain yourself. That you just thought the dress was pretty and you wanted to fool around in it. That you didn’t think much of it or that he’d be home so soon.

“I’m not mad, y/n. For a second I got a glimpse of my ma again. This dress is perfect on you.”

You twirled around in place and asked him if he truly thought so.

“I’m as honest as I’d ever be right now. What do you say we go down to the chapel right now?”

Thinking he wasn’t being serious, you laughed and began to take the dress off

“You’re not the marrying type, Erron.”

His demeanor turned from a sentimental bliss to a pissed off cowboy in seconds.

What did you mean he’s not the marrying type? He ain’t no saint but he’s been good to you and planned on being so for a long while.

“What did you mean by that, darlin?”

He stared straight and menacingly at you with his drawing hand on his holster. Your next words better be catious.

“N-nothing. Just figured you weren’t into the marriage thing because neither am I. That’s all.”

That’s all? You think you can just wear his deceased mothers wedding gown without any plans of commitment.

He suddenly pulled out his pistol out of his holster causing you to flinch. He didn’t point it at you but he inspected it before putting in a cartridge that was stored on his other hip.

“Dear, I know I ain’t no romantic but if you think for a second I’d let you walk out of this relationship alive…you must be one dumb broad.”

A chilling smile plastered his face as he pointed it towards you

“So what do ya say? You going to come down to the chapel with me or go have tea with the queen in purgatory? …your choice.”

Of course you had to say yes. That proposal was so…romantic? Hey, at least the priest down at the old chapel prayed over your soul and gave you a cross if you so ever shall need it dealing with a devil like him.

[yandere-metal-family]

You're So Dumb

Summary: You and Glam end up alone in a locked room

"It won't open."

"Are you sure?"

You turn around, glaring at Glam. He awkwardly smiles, waiting for your answer. "Am I sure? Am i sUrE?" You roll your eyes, but Glam stays calm.

"I get your point. Can I try?"

"No one's stopping you." You gestured to the door.

"Maybe it's a push, instead of a pull." He pushes the door, but it doesn't budge. "Hmm... Won't open... Maybe it's locked?"

"Are you sure?" You ask, whispering in his ear. He smirks, side-eyeing you and lets out a silent chuckle.

"Yeah. I'm sure."

You look around the small room before crossing your arms, "God, could this room be any smaller?" You joke, which causes Glam to get away from the door and look around the room.

"I think it's a storage closet."

You look over at one of the boxes, which had 'Cleaning Supplies' written in black Sharpie. "Yeah. I don't think that's a far off guess, but what gave it away?"

He laughs, wholeheartedly, "God, Y/n. You're so funny."

"I can't tell what you mean by that, but I don't like it."

He moves it closer to you; You can feel his breath. It was cold, like the arctic mountains. It was like the winter breeze and reminded you of Christmas time.

"I genuinely mean it. Why would I lie to you?"

"I didn't think you were lying. Just teasing."

"Why would I tease a pretty girl like you? I'd only want to do things you like."

Your face turns a bright red and you back up, but you slam into the wall and nearly trip over a box, but thankfully he grabs your hand and pulls you into him. Your face slams into his chest and you hesitate to look up at him. You know he's probably smirking down at you, so you just look at the ground.

"So, how's your day?"

"It just got a lot better."

You look at him, love and adoration filling his eyes. You quickly look away, not wanting him to look at you like that.

"You're a weird guy, Glam."

"Oh, are you teasing me?" He jokes and you roll your eyes.

Of course this fool would use your words against you. You hear a voice outside.

"I wonder where those fools are."

"Probably getting lucky," One jokes and you hear a round of laughs. You groan, before pounding on the door.

"What the hell was that?"

God, you recognized the fool, Chive.

"If you don't open this damn door, I'm going to choke you Ches!"

"Y/n are you locked in the storage closet?" You can hear him tap the door.

"Great detective work, Sherlock. Now, get me out. Glam is in here, too."

"Oh?" You can hear the teasing in his voice.

"I swear to god, I will smoother you in your sleep, Chive," You growl, irratated.

"Okay, calm down, I'll get the keys and be back."

You can feel Glam's chest against your back and your breathing becomes heavy.

"Are you okay, Y/n?"

"I'm great. Just so excited to get out."

"Do you hate me, Y/n?"

You shake your head, "Of course not!" You turn around to face him, "I just... You know, need to go to the bathroom."

"Oh, Chive probably isn't come back, here move real quick."

Though, before you could even respond, the door opened, causing your eyes to light up and you took off. You rush to the bathroom, before sighing in relief when you were finally away from him. You leaned against the door, rubbing your face. God, you felt like an idiot and a fool. How were you supposed to talk to him now?

[gojozballs]

Gojo x Reader "Bimbo Protected by a Powerful Obsession"

Warnings: [This story contains themes of Yandere behavior, obsession, manipulation, possessiveness, and intense emotional control. It includes adult themes, hate comments, toxic relationships, and moments of emotional distress.]

Materialist

In a world where fame is everything, Y/N, a bubbly "bimbo" with a hidden side, finds her life taking a dark turn as her obsessive, yandere lover, Satoru Gojo, will stop at nothing to protect her by eliminating anyone who dares to threaten their twisted bond.

Author's POV

Mitsui Y/N, a 20-year-old "it girl" celebrity, was the epitome of perfection. Her radiant smile adorned billboards, her flawless features graced the covers of the most coveted magazines, and her voice became a melody ingrained in commercials. She was the girl everyone aspired to be, a vision of unblemished grace with an untouchable reputation. Not a single whisper of scandal tarnished her name.

Yet behind the shimmering facade, Y/N was blissfully unaware of her own naivety a living, breathing bimbo hidden beneath the glitz and glam. How had the relentless media failed to uncover this side of her? How had her immaculate public image remained untarnished?

The answer was simple: Gojo Satoru.

Y/N perched herself on Gojo’s lap, her sparkling eyes brimming with excitement as she kicked her legs playfully. “Toru, did you miss me?” she cooed, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger in that adorably clueless way that drove him insane.

“Miss you?” Gojo drawled, his hands already sliding up her thighs, his touch possessive yet gentle. “Sweetheart, the real question is: how do you expect me to survive without you?”

She giggled, oblivious to the intensity in his tone, and held up a lipstick, her nails perfectly manicured. “Look at this new Chanel shade I got! Isn’t it just the cutest? It’s called Rouge Allure Velvet.”

Without waiting for his reply, she leaned in, pressing playful kisses against his lips, leaving faint pink marks on his impossibly perfect skin. “Do you like it? I think it totally makes my lips pop!”

Gojo smirked, his gaze fixed on her with an almost predatory edge. His hands roamed to her waist, pulling her closer. “Hmm, it’s nice, but you know what’s even better?” His voice dropped, his fingers brushing against her cheek. “You. Always you.”

Y/N giggled again, her eyes fluttering as she toyed with the lapels of his jacket. “Aww, Toru, you’re such a charmer!” She tilted her head, her lips forming a soft pout. “I actually wanted to ask you something important!”

“Anything, baby,” he murmured, his tone indulgent but his eyes sharp, already bracing himself for whatever bubble-headed request was about to tumble from her glossy lips.

Her cheeks flushed as she clapped her hands together. “So, I want to do this movie!” she began, her voice rising with excitement. “It’s, like, a romance—enemies to lovers. Isn’t that so cute? Imagine me being all dramatic and stuff!”

Gojo’s brows twitched, his signature smile still plastered across his face, though a dangerous glint sparked in his eyes. “Oh? What role are you taking, sweetheart? A side character, right?”

Y/N gasped, her hand lightly swatting his chest. “No, silly! I’m the main character, duh! I mean, I totally deserve it.” She leaned in conspiratorially, her voice dropping to a whisper. “And get this, the actor playing my love interest is so nice! Like, he even said I reminded him of someone special. Isn’t that sweet?”

Gojo’s grip on her waist tightened imperceptibly, his jaw clenching as a flicker of jealousy ignited into a wildfire. “That so?” he said, his tone smooth, though there was an unmistakable edge lurking beneath. “Sounds like you’re having... fun.”

“Oh, totally! We even did some test scenes,” she continued, utterly oblivious to the storm brewing in his eyes. “He’s, like, so talented! And honestly, Toru, he kind of reminds me of you!”

His smile widened, sharp enough to cut. “Reminds you of me, huh? That’s interesting.” His fingers slid under her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. “But let’s be clear, sweetheart—there’s only one me, and I don’t like sharing.”

Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Sharing? What are you talking about?”

“Oh, nothing,” he said with a saccharine sweetness that didn’t match the darkness swirling in his eyes. “Just make sure you’re unforgettable, my love. Leave an impression he’ll never forget.”

As Y/N giggled and began rambling about her wardrobe for the film, Gojo’s mind was already working. A plan was forming, one that would ensure this actor learned his place and that Y/N, his darling, naive Y/N, never looked at anyone the way she looked at him.

After all, she was his. Completely. And anyone who thought otherwise wouldn’t just regret it. They’d disappear.

Secret

Two days into filming, Y/N’s normally radiant, carefree energy had begun to waver. The sparkle in her eyes seemed dimmer, her usual bubbly chatter quieter. On set, her lines were perfect, her presence magnetic, but behind the scenes, an uneasy restlessness had taken root.

It wasn’t hard to pinpoint the reason. Satoru, who would normally bend time and space to be by her side even if it meant flying across continents on a whim had been uncharacteristically absent. He hadn’t called, texted, or sent one of his usual teasing voice notes. For someone who practically lived in her shadow, Satoru’s silence was glaring.

Seated in her dressing room, Y/N fidgeted with her phone, scrolling through her texts for the hundredth time. Still nothing. She pouted dramatically, glancing up at Ijichi, her ever-anxious assistant, who stood nearby clutching a clipboard like his life depended on it.

“Ijichi,” she whined, stretching out his name “Where’s Satoru?” Her glossy lips jutted out, her voice dripping with need. “He hasn’t even called me! Doesn’t he miss me?”

Ijichi froze, his eyes darting to the floor. The room suddenly felt a lot smaller. “Uh... well, Miss Y/N,” he stammered, beads of sweat forming on his brow. “He’s… busy.”

“Busy?” she repeated, her tone incredulous. “What could possibly be more important than me?” Her pout deepened as she tossed her phone onto the vanity with a huff, crossing her arms. “Toru always calls. This isn’t like him!”

Ijichi shifted uncomfortably, his grip on the clipboard tightening. He knew better than to tell her the truth. The truth being that Satoru wasn’t just busy he was furious.

Ever since Y/N had gushed about her charming co-star, Gojo had been in a silent spiral, his jealousy festering into something dark and consuming. He wasn’t the type to sulk or throw tantrums not outwardly. Instead, he schemed. The co-star’s face had been burned into his memory, every word Y/N had said about him replaying in his mind like a cruel taunt.

“Busy doing what?” Y/N pressed, tilting her head, her perfectly styled hair catching the light. “He’s not mad at me, is he? Did I do something wrong?” Her voice quivered slightly, and Ijichi’s heart clenched.

“Of course not, Miss Y/N!” he said quickly, forcing a smile. “He’s just… handling some things. You know how important you are to him.”

She seemed to consider this, her brows knitting together. “Well, he better hurry up and finish, because I need my Toru,” she said with a dramatic sigh, leaning back in her chair. “Everything’s so boring without him around.”

Ijichi nodded awkwardly, silently praying for divine intervention. He had no doubt Satoru would make an appearance soon but when he did, it wouldn’t just be to reassure Y/N. It would be to deal with anyone who had dared to get too close to what was his.

And Ijichi pitied the poor soul who’d unknowingly crossed that line.

Learning The Hard Way

On set, chaos unfolded, and Satoru Gojo watched it all unfold with a twisted sense of satisfaction. His crystalline eyes were fixed on the live feed displayed across the sleek monitors in his private suite. Hidden cameras ones only he had access to captured every humiliating second of Y/N’s unraveling.

She stumbled over her lines again, her usual carefree giggle now tinged with nervousness. “CUT!” the director’s voice boomed, his patience hanging by a thread.

“Are you even an actress?” he barked, his tone sharp enough to make the crew flinch.

Y/N blinked, tears threatening to spill, her lip trembling. “Um, excuse me?” she snapped, trying to salvage her pride. “Do you even know who I am?”

Satoru leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he swirled the whiskey in his glass. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, his tone dripping with mockery. “Always so pretty, so clueless, so mine.”

The director didn’t dignify her outburst with a response, simply waving her off in exasperation. Y/N stormed off set, her heels clicking furiously against the floor as she muttered insults.

“She’s cracking,” Satoru mused, his smirk widening. He had planned this meticulously, orchestrating every detail. From ensuring her entourage was trimmed down to a mere two assistants to letting the media leak whispers of her “difficult behavior,” he had crafted this storm just for her.

The live feed cut to her dressing room, where Y/N was sobbing into her hands, her mascara streaking down her cheeks. “This is the worst day of my life!” she wailed, flinging her phone onto the vanity. “Where is Satoru? He always fixes everything!”

Satoru chuckled darkly, leaning forward to get a closer look at her tear-streaked face. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement. “I’m right here, watching every pathetic second.”

She grabbed a tissue, blowing her nose loudly. “Ijichi!” she screamed, her voice cracking. “Where is he?! Why isn’t he here?!”

Ijichi appeared on the screen, visibly sweating as he stammered, “He’s… unavailable, Miss Y/N.”

“Unavailable?!” she screeched, her voice shrill enough to make Ijichi flinch. “He’s never unavailable! What’s he doing that’s more important than me?!”

Satoru’s grin turned wolfish as he watched her descend further into despair. She looked so fragile, so utterly dependent on him, and he loved every second of it. This was her punishment for even considering a movie with another man as her love interest. The mere thought of her gazing at someone else the way she gazed at him had made his blood boil.

“No one touches what’s mine,” he murmured to himself, his voice low and possessive. “And now she’s learning the hard way.”

The camera feed shifted again, this time showing the headlines flashing across her phone screen.

“Is This the Real Y/N? Fans Shocked by Diva Behavior.”

“From ‘It Girl’ to Drama Queen: Y/N’s Tantrum Goes Viral.”

She sobbed harder, clutching a pillow as she screamed into it. “They’re all just jealous! I’m perfect! Right, Ijichi?” she demanded, her voice frantic.

Ijichi stammered something unintelligible, but Satoru barely heard him. His focus was entirely on her on the way she squirmed under the weight of her shattered confidence, on the way her glossy lips quivered as she whispered his name like a prayer.

“Oh, baby,” Satoru murmured, running a hand through his hair, his grin never faltering. “You’re so beautiful when you’re broken.”

For now, he would let her stew in her misery, let her feel the sting of his absence. And when he finally decided to appear, she’d cling to him, beg for his reassurance, and he’d remind her exactly why she belonged to him.

This wasn’t just control it was devotion, his own twisted way of keeping her tethered to him. And he relished every moment of it.

Gala

Despite her protests, Y/N’s manager, Nobara, had insisted she attend the prestigious gala to repair her image. "You need this," Nobara had said firmly. "Think of the headlines: ‘Y/N Bounces Back with Stunning Appearance.’ You’ll remind everyone why you’re the queen."

Reluctantly, Y/N agreed. But as she sat in the back of the luxury van, her arms crossed and her lips pressed into a pout, she couldn’t help but feel a sliver of hope. Scrolling through her phone, she found supportive comments that lifted her spirits.

"Y/N getting an invite to the gala while your faves are watching from home. Iconic."

She smiled to herself, murmuring, "One more car," as she prepared to step out and reclaim her spotlight.

Then, she saw it.

Through the tinted windows, her eyes locked on the car ahead as the door opened. Out stepped Utahime Iori, a veteran actress known for her elegance and poise. But what made Y/N’s heart drop was the man beside her—Satoru Gojo.

Her Satoru.

He looked devastatingly handsome in his tailored suit, his white hair perfectly styled. But what shattered Y/N was the way his hand rested so casually on Utahime’s bare back as the cameras flashed.

Y/N’s world crumbled in an instant.

“Why is Satoru with her?!” she shrieked, her voice cracking with hysteria. Her hands trembled as she clutched her phone, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Why is my Satoru with her?!”

Nobara reached out, trying to calm her down. “Y/N, relax. It’s probably nothing—”

“NOTHING?!” Y/N snapped, tears streaming down her face. “He’s touching her! He’s supposed to be here with me! I’m his everything! How could he do this to me?”

The driver, sensing the situation spiraling out of control, bypassed the red carpet entirely and headed straight to the hotel. Y/N refused to budge from her seat, curling up in a corner of the van like a wounded animal. She furiously dialed Satoru’s number over and over, but it went straight to voicemail each time.

Each unanswered call felt like another stab to her chest.

When the van door finally opened, Y/N didn’t bother looking up. She sniffled, her voice weak. “Ijichi, I told you to leave me alone. Just—go away.”

But the voice that responded wasn’t Ijichi’s.

“Still doubting my presence, Y/N?”

Her head shot up, and there he was. Satoru Gojo stood in the doorway, his trademark cocky smile firmly in place. His eyes glinted with something unreadable, a mix of amusement and something darker.

“Satoru!” she cried, her voice breaking as she launched herself into his arms. Tears streamed down her face, her sobs wracking her body as she clung to him like a lifeline.

“Shhh,” he cooed, his arms wrapping around her effortlessly. In one smooth motion, he carried her to the backseat and settled down with her on his lap. His hand stroked her back soothingly, but there was a possessive edge to his touch, a silent reminder of who held the reins.

“What was that, Satoru?” she hiccupped, her face buried in his chest. “Why were you with her? You’re supposed to be with me! Always with me!”

He tilted her chin up, wiping away her tears with a tenderness that made her heart ache. His expression was soft, but his gaze was sharp, watching every flicker of emotion on her face.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice low and deliberate, “Utahime is just a business partner. That’s all.”

“Really?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Really,” he assured her, brushing a kiss against her forehead. “Sweetheart, you’re the only one for me. Always.”

“But—” she started, her insecurities bubbling to the surface.

“Always,” he repeated firmly, his tone brooking no argument. “Do you think I’d let anyone else take what’s mine?”

Her tears slowed, her sniffles softening as his words sank in. Satoru’s arms tightened around her, his smile turning predatory as he whispered against her ear, “You’re all I’ll ever need, Y/N. And I’ll make sure you never forget that.”

There was no doubt in her mind she was his. But what she didn’t see was the glint of satisfaction in his eyes, the dark pleasure he took in her jealousy and need for him. Because in Satoru’s mind, nothing was sweeter than reminding her, in his own twisted way, that she was utterly and irrevocably his.

Hero

The next morning, Y/N woke up to an eerily quiet internet. Her fingers automatically reached for her phone as she snuggled deeper into the silk sheets. What she saw left her blinking in confusion. Every negative comment, every viral video mocking her, every tabloid article dragging her name gone.

Vanished.

She scrolled furiously, her fingers trembling. "What...?" she muttered, her lips parting in disbelief. The posts that had kept her up all night crying, the ones that had painted her as a diva and a failure, had completely disappeared.

Curiosity spiked, she tapped on the actor’s profile the one she’d been working with. His bio had been wiped clean, his latest post a bland apology about “unforeseen circumstances.” Confused, she searched for the director, only to find his name plastered across trending hashtags. Not for praise, but for scandal.

#BlacklistDirector, #ToxicWorkplace, #UnfitForHollywood.

Her jaw dropped further. What shocked her most, however, was Utahime. The veteran actress had released a carefully worded statement overnight.

"My relationship with Satoru Gojo is strictly professional. I deeply respect his personal life and regret any misunderstandings caused by last night’s gala."

Y/N’s brows furrowed as she pieced it all together. The once-vicious online storm had been replaced by a sudden vacuum, as though someone had erased it all with a single command.

From the living room, she heard the faint clink of a coffee cup being set down. Satoru.

Wrapping a blanket around her, she padded out to find him lounging casually on the couch, one arm slung across the backrest, his legs crossed as though he hadn’t a care in the world. He looked up as she entered, his signature smirk already in place.

“Toru,” she began, holding up her phone, “everything’s gone…”

“Hmm?” he hummed nonchalantly, taking a sip of his coffee.

“All the videos, the comments… it’s like they never existed,” she whispered, confusion lacing her voice.

He set his cup down with a soft clink, his cerulean eyes gleaming with amusement. “Weird, huh?”

Her lips parted as the realization began to dawn. “You… you didn’t—”

“All you need to know,” he interrupted, his tone light but firm, “is that no one messes with my girl.”

She stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest. A mix of gratitude and unease swirled in her stomach, but the overwhelming emotion was relief. She crossed the room, sinking onto the couch beside him. Her head rested on his chest, her fingers clutching the hem of his shirt.

“You’re my hero, Toru,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

His hand slid up to thread through her hair, his touch gentle, but the sharp edge in his gaze betrayed the dark possessiveness simmering beneath his calm exterior. He pressed a kiss to her temple, his lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

“Hero, huh?” he echoed softly, his voice carrying a dangerous undertone she was too blissfully unaware to catch. “Sweetheart, I’m not a hero. Heroes save the world.”

His fingers tightened slightly in her hair, tilting her head so she was looking up at him. His smile was still there, but his eyes were shadowed with something far more intense. “All I care about saving is you. Because you’re mine, Y/N. And you always will be.”

Y/N, oblivious to the weight of his words, giggled, snuggling closer to him. “I’m glad you’re here. Everything’s better when you’re with me.”

He hummed in agreement, his hand now tracing patterns down her back. But his gaze flicked to the window, his thoughts elsewhere.

The actor? He hadn’t just been fired Satoru had made sure he’d never work again. The director? His “toxicity” would keep him blacklisted for decades. And Utahime? Well, she had learned her place, quickly clarifying her “strictly professional” relationship with Satoru and making sure the press had the narrative they needed.

Satoru’s grip on Y/N tightened as a dark, possessive smile curled at his lips. She didn’t need to know the lengths he’d gone to for her. She didn’t need to know the strings he’d pulled or the threats he’d made.

All that mattered was that she was his. Always. And he’d ensure that anyone who dared to come between them learned the consequences.

For now, though, he was content to hold her close, basking in the warmth of her naive trust. Because Y/N might have seen him as her hero, but Satoru Gojo was far from it. He wasn’t a hero.

He was her everything and she was his obsession.

[theyanderespecialist]

I'm A Yandere B***h: Yanderes Glitz and Glam X Gender Neutral Listener (Helluva Boss) 

[dollmoth-productions]

How would the platonic yandere metal family's reaction to reader getting sick and basically sleeping the whole time

⚠️ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR AND DRUGGING AND FORCED KISSING STOCKHOLM OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STALKING POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STOCKHOLM SYNDROME MANIPULATION ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR AND DRUGGING AND FORCED ITS NOT HEALTHY ⚠️

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🖤 Vicky is very worried for you. Obviously, I mean you only slept you barely took your medicine you barely ate, so she said they’re over the edge waiting patiently for you to you know wake up so you can properly get treated 

🖤” hey kid wake up you gotta take your medicine. I know it sucks but like why are you just sleeping??” if she was ever this sick she could barely sleep, so how could you

💙 Glam is a little less paranoid. He knows that you just want to sleep in properly get some rest so he doesn’t care although he doesn’t want you to wake up and actually eat something because you’re just sleeping 95% of the time.

💙” and I thought I was strange…” he said half heartedly obviously just shocked about how much sleep during when you were sick. What do you say that when you got better you got a whole meal

🩵 he does every ounce of research that he needs to to make sure that you’re getting proper medicine sleep food water he changes your water bottle every so often so you have new fresh delicious water

🩵”…mhm” he’s definitely shocked about how much you sleep let the rest of the family

💚 he wakes you up not gonna lie he wakes you up he’s too hyper and he wants to play games with you since you’re home 95% of the time now

💚”UHGGGG COME ON COME ON COME ON LET’S PLAY MARIO KART PLEASE!!” he said, tugging on you while you’re practically falling asleep, or holding the controller 

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Sorry, if it’s a half hearted, I genuinely don’t have that much motivation to write about other fandoms besides TSP at the moment-

But I still love metal family 

[bitin-and-barkin]

Yandere Donnie

Yandere Donnie would act Obsessive, Controlling, and Dependent.

When April first introduced Donnie to you, you guys fit together perfectly. Like two pieces of a puzzle.

You just GOT him in a way nobody else did.

You were so much like him, yet so different.

The entire time you two were together you two DOMINATED the conversation, April could barely get any words in.

You two traded numbers and from that point on, Donnie wouldn't do anything without you.

If he wasn't nagging April about "when she will bring you over again" (He was too nervous to ask you to come over, which is a first for him) he was texting you or calling you or gushing about you to anyone who could listen.

But how could he not!? You were PERFECTION embodied! He was obsessed with you!

You kept up with his smarts and sarcastic quips, even offering your own.

Although you weren't a tech prodigy you thought a similar way (the right way) and were OBVIOUSLY smarter than his dumb-dumb brothers.

Anytime that he had something to say, you hit back just as hard in a lighthearted, sarcastic tone.

You were also so badass too! Just the general air around you screamed "Cool, emotionless, mysterious, bad boy." You were so dominating and so strong! You were what he wanted to be!

But the thing about it was that you weren't emotionless, far from it.

Although you guys often competed there was never actually any bad blood. Despite being just as good as him (and possibly better, although he'd never admit it), you never held it over him.

You listened to him rambles about science and junk happily, but not in a I'm-only-listening-to-be-nice-but-I-don't-actually-understand-or-care but in a I-love-your-passion-and-can-understand-it-completely way.

You asked questions that he'd never even thought about.

And you were emotionally intelligent too!

You were kind, caring, and oh-so sickly sweet.

He didn't need to put up any sort of mask in front of you, as you made sure you made sure he knew you loved him in any form!

Even the moments when he was ashamed of who he was, when he was worried he would never be enough.

His intense moments of "emotionless passion" or his arrogant moments of dumbassary.

You pushed him to be better while accepting him as who he was.

You made him feel like MORE than his tech, he never felt like he had to hide anything from you, as hiding something from you, just felt like hiding something from himself.

All of his deepest secrets are shared and he expects you to do the same

You made him feel secure, like no matter what he did you would never leave him.

It was like you were a combination of himself and Mikey, his two favorite people in the world! (You were first though, of course)

Even when he was acting like a dumb-dumb (Although he'd never admit it) you held him accountable while still being understanding.

You could understand what he meant without even saying it!

It was like you guys were mind melded or something!

You were like him, a kinship. Almost a frenemy, rivals with how much you competed, but more friend then enemy.

You were almost a teacher to him in a lot of ways, but you never talked down to him or treated him like he was stupid for not understand things that came to you or other easily (like emotions, cough cough)

And he made sure (or at least tried his best) to do the same for you.

For example, whenever you make something techy from the countless facts of science Donnie had taught you he'll cherish it, probably getting an entire shelf and case for any inventions you make for him (and he won't "improve" or "modify" the work to become more efficient, no matter how much his hands are itching to)

Honestly it got to the point where you two were never seen apart.

Donnie began to see you as an extension of himself.

Or, more specifically two parts to something bigger.

Think Glitz and Glam from Helluva boss, or Sapphire and Ruby from Steven Universe, or Fireboy and Watergirl from those dumb cool math game games.

You were him, he was you, and you guys would never be apart.

You guys were two peas in a pod, best friends, yin and yang, fire and water, connected in an unbreakable way he wants to brand your name into his skin and he wants you to do the same for him

it was like a villain and his sidekick, expect none of you were the sidekick! You were equal after all, in his eyes. He genuinely values you and your opinion above everybody elses, and how you felt about something was just as important as he felt about it (aka, very important) He feels very strongly about making sure thing are "fair" between you two.

At first you were fine with this little obsession he had with you two hanging out, you couldn't see the red flags screaming in your face, but then he got oh so controlling.

He might not care about what you wear or how you dress, but every bit of tech in your house is replaced by his own, all suited to prevent hackers and stalkers from accessing your location they all have trackers on them, and the next time you fall asleep he will embed one into your skin

He doesn't mean it with malicious intent, he just wants to protect you as he would protect himself. You deserve protection after all, he just wants to make sure you're safe from any "stalkers."

He kindly searches your room for any "suspicious devices" placed by "creeps" he takes this opportunity to put in his own cameras to watch you from every angle in your home, you get more time away from him but he watches you while you sleep.

He gives you little trinkets and tech made by him just for you they all have cameras in them, he loves watching you

And your health is watched like a HAWK.

He's constantly calling you over to his place, under the guise of "making sure your healthy" and he does do that, he does!

It's like your a permanent hospital patient, with you being strapped up and poked and prodded.

Your heart rate would be constantly monitored with a watch he gave you along with your blood pressure, temperature, blood sugar, and steps per day.

The slightest cough will be treated like a medical emergency. His place would be disinfected and you would be "bedbound" from your illness.

Only he can see you when this happens, after all he's the only one who can care for you properly.

Honestly, I can see him medically abusing you, Munchausen syndrome by proxy style.

He'll give you new meds under the guise of healing whatever menial injury you got, only for you to get sicker and sicker. Hell, he might even put you under anesthesia and give you a couple of injuries (can't have you feeling pain or remembering it!) like breaking your legs and blame it on your "new disease."

Narcolepsy, bouts of paralysis or blindness, chronic pain, he'll do whatever makes you hang out with him more! Of course, none of it will actually be permanent or lifelong, he can stop it as quickly as he started it, but why would he do that when it's so affective?

And when you get ill, he'll insist he can be the only one to care for you. I mean, medical bills are expensive after all! Why waste your money when you can just go to your old friend Donnie!?

He'll have you lean on him for support, making you ill enough to the point that you couldn't even leave the sewers as you could barely move your legs and your entire body felt like it was in flames just so you guys can hang out together a little more

(To be honest it's less about the control he has over you and making you depend on him, and more on making you spend more time with him. But if he needs to make you dependent on him, he's not complaining.)

You'll have to stick with him until this "flare up" of your illness gets better. And he'll keep you trapped there with him through your disease until eventually he begins to break, as that now that you're by his side what the point of putting you through so much pain?

And so he'll down the dosage of the medicine he used to hurt you, just to make you feel a little bit better. But you take this as you healing, and you suggest to him that maybe, just maybe, you could go back home now? I mean you're getting better now, so you don't need to be around him ALL the time.

When he hears this he'll act calm at first even though he feels his blood running freezing cold and he'll help you pack up to go home, only for the next morning for the pain and paralysis come back, stronger than ever and making you cry and beg for it to stop

(He might even keep you trapped with him in this way, physically unable to leave and having your punishments being an up in the illness)

Sure, he'll feel guilt for making you feel so much pain and he'll miss your more fiery personality, that now has been dampened down due to your pain, but at least you're now next to him.

He'll help you learn to function to the best of your ability while ill, giving you a wheelchair and braces and the best prosthetics known to man.

But at the same time, he'll still be making sure you're still dependent on him, but independent enough where the old personality he fell in love with comes back. Independence dependence, per say.

Upping your meds just enough so that some days the pain still engulfs you but keeping it low enough so even on your neutral days you can engage in your battles of wits and words between you two that he oh-so-loved.

Good enough to function normally on your good days, bad enough that you writhe in agony as your skin flares up in pain on your bad ones.

It's all so you're still you, but he is still a part of you.

The same thing can be said for him. He is still him, but you are still a part of him. A MAJOR part.

And if you're ever pissed at him or resistant he'll drug your food with sleeping meds to make you more "soft" and "pliable."

But none of this dependence on him compares to how dependent he is on you.

As time goes on you can't get ANY time away from him.

Even before he does anything too drastic (before he practically kidnaps you) you are pretty much stripped of all your privacy and autonomy.

He's always following you around, showing up at your house unannounced, sneaking into your work/school to meet up with you in the bathroom, and any single moment you can be around him he WILL be around you.

The only moment of peace you get is in the bathroom and even then, if you're in there for longer than two minutes he'll begin to rant to you through the door.

It may frustrate you but to him it makes perfect sense. After all, two is better than one, so why would you ever need to be apart?

You guys are just better when with each other. You cover each other flaws and weakness and boost up each others strengths.

You need him and he needs you He needs you more than you need him, it feels like pulling teeth or losing a limb or peeling skin if he can't feel you, touch you, breath the same air as you

You're always there with him. Without you? It just feels so.. lonely. And he's not one to mull over being alone, in fact he loved it before he met you. But now? It feels like he's missing something vital, like an artery or a lung or his heart whenever you're away.

Wherever he goes he's always thinking about what you would want or what you would say, your voice taking up a special little part of his mind that was beginning to collect dust.

He felt your sadness, your passion, your anger, as if it was his. And whenever you smiled, he felt your smile like it was his own. It's so quiet now without you. He was always used to hearing your breath or your heartbeat, to the point where it felt like second nature to seek out it's comfortable rhythm He'll make a recording of your breathing pattern and put it as background noise in all of his favorite songs and make something to copy and let out the vibrations of your heartbeat tenfold, that way he can lay down on the floor of his lab and quite literally feel your heartbeat as if it was his own

So, when he explained all this to you so casually you finally began to get why he always wanted to be around you. it was unnerving at first sure, especially the way he looked at you with such desperate, mad eyes when he explained it to you after you said that you needed to get back home. Now that you knew this though? It just felt selfish to leave him alone.

His relationship with others falters as if he is talking to someone you also need to be involved, and the same goes for if someone is talking to you (this doesn't bother him as he firmly believes you are the only one he needs, his brothers and april are just an afterthought)

I mean, he doesn't hate his brothers! They still are his brothers after all, and he loves them. And he's happy to spend as much time with them as before you came into the picture, but you always need to be there, involved, and considered. You're practically part of the family, part of him! Part of something bigger and better! Just don't split you two up or else he'll scratch his skin raw, just ITCHING to hang out with you again

Whenever he's apart from you it's a bit like when Raph goes savage, but less angry and more anxious and scared shitless. Ever since he'd met you he'd never had to be alone this long

You can go out, do whatever you want as long as he's with you but you can't go home to your family, they aren't good for you

Your friends are weirded out by this and so are his brothers, with them pretty much telling you guys "Hey your relationship with each other is pretty weird. Why are you always around each other?"

You two deny this though, you out of innocence and naivety, thinking that Donnie would never invade on your personal space despite the uncomfy feeling you get when he butts into your conversations.

He would never hurt you or control you, despite how he stops letting you sleep at your OLD home, as now he always wants you to sleep in the same bed as him in your guy's room.

Despite that he's already began bringing your stuff into his your guy's room, setting it up as if you live together you practically do, your family thinks that you've ran away as it's been a month since you've gone home

He's also oddly touchy.

You see, a lot of you prolly won't agree but just think about it;

He's almost ALWAYS touching someone, as long as he initiated the contact he seems to be fine with and actually LOVE physical touch.

I just believe he doesn't like hugs because of his "emotionless bad boy image" and because it feels like he's trapped, and going to be suffocated. Like he has no control.

But with you? That's not a problem.

Although most touches with him are the ones as shown here, small things, touching you is GROUNDING for him.

He needs them in fact. You're his grounder, his shoulder to lean on, his support, a part of him. He needs your touch, he needs you. Often times you are the only thing that can calm him down from any "episodes" he has.

Besides that, although he'd never admit it, he's also quite lonely.

He loves his brothers but he feels fundamentally different from them, different from anybody else in the world.

So if he found someone who got him in the way he'd always wanted? He'd never let go of them.

This also goes for touch. Despite his touch aversion he often wished he had someone who he felt safe and comfortable enough with to hold, or someone who he felt loved enough with to the point where he could be held. So when he met you? All of his unrequited dreams of physical affection with someone whom he truly felt connected to came out.

He often takes your arms and rubs his hands back and forth on them as a stim, or does the same thing with your back while laying his head in the crook of your neck.

Something that he does pretty much whenever he can is sitting on your lap, not in a weird way though.

You two will be sitting on the floor (He's gotten a preference for sitting on the floor as it makes this activity more comfortable)

And you'll be causally laying against the wall, legs spread as Donnie sits between them and you peer over his shoulder.

Maybe you two can be just chatting, or maybe reading a book together or playing a video game together, with you giving him tips as he controls.

You two also often sit in opposite positions, with him peering over your shoulder as you sit on his lap.

Something else that also happens is him clinging to your back like a kola, with him running his hands over and over again over your thighs and arms as a stim.

And sometimes (often), he'll even run them over your chest and stomach.

This happens especially when he's having meltdowns, so you can't just shove him off.

And if you tell him to stop? He won't. Maybe he will for a while, but he'll "forget" and get back right to it.

If you tell him how it makes you uncomfy or how it's weird? He'll tell you that you're crazy. This is a completely normal friend activity, your just overreacting.

He especially does this when laying in bed with you, as he expects you two to sleep in the same bed. (You'll cuddle like this lmao, and donnie is the one clinging to you like a kola oddly enough)

Something else he also loves to do with you is parallel play.

You see, because of his independent nature, despite his obsession, not every waking moment will be spent talking to you.

But something that he still loves is just existing with you nearby, aka parallel play.

You two spend a lot of your time doing your own thing, maybe him coding as you watch movies or him napping as you play video games.

He loves doing this, and you like it too! it gives you back the freedom that was stripped away from you

Its the perfect solution! You and him can keep your independence while still being together, acting as one!

And during these moments, to stay connected, he'll use small, little touches.

A hand on the shoulder, sitting back to back (his favorite), an arm wrapped around your neck while you game on the couch, resting his face on your hand as you sleep. He loves them all.

And if you ever try and deny him any of this? Or slowly move away from him?

Well, he won't let that happen.

He's dependent on you.

He controls you.

He's obsessed over you.

He NEEDS you.

You won't ever go home or be alone again.

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This was way too long, but I love him so much <3 It was itching at my brain until I wrote it down. This could work for platonic or romantic yandere, I prefer some form of queerplatonic. Overall, I believe his yandere-ness to be a very "we are pretty much one lmao" type thing because I am also autistic but touch averse and I often feel isolated from others around me, as I feel as if I could never be vulnerable around them. I often dreamed of someone who just GOT me in a way that nobody else did. This led me to be very interested in the idea of "fusion" from su as the act itself seemed so intimate; Two beings becoming one, being able to share a body and coordinate a mind, become something bigger than their parts to the point where you're a new person? That would be amazing. So I imagined that with Donnie. He believes you two are the same person in the way that Stevonnie from su is shown to be when they first fuse. It's obvious that there are two parts of you but just the way you work together just feels so natural. Idk, this is just heavy projecting and may be out of character, but I love the idea of dependent Donnie <3 Very much Jason Dean from Heathers vibes

Also, this is all BEFORE kidnapping, imagine how bad it would be after that. He values your opinion heavily and always takes what YOU want into considerations, except the certain "hard no" topics like ones that came to your safety, including those constant health checkups. He's no expecting you to agree with him all the time, but he is expecting you to listen. He would never hurt you, and you know that, just as he knows you wouldn't hurt him (no matter how much you should) so why won't you listen to him? He's only trying to help.

[writtenbyjeanofarc]

claiming the jackpot.

// warnings

non-canon compliant, a bit out of character. yandere. relationship inexperience. implied noncon.

// author’s note

Aventurine’s a little out of character for this imagine. There’s not much content of him on the wiki and I’ve been itching to write some stuff about this guy since he’s pretty new to Star Rail.

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Aventurine has always been pleased with the idea of claiming prizes he deemed rightfully his. Toying with the minds of others was what he did best; besides, what is there to satisfy him more than winning a game of chance? Gambling has always been his best feat, but moreover, he wasn’t the type to easily throw a fit over his losses in the heat of the game. In fact, these challenges and obstacles to this game of chance was what made him all the more feisty and insistent.

When he met you, he began staking out his claim like a panther and insisted you to be respectfully his and only his. Months into the friendship, you always showed signs of naivety since this was not a situation you had adequate experience around. Aventurine was unlike other men around. He treasured you, spent time with you, made you feel beautiful, loved, and appreciated for doing the bare minimum. Despite all this, you grew tired of his antics considering you weren’t actually ready for a serious relationship.

“He’s always this vibrant” — you thought. And you were right. He always displayed exemplary behavior when dealing with colleagues and members of the Astral Express. That was just a part of his charm. You chose to look at the big picture and imagine how your experiences with Aventurine would turn out provided you said ‘yes’ to his will of wanting to lure you in. But that wasn’t enough. You needed to dig deeper into the core of his being and sense any form of red flags in him while it still wasn’t too late.

There are many layers to Aventurine’s self — one that’s charismatic, friendly, and outgoing. Yet that’s just a tip of the iceberg according to your family and friends. What he hid from the masses, was what he displayed right before you at this very moment. A pissed, sarcastic Aventurine filled with pride and deceit.

The question remained in your thoughts — was a relationship with this shady, questionable man really worth pursuing?

There’s not enough chemistry between the two of you, was there? If you observed anything from the man himself, it was that he developed an addiction for gambling, playing games of endless possibilities and luck. And god knows what he does to his most precious jackpots.

You, a prize in his eyes, felt an overwhelming sense of urgency to run from his touch. Sure, he was polite enough to lend you some money for your college fees. But such treatment just wasn’t worth a reason for you to pursue hooking up with him. Before you could face Aventurine head on, he lifted you up bridal style, shoving you on the mattress with your face first. There’s not much you can do right now.

Sure, he was glammed up in luxurious jewelry and sported handsome, youthful features. He could spoil anyone he held dear for he had the gold to do so. But something wasn’t right. This relationship wasn’t right. It just felt so out of your control and the timing was off. But he didn’t stop.

Your mouth eventually complied with his tongue. Aventurine guides you through the whole process of pulling you in, claiming you as the grand prize of tonight’s game. It’s not as if you could resist any of his advances from now. He’s got millions of eyes glued upon you just like he had millions in his pocket.

“Beautiful. Such an eager little sweetheart. I’m going to take you nice and deep, and you’re going to be a good doll for me, yes?”

“N-no!!! Please, let me go!” you pleaded. Pled till your throat ran dry. You struggled against Aventurine’s strength as you shook your head from left to right, indicating your resistance towards his touch. “I swear, I’ll do anything, just please, let me go! I’m sick of our relationship being this way!”

“Ah, ah, ah, better watch what you say, little one. Those who seize the night may be out to get you, yet none of them went the extra mile to actually express their love for you.” Aventurine chuckled condescendingly. “From this day onward, you’re going to regret leaving me.”

Against your will, you felt something similar to a sword hilt impale you like an uppercut, It was Aventurine’s length stretching every last bit of your sanity, hell, even your pride.

His moans. You couldn’t get enough of it. Despite being naked and restrained in his king-sized bed, you felt his body heat radiate in front of yours, feeling the friction of his thrusts that grew guttural as time passed.

“Hah. I’ve been addicted to the art of gambling for quite a long time now, and it’s been a long time noting how……fascinating it is to actually claim the most precious prize of them all…..All of it, as mine.”

“I’m not yours! Ngh!” you exclaimed, stifling a moan.

“Yes, my dear. Yes, you are.” Aventurine sneered. “One of these days, you’re going to get used to this. Used to having my eyes set upon the fragile, feeble you. I’m going to meet you in that beautiful afterglow as I make this relationship the best you ever had. And that time….is tonight.”

“It would be better if you just do as I say. Otherwise, I’ll just find more ways to sneak up on you and make you mine.” he added.

With that, he, once again, pressed his lips onto yours, shutting you up for the sake of shutting you up.

And there he was, plainly confessing his undying love (and lust) for your presence as a lovely jackpot.