#Yandere rdr1

[yandereunsolved]

could see yandere john if he had a sheriff darling purposely getting himself arrested just to see them/harass them, Jack too

I have so many thoughts on this.

Sheriff reader is always a lovely thought when it comes to rdr characters. And yes, like father―like son. It depends if we are talking high or low honor.

I'll do both. To please you all.

Yandere High Honor John would not want to be arrested. He is trying to change his ways. He needs to be better for his family. He isn't a religious man, but coveting another person while he is married is definitely a sin. He's already committed enough of those to last several each other.

So he chooses to help sherriff darling. He clears out the local gangs, buys them drinks, stalks them home and watches out for intruders, and even takes care of scum behind their back. Luring people to their deaths in the wilderness is just what friends do for eachother.

Sure. He dreams about what you feel like. He imagines marrying you too. He wants nothing more than to kidnap you and make you a farm spouse. But he won't. At least not yet. He's either gotta get Abigail on board or―keep you a secret. He really doesn't want to. He's tired of them. Secrets have gotten so many people he's loved killed.

Yandere Low Honor John gets arrested a lot. He's already considered a criminal but he can't be hung or jailed too long because he's working for the government. He's too old to care about 'future' consequences. His entire life has been dealing with future consequences.

He wants you. He wants you now.

And he doesn't have forever to wait. But he still loves to play games with you.

No matter your age he will still try and come off as the older, more dominant person in this weird relationship you have with him. But there's also no joke to his devotion. He will and has murdered people right in front of you for you before. And there's little you can do but lock him up for a few days and hope he'll stop.

He has no qualms about keeping you a secret from his family. He also cares about them somewhat less now that you are in his life. He feels like he is saving them out of obligation, not out of love.

Arthur's sacrifice still hits home for him. But why can't darling be part of the reason he never looks back? Abigail, Jack, and Uncle are the only reason his past is still haunting him. So would it be so bad if they died?

Yandere High Honor Jack is still somewhat the person his parents wanted him to be. He's a bounty hunter―a gunslinger, but not entirely at outlaw. He writes and he yearns. He knows he's too broken to be loved but still wishes for it.

So he gets arrested for more minor incidents. Although, he can't hold back from being violent towards people who are already being violent.

He is more respectful of you and your time. He offers to go on patrol with and or for you. He also hunts down escaped convicts.

Now he can't help but hate your job. You're part of the law who so ruthlessly murdered his pa. But it's like one of those romance books he snuck to read behind his ma's back. He'll help you see the error of your ways. Or kidnap you out of them. Whichever is easier.

He's also lessy mouthy, but still a perv. He just usually keeps those dirty thoughts to himself.

Yandere Low Honor Jack is nothing like the man his father and mother wanted him to be. He hates you so fucking much. And he has very few people to take his anger out on. So he takes it out on you.

He makes as much of a ruckus as he can. Chaos runs amok. And he does a damn good job of it. He's crafty. He knows how to evade you. And he spends most of his time doing just that.

He thinks it'll make you 'want him more' since you're chasing after him (quite literally). It makes his blood pump in more place than one. And who's to say he won't get handsy if he manages to knock you off your horse? Just a little kiss. Maybe more.

His favorite game is to try and mark you up before you can stop him. Whether that be from hickies or bruises you get from him attacking you.

Really the only time you can lock him up is when he's blackout drunk. And even then he manages to find ways to escape before you can hang him. It's just so hard to find good help these days. And you heavily suspect Jack is the one shooting (and brutually killing) the deputies you hire. So no one wants to work for you.

Sometimes he delays his escape from his cell just for fun. Teasing you, flirting, and or trying to bribe you―with not only money but also his body.

[yanderes-galore]

Hii!!! Literally so excited for this!!! How about Rdr headcanons for a yandere romantic Jack Marston with the self-aware au? I remember seeing a post about how he probably feels a little upset that he’s essentially the sloppy seconds of the protagonists, and I really wanna see more on it! (I apologize if this isn’t within the request format, I tried)

This poor man is so underrated. Rockstar gave him trauma and then just left him to his own devices.

Yandere! Self-Aware! Jack Marston Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Self-Aware Yandere, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Violence, Isolation, Dubious relationship.

Jack is a... neglected protagonist by most.

Compared to his fellow Self-Aware protagonists, he isn't given much affection from his player.

Think about it...

Arthur gets his own story in RDR2.

John, Jack's father, gets RDR2's Epilogue and RDR1's main story... AND Undead Nightmare.

What does Jack get?

RDR1's Epilogue and whatever sidequests John left him.

It gets on his damn nerves.

Jack's left with what amounts to table scraps in terms of what he can do with his player.

Arthur and John are the spoiled protagonists who get to bond with their player the most.

But there's a good chance Jack will just be abandoned when you finish his Epilogue mission.

The most Jack gets is minigames, outfits, roaming the map...

All small 'tying up loose ends' tasks.

Even Jack knows you're just playing him to finish things.

You just want to do Stranger quests and challenges...

Jack almost wants to resent you.

But deep down, he knows he's too attached and nervous that you'll shut off the game and not come back.

That's the curse Jack bears.

He's given sentience... Only to have his player leave him.

Truth is, he's felt your presence for a long time in his life.

He probably felt it through Arthur and John.

You really are a guiding force... Even if you don't guide him for long.

I imagine all of this makes Jack desperate to keep you entertained.

I can see him trying to alter the game by undoing quests or making certain guns on sale.

Do you have all the horses yet? The outfits? Quests?

Did you finish all of your challenges?

Come on, won't you 100% the game to spend more time with him?

Jack would eagerly let you dress him up in the outfits.

It shows you care when you put him in your favorite outfit....

Jack would keep trying to add content for you to play.

PLEASE don't try John again...!

Just... spend more time with Jack!

He really is the neglected child of the protagonists...

Which makes him push the game's limits.

Jack has the highest chance of leaking his code out of the game.

He'd do it when he realizes you aren't going to play anymore.

He can tell you're getting bored...

Even when he tries his best to convince you to stay.

He starts by trying to break the fourth wall a bit to make you intrigued.

He makes small compliments seemingly directed at you.

He refuses to acknowledge other people at times in any way but is passive aggressive.

If you're having trouble with bounties, he makes things easier by making them unable to flee.

If you want to have him show more violence, he allows it and even tweaks the Wanted meter to prevent a huge bounty.

However... His efforts appear to be fruitless when he notices you no longer on your save file.

This behavior would make him work to infect your device like a virus.

He either forces the game and save file open to make you play.

That or he corrupts other games or saves....

That's the more "realistic" option, him forcing your attention back on him so he can properly greet you.

Imagine if he greets you like a cutscene, looking at you dead on as he greets you warmly.

Even worse, imagine if he confessed while you aggressively try to find a way to shut the game and console off.

Even if you try to turn it off, it never shuts down.

Jack only ever seems annoyed when you act like this.

Then there's another option to consider that I don't typically do...

Jack traverses to your world once he gets fed up with your panic or you ignoring him.

He would probably either travel to yours or lock you in his.

Honestly, you neglecting him is so rude.

Even worse when you cower away from him as the outlaw steps closer.

He tries his best to calm you, claiming he'd never harm you.

In fact, he's in love with you!

He knows that you used to spoil Arthur and his father...

But look who's winning now!

Neither of them could come here to see you.

He's quite excited to see you, smiling as he tries to pull you closer.

Stop crying, will you?

Jack would probably drag you to his world since he's used to it.

He doesn't understand your world much.

Imagine Jack dragging you back to his world with you in his arms?

He holds you close, kissing your forehead as he promises to take care of you.

Do you want him to pamper you?

He can give you dates, buy you outfits, surely you need to look like you belong here....

He may be an outlaw now, but he still tries to promise that he'll get you two a home together.

You aren't going to be harmed by anyone on his watch.

Jack has Dead Eye like the rest of the protagonists.

Any NPCs that threaten your life are immediately put down.

His gaze is so cold towards them... especially since he knows they aren't real.

You're the only person who's truly real.

You're all his and his alone, too.

The best part about taking you here?

You can't run from him.

Unless he allows it, you'll never go home.

Jack at first seems like the unluckiest protagonist of this AU.

Yet if he manages to make this breakthrough before the others...

He may just be the luckiest AND last one to have you after all.

He won't have you neglecting him anymore.

[frostbitemutt]

some Jack marston hcs? Low honor more specifically 👀

Oh dear. But, Yes. Yes I will. This is low honor. Don't expect anything less than awful 💀.

Yandere! Low honor! Jack Marston hcs

Warnings: gender neutral darling, yandere trope, forced "relationship", obsession, stalking, harassment, unwanted crude flirting, perverted comments, non-consensual kissing and touching mentioned (nothing explicit), breaking and entering, kidnapping, violence, murder, sadism

Main traits:

|perverted/possessive/violent/sadistic|

✘ John Jack Marston Jr. Better to just call him Jack. A raunchy 19 year old trying to imitate his less than a saint father. On track to being an outlaw... yeah.. you're pretty fucked. He's an absolute little shithead.

✘ I'm going to assume you're a local townsfolk, maybe a store clerk, farmer, or maybe you're just his neighbor. You'll know when you've caught his eye. He makes it more than clear. Hounding you around town. Cat-calling you.

✘ His comments are perverted "They tell me I'm at my sexual peak sweetheart..", "Come on, just one kiss.", "are you are aroused as I am?".. and other comments. Very much to your dismay. Dosen't matter your gender. The perversion dosen't stop at words. If you don't have your curtains shut.. you may have to deal with a peeping Tom. His hands wander where they shouldn't, attempting to grab at you, pull you in close enough for him to kiss.

✘ He's possessive of you. You're not in a relationship. Hell you're not even friendly with him. You're definitely less than that. He still feels you're his regardless of the fact you hate his ass. No other man or woman needs to be looking or touching up on you. That's his job. Not theirs. He won't stand by and let someone else harrass you either. To him it's only okay when he does it. Hypocrite. Threatening, dueling, and shooting people left and right.

✘ Just like his daddy, he's violent. Wouldn't John be proud? Probably not. I already mentioned him shooting randos down. Your friends? They're found with a ludicrous amount of bullet holes. Lover? Yeah their head got blow clean off with a shotgun, sorry. You ain't off the hook either. He'll tackle you to the ground and manhandle you in a fit of anger. He'll shout real loud too. Sudden and explosive is how his temper runs.

✘ Sadism is something that shines through a bit in Jack. Now he's not going out of his way to harm or hit you most of the time, unless he's feeling petty. Maybe he'll give you a mildly harsh kick to your side. However that dosent mean he isn't at all. Your tears, your screams, your sobs, and your insults...make him feel all funny inside as he'd put it. Yuck. He'll laugh and snort at you most of the time. Mocking you and your fear. Maybe even make some pig noises at you to add some salt to the wound. Calling out "Sooie!".

✘ You swear, you wake up at least once a week to a weird noise in your home. Window or door suddenly cracked open, not even cracked, more like wide open. Yet you can't find no one. Oh, yeah, mutiple items go missing too. Lots of clothes. Toothbrush. Notebooks if you got any. Were there always boot prints in your carpet? Your bed feel oddly warm? Nope. It was Jack. Who else.

✘ Escape is certainly.. difficult when he goes to kidnap you. He abuses the fuck out of his lasso. Running away on foot? Lasso. On horse? Get the fuck over here. Lasso. Move more than 30 feet from him? Lasso. That point he's doing it cause he thinks it's funny. Unfortunate for you. Not to downplay the fear that comes with it. Thinking you're free, only to be yanked off your horse and hogtied to the back of his.

✘ It's all much worse when he has you isolated, in his home. No police you can snitch to, bystanders to chase him off, or neighbors of yours to questioning him snooping about. He's dosen't bother restraining himself, he was barely before. Sloppily kissing you, hands grasping wherever he can, shoving you against the nearest solid surface. It's vile.

✘ You'll have to endure more of his tantrums than ever. Grumbling when you refuse to talk to him, because why would you want to? Pouting and stomping his foot when you push him away from you. Going on rants when you won't stop crying. His mood changes day from day. Luckily after a bit you might be able to read his face and tell when he's about to to blow a fuse. You can brace yourself for his delusional complaining.

✘ Don't loose all hope. Escape is possible. Now I'm not going to say Jack's stupid, he isn't. However we're still talking about a 19 year old. (I'm almost 19 I can throw shade). He doesn't have a plethora experience like his dad or an older outlaw. He's a new adult on a violent power trip. If he leaves the house, check the locks, he might have forgotten one. Try to knock him unconscious in his sleep or.. more permanent if you're absolutely certain you can. That's the more risky option. If you can act well enough, you can possibly convince him to let you outside with him. If he does? Book it.

[lonleydweller]

🥀Yandere Javier Escuella hcs (Rdr1)🥀

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Warnings: Yandere trope, spoilers for rdr1/rdr2, obsession, unhealthy/forced "relationship", kidnapping, stalking, blackmailing, abuse of power (government), violence, war mentioned, murder, hanging mentioned (javier)

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● Javier.. oh Javier. He sure does change dosen't he? A former friend, brother in arms, and later on stalker as you found out. As the events of RDR2 play out, you two drift, and discover.. if not contront his depravity. The final mission happens, chased by the Pinkertons and him as you flee with Arthur and John, or perhaps by yourself. You manage to evade him by some miracle, scampering off somewhere else to hide in a new life away from him.

● You managed to get your own place, perhaps marry, start a family similar to John. Maybe you go uncles route and stick with the Marston's, offering help around the house and ranch unlike the old lazy bum. The old life now left behind at Arthur's pleas, old friends now buried, new enemies far away.

● Javier's off on his own path, returning to his home country of Mexico, hiding up in the mountain. Not well enough as seen in the newspaper. Soon under the government's he once so hated thumb. Obliging for his own safety and safety of the family he has left there. Abandoning his previous beliefs and morals as a revolutionary, an outlaw, a bounty hunter. Distant from who he once was, a begruding pawn for the government's dirty work.

● Even with new lives, new family, new homes, and new names.. the past catches up. To all of you. You and John are separated from your homes and whatever family you have. Held above your heads at the demand of the government to find your former gang and put them down. Bill, Dutch, and Javier.

● You and John make your way through Amadillo, Gaptooth ridge, Hannigan stead, collecting bounties, wiping out gang hideouts, pursuing Bill who flees to Mexico with the help of Javier. Letting Javier know they're being hunted. The hunters being John and you. You. Normally Javier would run and hide. Yet your name reignites a raging fire that never was fully smothered.

● Javier hides it from the people around it but he's loosing his shit inside his head. Rooting through the few keepsakes he has of you, shoving old faded photos into his pocket, stolen items into his gunbelt, he'd find you. He'd find you this time. Even if you've changed your appearance as he did his. There are plenty of features people can't change.

● He slinks through crowds. Holding up your photo, looking at people who resemble you, hearing the talks of the townsfolk. The very ones who look at him in fear and disgust. A coward of man. Once respected for his revolutionary efforts. I wouldn't put it entirely above him to threaten information out of people passive agressively with his position of power.

● Hell he'd probably alert them of what's happening. Trying to negotiate with the very people that have him like a dog on a leash to help him get you. He dosen't want you dead. No, no. He'd prefer if there wasn't even a scratch on you. He needs you alive. He might even do it under flase pretense of you having sensitive information.

● If he can't convince the higher-ups above him, he'll probably convince some of his fellow soilders, they're slopping around doing he same dirty work. Fact some of them are worse than him. More depraved. Meaning they'd be up for the deplorable act of getting you for him. Offering them something in return. Essentially putting a bounty on your head.

● This offer, true or not, may ad well even be given to townsfolk and sheriff. Any information on you or your capture in exchange for the safety of the town.

● If you find him first, having come to capture him dead or alive, he tries to plead with you. Guilt trip. He loves you.. he truly does. He always has. He still does. You were friends weren't you? The stalking? He's changed since then. He swears.

● He's lying of course. If you aren't swayed by his attempts he resorts to petty snide remarks. Insults. Backhanded compliments. Turning into a stand off of sorts. He may even attempt to disarm you and fight unlike what he does when encountering John. Despeate to keep you. Not to flee. He won't flee from you.

● Alternatively if you're captured by officers, townsfolk, or ambushed and brought to him. He's much more smug. He has the upper hand. Cowardly. A false confidence that comes from having backup. He spouts the same claims of love that he had years ago. Except with the assertion that you're stuck with him now. No where to go.

● If you're lucky John will pull through and put a screeching halt to all of this. You'll know when you hear a familiar scrathy voice yelling at the top of lungs and gunfire. Javier may attempt to flee. Drag you round with him.. but st the end of the day he's being hunted by two people. One of them a man with a family to loose if he dosen't get javier.

● As he's being loaded into the car of some feds he takes the opportunity to shout some last vulgar words at you. The last words you'll hear from him. The last time you'll see him in person. Left to be a name that appears in the newspaper. Hung up by his neck, feet to never touch the earth again.

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@adalwolfgang, @helpfandom

[agyraty]

yandere kieran duffy maybe??

Of course!! Now I’m just going to warn you, I’ve never written Yandere once in my life, so I’m hoping this is good. I tried not to change him too much, keeping him as closely to his original character as possible despite the Yandere aspect.

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That’s not Love

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Kieran Duffy x Reader

Summary: Kieran calls it love, but you call it an unhealthy obsession.

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From the moment the O'Driscoll boy caught sight of you while bound to a tree, he was captivated. Your sense of style, the assertive stance you took with folks like Micah, and the kindness you showed everyone, him included, all drew him in. The sway of your hips as you walked, and your gentle beauty, fascinated him; he found you intriguing and admirable.

He’s finally been allowed to walk freely around camp, doing as he pleased. And he always found himself staring at you, watching your every move. Soon, he found himself volunteering to help you during missions, or brush your horse, even help you with chores, just so he could get to closer to You.

After awhile, you and him became friends. You’d always find yourself sitting with him near the fire or during meals, and on almost all of the missions Dutch sends you on, he’s almost there with you, which you found a bit weird, but you pushed it off as Dutch wanting to get Kieran working.

It’s just became a normal thing, you’re always with the man. You even stand up for him when Bill, Javier, or Micah tease him about being an O’Driscol. Which was another reason he found himself so attracted to you.

Weeks turned into months, and Kieran’s obsession just grew even more. He began leaving anonymous Gifts in your tent every night. Things ranging from flowers, love letters, to jewelry and small trinkets.

You found it odd, having a secret admirer leave you stuff. You so desperately wanted to know who it was leaving you such gifts, and you looked at all the possibilities at camp. Never once did you suspect it to be Kieran.

At first, you tried to figure out who it was, asking the girls if they heard about anyone talking about it, or maybe even seen who it was.

But no body knew who your admirer was, so after awhile you just gave up, excepting all the kind gifts you got without thought. Obviously who ever was doing it didn’t have any bad intentions, right?

You’ve also noticed that a lot of the guys in the gang suddenly started to avoid you, Only speaking to you when they needed to.. it was strange.

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Well today wasn’t to different from any other day, you walked around camp, did your chores, conversed with friends, and of course, spent time with Kieran.

Currently, Kieran was busy tending to his horse, so you sat by the fire by yourself, relaxing your aching muscles.

Kieran brushed his horse, tending to its muddy coat, gently scraping out the dirt. He watched you closely as he did so, his eyes never leaving your resting body. His eyes scanned your face, watching as the fire shined against you, its Orange and yellow light dancing along your fine features, illuminating your beauty.

Kieran snapped out of his thoughts once he saw Javier striding over to the camp fire, a charming smile on his face as he stopped just beside you.

You brought a hand up to rub your eyes gently, looking to the side. Suddenly, you heard the familiar voice of Javier call out your name.

“Hey.” He spoke softly, taking a seat on the dirt next to you. “Hi, Javier.” You turned your head to face him, a soft smile playing in your lips as you watched him get onto the ground.

He starts a conversation, his words flowing effortlessly, filled with anecdotes and questions that draw you in. His hand gestures add animation to his tales, and he listens to your responses with genuine interest, his eyes alight with amusement.

On the sidelines, Kieran's presence is like a silent shadow, his eyes never straying away from the duo. The sight of Javier's easy manner with You stirs a storm within Kieran, his emotions swirling like leaves in the wind. There's a sharp tug in his chest, a possessive instinct that he can't shake off.

He knew he shouldn’t be thinking this, considering you were his, and he wasn’t yours, but Every laugh shared between you two feels like a personal affront, as if Javier’s challenging him, like Javier’s trying to take away what belongs to him. His fingers clench into fists at his sides, the brush that was in his hand now dropped to the floor, the mirthful scene before him fueling a strange feeling of anger, of resentment. A bitter taste of jealousy resided on his tongue as he stands back, trapped in his own troubled thoughts.

He couldn’t help but think that it should be him over there, laughing with you, tlaking with you just like always, not Javier. Javier was getting to close to what was his. And Kieran didn’t take to kindly to that.

Kieran decides that he’s had enough, that he couldn’t stand by and watch anymore.

Kieran's beginge to walk over, every move he made was carefully calculated. His smile is a well-rehearsed curve of lips, not quite matching the mixture of angry feelings he felt deep down. "Javier, always the early bird, I see," Kieran offers with an airy chuckle that sounds more like a challenge than genuine humor.

Javier, unbothered by Kieran's presence, smirks and replies, "Just taking in the good company before the vultures swoop in." He spoke casually, but his words carry an edge to them, a subtle acknowledgment of the tension between them.

Kieran leans in closer, his voice a low purr meant only for Javier's ears. "You know, it's fascinating how you always seem to linger. But then again, some people are naturally drawn to the light, even if it burns." The insult is wrapped in velvet, but the threat is unmistakable. You stand there, eyes darting between the two men. You had no idea what was happening, nor what they were talking about.

Javier's response is quick, his ‘Friendly’ smile never faltering. "And some are too busy casting shadows to recognize when they're standing in someone else's sun." The air between them is tense as they try to play off their obvious disdain for each other, each man marking his territory with words as sharp as knives.

The back-and-forth continues, Kieran's jokes becoming more pointed, his patience wearing as thin as the veneer of civility that coats them. Then, a particularly barbed comment from Javier pierces through Kieran's armor, hitting a raw nerve.

Kieran's laughter dies down and his expression darkens, the atmosphere quickly changed. "You think you're clever, don't you? Let's see how witty you are when you're the one being laughed at.” Kieran hisses, the mask of friendliness slipping to reveal a bit of what he was truly feeling.

You quickly looked over at Kieran, his sudden outburst shocking you. He’d never spoken to anyone like that before, he normally acted all timid and scared, but now.. he seemed completely unfazed, the expression on his face dark and intimidating.

The change in Kieran was startling, like witnessing a shadow come to life. His usual shyness was long gone, replaced by a steely resolve that seems alien on his normally gentle features. The atmosphere tensed even further, as if the air itself is holding its breath, waiting for what Kieran will do next.

You can't help but feel slightly uneasy, watching this new side of him emerge. It's as if he's shed his meek exterior to reveal something much more dark beneath. His eyes, once filled with hesitation, now burn with a cold fire, and his posture is straight and rigid, every muscle tense and coiled like a spring.

"Is everything okay, Kieran?" you ask, voice slightly caseous, the concern evident in your voice. You're trying to reach the friend you know, the one who's always been more keen on retreating from conflict rather than causing it.

Kieran's gaze quickly lands on you, and for a seocnd, you see the flicker of the normal Kieran that you know, the vulnerability returning in the depths of his eyes. But it's gone as quickly as it appeared, his expression hardening once more. "I'm fine," he says, though his tone suggests anything but that. “Just tired of playing the part of the harmless one, that's all."

Your eyes widen slightly. Playing the part? What does he mean playing the part? Has he.. has he been faking his personality this whole time? Your gaze remains on his body as you watch him closely, And you notice how everything about him has changed. He’s standing meow straight up and assertive, rather than his slightly hunched and shy posture. His face is more hard unlike his normal gentle expression. And the way he speaks, is so much more different.

The mere thought of it sends your mind spinning. The Kieran before you is like a puzzle with pieces that don't fit the image you've always known. It's slightly unsettling, the idea that he might have been wearing a mask all this time. His new demeanor is like a rude awakening – assertive, confident, almost a stranger compared to his old personality.

"Kieran, what do you mean?” Your question is gentle but probing, an attempt to peel back the layers of this sudden change. You're reaching out for answers, you need to get to the bottom of this.

Kieran's gaze flickers past and lands on Javier with a dismissive sneer. "Why don't you go bother someone else, Javier?" he snaps abruptly, his voice carrying a sharp and cold tone. The unexpected harshness in his tone seems to cut through the air, and with an annoyed look, Javier turns on his heel, walking away without another word.

With Javier gone, Kieran's attention shifts back to you, his posture relaxing slightly, but his expression remains intense. He takes a step closer, his eyes searching yours for any type of reaction. "I'm sorry about that, but I couldn't stand it anymore," he begins, his voice softer now, but laced with a slight desperate tone, maybe even crazed. "I've been trying to keep this to myself, but it's driving me crazy. I'm in love with you. I'm the one who's been leaving you those little gifts you find, hoping they'd bring a smile to your face."

He takes a deep breath, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as if grappling with the weight of his confession. "And it's been me, joining you on those missions without even asking Dutch. I wanted to be there to protect you, to be close to you. I've been... I've been scaring off any guy that gets too close because the thought of someone else being with you—it's unbearable. That’s why people haven’t been speaking to you so much lately, but that’s a good thing. That’s how it should be.”

The expression kn his face was unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. It was almost crazed, desperate. If you were being honest, it scared you.

“.. And that’s the way it should be.”

You looked back at him as he said that. “What..?” You whispered, shock present in both your tone and present on your face.

“I’m the only one that you need, I’m the only one that deserves to talk to you.” He stepped closer, looming over you with an unreadable facial expression. You stumble back, trying to keep some space between the two of you.

Your brows were knitted together tightly as you tried to wrap your mind around what he was saying.

“Why can’t you see that this isn’t bad? That I’m what you need, and no one else?” He reached out to grab your hands in his, but you quickly swatted them away. “Don’t touch me.”

Your heart hammered against your chest, a mixture of fear and disbelief coursing through your veins. "You can't just decide what I need, Kieran," you said, your voice firm despite the slight tremble running through your body. "You can't force someone to want you or to be with you."

He looked taken aback, as if your resistance was something he hadn't anticipated, as if he excepted you to just be okay with this whole thing. “But I love you," he insisted, his voice softening. "I've done everything for you. Can't you see that?"

"You're talking about love, but what you're doing isn't love at all," you countered, finding the strength to finally counter his response.. "Love is about respect and choice, Kieran. You can't protect me from the world, just like can't lock me away from it either."

"I need some time to think about all of this..”

As you turned to walk away, You hoped that when you faced each other again, it would be with a new understanding and a healthier perspective on what it really means to care for someone.

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[yandereunsolved]

ଓ Yandere Low Honor John Marston (RDR1) ꩜ .ᐟ

cw(s): predatory behavior & stalking

In a world where lawlessness is available for the rich and fought over by the poor, it's rare to find a truly kind soul, or just one that can stand your bullshit long enough to get you patched up and out the door. Aiding someone in their journey is a debt the person helped can never repay. And he won't ever repay it. But with all the karmic debt he has, he'll be forced to repay tenfold even while in his grave. 

You aren't helping with his debt, darlin'. As if he wasn't already in enough trouble, you just had to stroll on into his life and leave him a changed man—not in good ways neither.

There's just something so different about you. He's spent hours combing over your looks. He's spent days memorizing your schedule. He's spent months stalking you. And he still can't figure it out.

Maybe it's your age. You're about how old he was when his life irrevocably changed. Yet you're still so—pure, untouched by the world's dangers. He can attribute that to your father and older sister Bonnie, the two biggest cockblockers to ever exist.

He's never able to get too close to you. You get spooked like a fawn, always shying away from his touch or asking about his family, an unneeded reminder about the responsibilities that keep him away from you. He suspects, no, he knows, some of your skittishness stems from Bonnie's wariness towards him. Bonnie watches over you as if she is your mother doe, leading you astray (away from him). She whispers cautionary tales in your ears that frighten you away, as if he were some big bad wolf.

Bonnie's right. Still, keeping you away from him will only make his obsession worse. She can't protect you forever. She can't protect you as well as he can. He's survived things no man should, and he doesn't plan on dyin' anytime soon—not when a lovely thing such as yourself is just out of his grasp.

[yandereunsolved]

⸝⸝ ⌇ Yandere Poly Joiver (RDR1) ⌇ ⸝⸝

John has had to take down entire gangs, save charlatans and saints alike, and play the role of the obedient bitch for classist Mexican idealists claiming to be saviors. One old flame wasn't going to be the death of him, but it would be the catalyst of a different life—a different man who lost the redemption he was vying for.

Another pull of his trigger as he moves through El Presidio like a jackal hunting a rabbit. His ammo is depleting, but his nimble fingers still lead to many more deaths. An addiction he is unable to quit. A past he now runs towards. Hiding right behind a wooden door.

He slams it open, and there stands a man he almost dared to forget. Too many things that could be said, such little time.

"Hello, old friend. It's been a long time."

Those are the words that find their way to his lips. Oh, how his Javier has changed. That familiar flame lighting within his core up to his face. Javier: a more effective ignition material than kerosene.

"Hello, brother. It's good to see you."

John's mind tunes out Javier's words until he says, 'We was close once,' too distracted by unforgivable actions and undeniable attraction.

It becomes all muddy in his mind. His mouth speaks of great pain, but his body expresses great love. Taunts and threats only hold half their weight. Javier manages to just barely slip through his fingers, but not before a piece of paper is slipped into his boxers. The familiar but nearly ghostly touch sends shivers down his spine that echo even hours after El Presidio is conquered.

Casa Madrugada

Those were the scribbled words on the paper.

A room paid for by a man who didn't give his name, Javier, clearly. He has the mind to know it may be a trap. Misdirection. He is already enough of a fool for failing to catch him once. And Javier's word means little. Perhaps his next actions will mean a lot.

The room is simple enough. A worn bed, a dresser, and a stained armchair. Moans crawl within the walls like mice, reminding John this is a place he should not want to stay in. The room grows in complexity as he spots Javier, half-undressed with hickeys and claw marks littering him, leaning against the armchair with a certain smugness.

"You're here." John says it like an oath, but with the bitterness of their past nipping at the finality of the words.

"Por supuesto que sí. Have more faith in me."

John sarcastically huffs. His teeth grit together.

"Yeah, 'faith', because that's what got us here. I'm getting my family back, Escuella."

'Such determination,' Javier thinks. He's even more determined to break John's resolve. To have him within his grasp again: intimate and fervid.

"Mi amor, your family is here."

Javier nearly trips over his feet but manages to make it with John's proximity. John doesn't move away but quietly grunts. Javier takes it as an invitation, wrapping his lithe arms around John's waist.

John moves against him. He shoves Javier off after a moment of feeling his noxious touch. Javier falls flat on his ass in surprise. John's right hand grips his double-action revolver, still holstered.

"It stopped being here a long time ago." You're not the man I once—admired." A poignant crack is heard in John's voice as the last words die out in his throat.

One could almost trick themselves into believing that Javier's eyes watered in that moment. He doesn't waste time, relatching himself onto John. One hand placed against John's chest, the other envelops the hand on John's revolver. Javier looks nearly identical to how he did at the end of their nights together.

Javier whispers salaciously, "Estoy mucho mejor. One night. Then you can turn me in and run back off to your puta and that bastardo de niño."

John pulls Javier in this time, the stupid, persistent little bitch, and kisses him.

"You always sounded better with your mouth shut—unless you were singing," he mumbles onto Javier's bruised lips.

Javier chuckles.

"So, a yes?"

He slides John's resting hand off of his revolver and fondles his ass.

"Vamos, John. Necesitas cumplir con nuestra nueva obsesión."

John can't profess to be a man of great intelligence, barely understanding English and having no grasp of Spanish, but with the way Javier said it, John knows it can't be good.

Javier reluctantly pulls himself away from John, relishing in the familiarity of it all. Javier begins fixing himself to look at least somewhat presentable, pulling back on his gunbelt and grabbing a pair of binoculars. All the while John grumbles unintelligible words under his breath. He wipes his lips off with his sleeve, as if trying to wipe away the sins he has accumulated while in here.

"The whores here are dutiful," Javier comments while pulling his boots back, "but they don't satiate a man's needs the way they should. Only a good lover—lovers—can do that."

John rolls his eyes but doesn't respond.

Javier continues to pester him as he leads John out into the desert. John doesn't respond, but his body language does. Muscles taut and head straight ahead, looking out at the scenery. Their horses match each other's speed as they ride out towards El Matadero.

After an hour, maybe three, Javier slows his Hungarian Half-bred behind a large set of rocks, urging John to do the same. Javier's hands slip into the satchel on the side of his horse, taking out the binoculars. Javier sets his sights on a small campsite, nothing more than a tent and a diminutive fire. Oh. A person. You. Settling in for the night.

"What is this?" John's more accusatory than curious.

Javier is practically drooling while observing you. Disgusting, John thinks, as if he won't be doing the same soon.

"Our newest premio. A lovely minx who has evaded my grasp, as I have evaded yours, guapo."

"Oh, you sick bastard. I'm leaving. with you tied to my horse."

"Ah, no, no, no, no. You said one night. I get one night. Or does your word mean less than mine?"

John could strangle Javier right now. Or he could put a bullet in him. So many choices.

"You," John pauses for a moment to take a breath,"—fucker. Fine. But I'm not stooping as low as to aid you in your stalking of an innocent."

"You already are. And they are anything but innocent."

John was nowhere closer to being redeemed after that night. He became worse, worse than he was back in his Van der Linde days. Obsession. Not just with you but with Javier.

[yandereunsolved]

✒ Yandere Low Honor Jack Marston (RDR1) ᝰ.ᐟ

A chance meeting. Fate, what a crock of shit. He's never believed in such things. If he did, then it would mean that some higher being wanted, made, let, or whatever goddamn word you want to use—pain. That's the point. All this loss and death.

Was it really needed to get to you?

He'd never admit it, but the thought scares him. Not because he would change everything, keep his family alive, if to not meet you. It's the fact that he wouldn't change a damn thing if it meant he could lay his fresh eyes on you all over again.

It's a line from this old book someone gave him from a past only the dead remember. 'The world takes, but it gives just as much back.' Well, the world isn't taking anything else from him, least of all you. Not even the apocalypse could separate you two.

"If you ever need help, Marston, I'm here."

The only person who has meant those words. Kept them.

His usual seat at the bar is taken by some halfwit inbred fucker. He just wanted some damn peace after his shitty day. And now this prideful asshole is blocking him from his peace. Where does this motherfucker get the damn nerve?

"I believe you're in my seat, buddy."

Jack's white-knuckling the brunt of his pistol. Hat tipped low. Eyes staring bullet holes into the man's head.

And the old ass man has the gall to offer him a scanty glance, chortling obnoxiously, acting like a pig who has found a new favorite patch of mud.

"Hey, youngin'. Can't you see me and the bartender here are striking up a proposition?"

He props his chaffed elbow against the pristine bar, fishing out his sheriff badge and flashing it like it's some sacred religious object. Bullshit, buddy, pure and utter bullshit.

Gotta prove a point to these pathetic mongrels who think they own every inch of earth they prowl on.

Quicker than a blink of an eye, the sheriff's badge clatters to the ground, blood leaking from a wound in the law's hand—a bullet lodged in the bulbous, fleshy meat. He hears several guns being pulled on him.

What? He barely scratched the man. He'll have a working hand, most likely, unfortunately. It certainly is less gory than what his fingers itch to do. But he doesn't want any part of your saloon too bloody. If this pathetic excuse's blood stained your saloon, then he may have had to burn it down, just to make sure it didn't infect you.

There's a high-pitched ringing stuck in his ears. It blocks out the specifics of what your sweet voice tells him. So it takes a moment for him to register you coaxing not just him, but everyone else, to holster their guns. He reluctantly obliges. The lawman swears, running off like the yellow-bellied cocksucker he is, leaving Jack's cherished spot irreparably damaged, but once again open nonetheless.

He reclaims it and knocks on the bar, casually waving at you.

"One whiskey—" his words trail off for a moment as he takes in your bewildered expression.

"Damn, if you look at me like that any longer, I may just take you on this bar right now. Show all these milksop pansies what belongs to me." He wolfishly grins.

"Then again, I'm not a big fan of sharin', as you can tell."

The grin drops away as you don't thank him. In fact, you don't respond at all. You just plop a shot of whiskey down in front of him like he's some one-time stranger who isn't worth sparing a glance at.

You are about to go to the next customer. You're about to give someone else your attention, with more warmth towards them than him. So he does the most logical thing and grabs your upper arm, tightly squeezing it in his grasp, trying to mold the memory of your flesh into his hand. He leans over the bar closer to you, cockiness seeping onto his tongue.

"It ain't kind to ignore a man, Mx., especially one you owe."

"I don't owe you nothin'."

"Those er' dangerous words. Come on, just one kiss, sugar lips."

He pulls you sideways against the bar, giving zero damns about everything else. He forces you to stare at him. To look at what you're doing to him.

"My father owed a debt to yours that he could never repay, and John knew that, but he never abused it. He let my daddy go and run his business till they both got shot by the law. Now, let. me. go."

The intensity in your words nearly gives him a boner. Scratch that. Gives him a boner. He's never seen you this riled up.

But it's more than just that. Something about it makes the little Jack in him cry, wanting comfort that never existed.

So for the second time that night, he heals, like some obedient bitch. But he keeps up his cockiness, winking at you before plopping down back in his seat. He takes the whiskey and chugs it, tapping on the small glass for another.

You come back to him after a minute, staring at the empty glass instead of him.

"You aren't your father. Your father was a good man," the wistfulness in your voice almost beats how his father sounded when he died—was murdered in cold blood.

"You're right, sweetheart, I ain't my pa," smooth and low, vindictive, "but he certainly wasn't a good man. You still owe the Marstons a debt, and I'm the collector." The words are weighted with years of cancerous obsession, intensity still multiplying and soon spilling over.

[yanderes-galore]

idea popped in ma head, maybe a wolf hybrid jack marston with a domestic dog darling? Rdr1 eiplouge

Sure! Here's the wolf that's making your farming life hell.

Yandere! Wolf! Jack Marston with Domestic Dog! Darling

(Hybrid AU)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Animalistic behavior, Stalking, Violence, Blood, Murder, Courting, Kidnapping, SFW smell kink, Mentions of mates, Threats, Forced relationship.

You're a domestic dog hybrid built for farming.

Since you were a pup/child you were raised by a human family who owned a ranch.

It wasn't an uncommon sight for humans to take care of domestic hybrids.

Cat and dog hybrids were the most popular.

Usually said hybrids are treated more like human children than pets.

Yet their animal characteristics often made them more capable for some jobs.

For example, since you were a pup you've been taught to herd animals.

You take care of cows, sheep, pigs, chickens...

You're often on guard duty to protect the animals, too.

You often saw your humans as family since you were a stray at one point in time.

Now you often follow them everywhere, even helping them sell supplies made at the ranch for extra money.

As you're often on guard duty, your humans have taught you how to use firearms.

You're quite the shot and have always defended the ranch with your life.

Nowadays your folks have gotten old, often needing you to help out.

They've told you when they go... The ranch is yours to care for.

You've always promised you would protect this place... it's your home, after all.

You don't typically encounter hybrids often.

Occasionally when you go down to town you'll see a cat or dog...

Yet you've never seen any wild hybrid.

You've seen normal wolves and coyotes.

Yet you've never seen hybrid versions.

The scent is always different from them... Even when they're in a mostly animal form.

You can just smell... human in them.

When you met Jack, you saw him as a threat.

He's a wolf hybrid... yet even you can tell he's oddly domestic for a wolf.

Which is true.

Jack was originally more domestic than your typical wolf.

The most wild he's been was when he was a pup, still cared for by his two wolf parents.

Yet his father was soon hunted like the wild wolf he is... right after the law used him to hunt a bear, a coyote, and finally an infamous panther.

For a while Jack lived with his two wolf parents and a sloth he viewed as an uncle.

Yet at least a year ago, all of that came crashing down.

Now all he's called family are dead.

Leaving him to go back to his roots, to be wild like the wolf he is.

Jack has always been depressed since losing his pack.

The life he now walks is quite lonely.

That is until he came across your ranch.

Your interactions were often from afar.

You two smelled one another, recognizing the scent as another hybrid.

You were always on edge when you smelled the wolf.

Meanwhile, when Jack caught your sweet scent...

He couldn't help but be curious about you, the rancher dog he often watches as he stalks about your home.

I imagine the obsession is gradual, just two hybrids watching each other from a distance.

Maybe Jack originally intended on stealing a chicken or sheep for food...

Only to find he's becoming enamored with the hybrid that lives at the farm.

Jack might test how close he can get, carefully stepping closer to see when you'll bark at him.

He may even get as close as the fence to try and start a conversation between you two.

He'll lean on the wood, tail swaying as he tries to make you speak with him.

For a long time you ignore him or give him threats.

Yet since he comes around so often, you eventually give him brief answers to entertain him.

Admittedly, as long as he stays where he is, his company is nice.

Your chats are often behind a fence, Jack promising to stay where he is just to speak with you.

You told one another your names... and Jack can't stop saying your name to himself when he's alone.

Occasionally, after feeling bad for the lone wolf, you may even sneak meals out to him.

Unfortunately, it's like feeding a wild animal... he only comes back for more.

Once you've entertained him the first time, the wolf stays.

He talks about how he used to help run a ranch... How you and him could probably do some farming yourself someday...

Without humans.

Jack finds you being domesticated amusing.

You're such an adorable puppy compared to him, a wild wolf.

Most of the time you two speak in your partial human forms.

But imagine you both in full animal forms?

You're laying on the grass in your dog form, resting...

Only for a familiar howl to occur, and a brown wolf stares at you with eager eyes.

This pairing actually makes a lot of sense, too.

Since wolves and dogs are compatible for breeding... if you know what I mean.

Jack may actually bring this up, usually leading to you ignoring it.

You aren't interested in a wolf hybrid like THAT.

But Jack is.

He finds the idea of making a domestic dog hybrid his mate pleasing.

He's been lonely for a long time on the run...

He needs a pack of his own.

Won't you help him find a new family?

You often refuse, which often makes Jack more eager.

He often prowls around your home, watches through windows...

He's always hated the fact you let humans take care of you instead of other hybrids.

You should've known Jack would be trouble.

Like a loyal dog, you left home to get supplies for your folks at home.

Which can end in two ways, depending on the honor of Jack.

If he's low honor, fitting of a wolf, you'd come home to a bloodbath.

Some of your animals are mauled, claw marks in their skin with bite marks bleeding.

You quickly enter your home, overwhelmed with the smell of blood.

Only to see your humans dead, their blood leaking into the wood.

You stare, nose assaulted with the smell of crimson as your ears and tail are down.

Then you pick up the smell of a wolf... yet not quite a wolf...

"Sorry, darling... All of this was getting in our way. Now with all this gone... I can court you properly yeah?"

Jack's behind you, blood on his claws, mouth, and clothes...

He looks happy with what he's done.

His tail is even wagging... while you stare at him in fear.

Even if you ran out as your dog form, how long can you go before the wolf catches you?

When Jack asks you to come with him... to run before you're framed...

You reluctantly listen.

High honor Jack instead leaves your family and farm alone.

He simply cuts you off between town and your home, sabotaging you on your horse if you're on one...

Or tackling your dog form as his wolf one.

This time he's not harming your family... yet he threatens you to come with him.

Either option ends in Jack kidnapping you.

One just so happens to end in more bloodshed.

Jack doesn't really have a den or anything.

He essentially makes you an outlaw like him, making camps in the wilderness and keeping you beside him.

While you don't see him as one... Jack always calls you his mate.

When you two camp, he only makes one tent.

Sometimes you two sleep beside one another as your more human forms, Jack's tag constantly wagging as he nuzzles and scents you.

Or if you're both in animal form, his larger wolf body curls around you, licking your fur softly as he looks after you.

Jack teaches you how to be a wild hybrid.

Poor you is so confused... but Jack's patient and often hunts for you.

In fact, he likes you reliant.

You should rely on your mate....

Jack originally feels guilt for forcing you beside him... yet he still feels like this was the right decision.

Now Jack doesn't feel alone... Just you two may not be a pack, but you're close.

He loves your scent and soft fur... he loves you.

He'll make sure you two are never alone when you have each other...

Meanwhile, as a domestic hybrid, you just miss your old home....

[yanderes-galore]

Jack marston (adult obviously + low honor) prompts 15, 21 by inuzkua

8/13

Shitty wifi will NOT stop me!!

-🧨

Oh God... Here's yet another Marston who can't take a hint. This takes place after the Epilogue in RDR1.

Prompts Here

Yandere! Low Honor! Jack Marston Prompts 15, 21

"You’ll come around sooner than you’ll think."

"I kinda like when you play hard to get."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Harassment, Jack is icky in this, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Kidnapping, Restraints, Swearing, Forced kissing, Forced "relationship".

It became a routine for Jack... watching you.

The man had once met you at the saloon you work at. He was getting a drink to revitalize himself after a long horse ride... only to find you. You caught his eye with your looks and innocent personality, tending to patrons with little care in the world.

Jack can't help but feel drawn to such innocence.

Look at you, some townie who hasn't seen what the world has to offer. You look as if you've never seen corruption. As if you've never seen an outlaw up close...

It's like he has to corrupt you at this point.

He's been making it a fantasy... a goal... to tear such innocence from you... to make you his.

But you've been difficult.

You've been denying Jack ever since he met you at that saloon. He's a regular at this point, a common face for you. You look at him like he's scum.

Each time Jack enters the saloon, he's searching for you. Be it at the bar itself or the saloon tables, he's hunting. Then... when he sees you... he corners you like weak prey.

Every word out of his mouth comes out as some odd flirtation. Anything from crude pick up lines, depraved comments, teasing touches.... Jack is a man who doesn't leave anything to the imagination on this path...

It frustrates him when you bat his hand away or curse him out of the saloon. It irritates him even more when he's tossed out of the saloon by folks on your side. You are a difficult catch...

Which just means you'll taste all the sweeter once he has you.

"I kinda like when you play hard to get." Jack purrs out one evening, leaning against the saloon wall as he watches you clean. You ignore him, which causes him to chuckle darkly. Oh you hated him... He knew it...

He loved it.

"Fuck off, Marston...." You spit, causing Jack to whistle in response.

"Ohhh, naughty mouth, dear..." Jack chuckles, eyes staring you down with a predatory grin. "I like that too... want me to clean it for you...?"

You grimace, continuing to do your job. It was typical of patrons to harass you as you work. That's the downside of working in a saloon.

However, Jack came here just to do that. He would spend hours in the saloon just to watch you. Sometimes, when he's merciful, he's just watching.

Other times... like now... He follows you around the saloon to try and court you. You're never receptive, especially with what words come out of his mouth. The worst part...?

Jack's sober during all of it... acting like some hormone charged disrespectful teenager the moment he sees you.

You were getting tired of him messing with you. You were even more tired of having to throw him out for getting into bar fights over you. Jack... wore you out.

But that was all when it came to him. He would just be a nuisance to you at work and that's all. The moment he's kicked out and you get back on your horse, things are fine.

Which is exactly how tonight was going to go it seems.

"Oi!" You call, making Jack grit his teeth. "He's back again!"

"Come on, doll...! I haven't even touched you this time!" Jack pouts, only to receive a glare in return.

"It doesn't matter... get out of my sight!" You spit, irritated by his past behavior. Jack looks irritated but raises his hands in defeat with a sigh.

"Sure, fine... whatever you say, sugar...." Jack surrenders, making you confused for a moment. "Want me gone? I'll go, sweetheart...."

His tone feels... suspicious to you. Jack leaving of his own accord? That doesn't sound like the Marston you know.

"I'll leave you alone tonight..." Jack murmurs, going to walk by you. "But I hope you know how much I want you, darlin'...."

Jack then kisses your cheek, the feeling wet and uncomfortable. A teasing lick is given to your skin before Jack pulls away and heads out of the bar. You stare blankly when he leaves... before quickly rubbing your cheek with your sleeve.

That's all you expected that night.

As suspicious as it was for Jack, you're just happy he's gone. Afterwards you were able to continue your work. Cleaning tables, serving drinks, making money...

Then you left to go home on your horse.

The air is crisp outside as night begins to settle on the town. The chirping of crickets and howling of wolves greet your ears as you make your way to your horse. You're exhausted and...

Your horse is gone.

Your heart drops to your stomach when you realize your ride could be stolen. You look around the area, concerned for where the animal went. Panic sets in as you aren't sure what to do... then you hear footsteps...

"You won't need a horse where you're going, sweetheart...."

You're roughly slammed into the back of the saloon's wall. You yelp, wanting to scream before feeling lips on your own. Facial hair tickles your skin as a wet warmth coats your lips.

You roughly push back, allowing you to part from the disgusting kiss. The man allows you to pull away with a grin, yet pins your hands above your head. Upon closer inspection... you see it's Jack...

No wonder he left so easily...

He was waiting for you.

"I was wondering how you'd taste..." Jack murmurs in a husky tone, licking his lips. "I hope I'll get more tastes like that when you're mine, darlin'...."

"No! Get off me!" You bark, only for Jack to chuckle.

"Aw... all bark no bite, puppy?" Jack teases, pulling something off his belt. "Come on... Don't be like that. You deserve a real man, know that?"

You struggle against his hold, yet it only accomplishes you two falling to the ground. This new position only aids Jack, who manages to pull his lasso off his belt to tie you. He starts with your wrists... then your ankles...

Then he picks you up like you weigh nothing.

"Pissy, are we? I thought you always wanted someone to sweep you off your feet like some romance story, dear?" Jack hums, seeing you struggle in his arms.

"Please! Let me go!" You plead, making Jack click his tongue and shake his head.

"Sorry, sugar, you made me wait long enough... You're mine now." Jack chuckles, whistling for his horse.

Jack notices you shake in his arms as he begins to stow you on the horse. He sighs with a chuckle, patting your back before mounting his horse. You are so cute when you cry...

"Now don't get all upset on me..." Jack soothes in his own twisted way. It's obvious he doesn't mean it as he rides off with you on his horse.

"You’ll come around sooner than you’ll think." Jack laughs, looking back at your bound and scared form

"Then you'll realize you like being mine... won't you, darlin'?"

[yanderes-galore]

yandere zombie John hcs?

Here's icky zombie man, hope you love him because he loves you.

Yandere! Zombie! John Marston Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Violence, Slight gore/blood, Possessive/Protective behavior, Murder, Forced companionship/relationship.

Honestly, this could go one of two ways.

You knew John back in RDR2 and met him again during this outbreak, unfortunately he's infected.

That, or, you have never met this man in your life and now you have a zombie following you around.

What's even worse is the fact John isn't entirely mute as a zombie.

Most of the others have the benefit of being mute when they turn.

John? Nah, with him you get what sounds like the equivalent to the screams of the damned.

At least... That's according to his 'Undead Cowboy' outfit.

John failed to survive this outbreak and now he's left to shamble through the west with seemingly no direction.

It could be interesting that he found you and recognized you as an old member of the gang...

That or he just found a human he could get attached to, following them around like some lost puppy.

It doesn't matter how you meet him, you nearly have a heart attack regardless.

I like to think you're helping out a settlement or looting some abandoned coach... Only to turn and see John staring you down with glazed over eyes... pardon, eye.

John's lost an eye, his lips have rotted away, and he has a horrid green complexion to his skin.

His clothes are tattered and bloody... yet he seems oddly docile.

Knowing you can't afford to waste bullets or fire on a zombie such as him, you keep your eye on him and ignore him.

Hopefully he just wanders off... even he just seems to stare at you.

I like to think John is partially blind, too.

His sight is rotting away so he can't entirely see you.

But he does know you're there.

You only ever run when he makes an attempt to come closer, making a raspy yet loud noise as if trying to call to you.

It's then, regardless of if he's an old friend or not, you ditch.

You leave so fast when John tries to shamble after you.

Unfortunately, this is not the first time you see John.

You see John plenty after this, actually.

While his face is mostly rotted, it appears John can still smell you to a degree.

It's small but... he can sense you.

The good news for you is he's rather blind and can't smell all that much.

If you really wanted to... you could probably keep him around as a pet in a way?

You will eventually learn he's docile only towards you and probably use it to your advantage.

Originally you think he's just docile because he's weakened.

Although... It appears your new zombie companion has other motives.

John seems to listen when you talk to him.

Although when he starts trying to talk to you... You quickly shush him.

He's so loud and it's hard to understand him.

You're thankful you have gloves... whenever John tries to talk to you just, hold his jaw closed.

Which then leads to John making upset grumbles.

John isn't as affectionate as zombies like Sean.

He mostly respects your space and just likes to stumble around you.

Before you took him as a companion, John would stand at a distance from wherever you're staying.

He's outside abandoned cabin windows, just beyond your tent...

The weirdest thing is you've noticed he can use firearms... somewhat.

While John can indeed pounce and bite like other undead creatures...

One time you were in danger, disarmed in an attack.

Then John shot one of your handguns at a zombie, before gesturing for you to light it on fire.

It... surprises you that he's retained basic survival skills.

He isn't entirely a feral beast.

This event may actually be the one that makes you keep him.

Much to his pleasure.

John is actually aware of being dead.

This is no doubt one of the reasons he isn't affectionate towards his obsession.

He is completely aware that you'd find that weird.

Especially since he keeps gooping everywhere....

John retains quite a bit of humanity as a zombie.

He doesn't particularly like indulging in human meat.

When you offer him the corpses of bandits, part of him yearns for it...

Although he ends up just stealing animal meat or something.

He... doesn't want to scare you.

In a strange way John cares for you and despises the idea of harming you.

He's less of a guard dog and more of a bodyguard since he lacks a feral demeanor.

Eventually you can make out basic responses in his rotting voice.

Things like 'Hi', 'Thanks', 'Yes', 'No'...

All very basic communication but it's something.

One time you could even make out a 'Sorry...' when he spooked you.

Many find it strange and odd you managed to tame a zombie.

John makes no effort to attack you, following you the best he can.

It's not like you need a lead or anything.

The one issue is horses...

You have to find a wagon or something to put on your horse in order to have John stick with you.

John's only ever hostile towards threats.

Other zombies, violent humans...

Survivors just trying to survive are spared by John.

You often look away when John attacks people....

He doesn't like eating people... but manages it because sometimes he has to.

You try desperately to ignore the sickening tearing and squelching noises made... along with the screaming....

John's mostly protective, yet he can be possessive too.

He hovers around you, 'watches' your every move...

He never wants to leave you.

You could easily get rid of him, yes.

But he's also your best weapon in this environment.

Having a clingy zombie is a small price to pay for safety, right?

For the most part, John is just overly protective.

He's possessive if people get too close.

Although... let's be honest... who's getting close to the person with the zombie following you around?

John's just about your only companion...

He'll be yours until you die... Even then, he'll still have you for as long as your body's still functioning after death.

[yanderes-galore]

yandere Dutch concept?

I'll do some horror with RDR1 Dutch, but if/when I do a RDR2 Dutch concept. I'll try to make it connect into this one

Yandere! RDR1! Dutch Van Der Linde Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Violence, Sadism, Kidnapping, Possessive behavior, Paranoia/Trust issues, Cannibalism, Blood, Biting, Murder, Delusional behavior, Manipulation, Forced relationship.

While RDR2 Dutch is gradual with his obsession...

RDR1 Dutch wastes no time.

Dutch by this point is ALL unhinged.

He's lost everything yet still fights like a feral animal.

Truthfully he was never the same when Hosea and Arthur died... really everything went to hell when the Saint Denis bank robbery went wrong.

Now there's always a chance you were in his gang and simply left like many others.

But imagine how scary it would be if you just... didn't know him?

Imagine if you merely heard of him as an infamous gang leader and met him under unfortunate circumstances?

Maybe you were in a saloon one day at the wrong time... Only to be abducted by the infamous Dutch Van Der Linde in his unhinged state.

That's one way to look at this.

Another is when you knew him as a fellow gang member.

You both had an interest in each other at one point in time.

Although as things got worse with the gang and Dutch began to slowly lose it... You left.

Maybe he was always possessive, but when he started getting reckless, you knew you needed an out.

You haven't seen the man in years except for Wanted Posters.

You moved to New Austin for a new life...

Only to meet Dutch one day... Again, at either a saloon or maybe even a robbery in the area.

Dutch remembers you... Of course he does.

This time he isn't going to let you go, either.

If I had to see who is worse, RDR2 or RDR1 Dutch?

It's RDR1, no doubt about it, as he's lost it by this point.

Dutch doesn't give a damn about those around him.

He used to garner loyalty, be a charming con man.

Now he's just a murderer.

Dutch would stalk you like an animal, tracking you with his new gang.

Then, when you're vulnerable, he'll pounce.

An animal is the best way to explain him, he's feral with no humanity.

Not anymore at least.

Even if you knew him before, you can tell he's a changed man.

It's no longer really manipulation he uses as his main weapon.

It's all violence.

Dutch would kill to have his obsession in his grasp.

He'd even do it in front of them.

Doesn't matter if they were innocent or a threat.

Dutch has killed many at this point...

As long as he gets what he wants, he'll do whatever it takes.

Dutch would follow you anywhere.

He'd slaughter countless until he's covered in blood and gunpowder just to have you.

Sometimes he'll chuckle at your fear... Other times he's eerily cold with his gaze.

Dutch may not even bother with a lasso.

He could, sure, but you'd listen if he pulled a gun on you, right?

If not... He'll shoot your foot to prevent you from running, watching the blood trickle and you scream.

Then he'll drag you to his current hideout, threatening to kill anyone if they touch you...

Even his boys in the gang if he has to.

Dutch is a husk of his former self, now just an instinctual beast desperately trying to cling to his obsession.

If you were a former gang member, he claims you were the only person who kept him sane.

There may be some truth to this... but it could also just be his delusions.

If you were merely some poor soul he fell for...

Well, he treats you more like a fascination.

A forced companion meant to please him.

Dutch is still manipulative.

But he's more willing to pull a gun without Hosea's voice of reason.

I mean... Does he even have reason anymore?

Dutch wouldn't trust anyone with you.

Honestly, before he lost it he had similar thoughts...

Yet he clings to you now like you're his last chance of anchoring himself.

You may be simply trying to chat to one of his boys to occupy yourself during your captivity...

Only for Dutch to drag the man away by the neck...

You never see them again, either.

Not unless they became Dutch's next meal.

Speaking of which, regardless of how canon it is or not, Dutch may be a cannibal in this state.

There's deer to hunt, yes, but sometimes he can't be caught hunting...

Luring poor souls in for him to feed off doesn't happen often...

Yet it does, much to your dismay.

Dutch may even want to nibble you.

Like it's some way to keep you to himself.

Dutch, in his delusional state, may just think drinking your blood or nibbling your flesh is a way to keep you with him.

He may even eat a finger if you kept trying to pressure him.

RDR1 Dutch has a higher chance to murder his obsession.

He's paranoid and scared you'll leave him.

That or you'll sell him out.

With your constant escape attempts... You may just push him over the edge...

Imagine Dutch snapping and either accidentally killing you... or doing it on purpose as some twisted way to keep you to himself.

Then, of course, he can't let anyone else have you... Not even your meat or bones....

Dutch would probably cry the whole time once he realizes what he's done...

But he'd probably eat you to keep you with him.

Oof... The sight...

One of his boys hears Dutch crying in his cabin.

They go to check on him...

Only to see that man chowing down on his lover like an animal.

Blood is streaming down his mouth like his tears, murmuring about how you two will be together forever now.

Now you can't leave him...

Now you're all his...

He'll even keep your bones until the day he dies.

Dutch is willing to do anything to survive... to get what he wants and keep his freedom.

He misses you at first, but... Then he realizes he shouldn't.

Now you'll never betray him...

You'll be forever his, right inside him, and he'll never love another like you....

[yandereunsolved]

I feel like with rdr2/rdr1 the behavior could change slightly if the yandere was the same gender/gender presentation of their darling due to the time period and all

nods.

Same thing with race and skin color (at least for the characters that are more—racist. cough cough Bill cough cough Micah) and really just any darling from marginalized group would be treated differently by them. (With some yan characters the difference in treatment is a positive step and with others it's a negative step).

However, we are talking about gender presentation so, yes. Having a same or similar presentation as them would bring up a lot of period typical queerphobia.

Yanderes that would be most affected: Abraham, Bill, Micah, John (RDR2), Jack (RDR2), Kieran, & Mary-Beth

Yanderes midly affected: Abigail, Tilly, Javier, Dutch, Lenny, Molly, Sadie, Arthur, & Eagle Flies

Yanderes little/not affected: Landon, John (RDR1), Hosea, Charles, Trelawny, Karen, Sean, & Colm

I have a lot of thoughts but I'm too tired to ramble about them all.

I'm sure y'all can see why they fall where they fall and if you want clarification then just send in an ask. :3

[yanderes-galore]

deviating from the main guys we know

A yandere Abraham Reyes concept?

Finally been playing some RDR1. Got to the point where you send Javier off by the time of writing this so I know some info on Abraham finally. Sorry this one leans into more mature territory... it just seemed to fit his character. Iykyk....

Yandere! Abraham Reyes Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling/AFAB, Obsession, Manipulation, Cheating, Stalking, Murder, Blood, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Delusional behavior, Coercion, Kidnapping, Pregnancy (AFAB Section), SFW Breeding kink (AFAB Section), Forced relationship.

Abraham is certainly a... different type of yandere.

In the game we've seen this man isn't monogamous.

He will bed any woman loyal to his cause.

He isn't loyal to one partner (He might even have a thing for 'breeding'....)

Safe to say his obsession is going to go through heartbreak before Abraham goes after them.

I imagine Abraham tries to seduce you like he's done many others.

He sings songs, reads poems, and is overly touchy.

Obviously he isn't the best man for anyone.

He's a romantic, but uses such charm to sleep with just about anyone.

At first you're just another person he can seduce.

You support him in one way or another, which ends up with you two being intimate eventually.

He's a man of lies who always seems to know the right thing to say.

He claims he'll give you anything if it means you'll do him little favors.

He uses you, not seeming to care what happens after.

You could fall for him... tell him you love him...

But then you see him sleeping with someone else on reckless abandon.

Safe to say, his obsession would start when he's lost you.

At first he doesn't care, your loss, right?

He was never going for anything serious...

No marriage, no dating, it was all for pleasure when it comes to him.

He's a cheater, or at the very least an unfaithful man.

He's classist even when he pretends not to be.

I personally feel the trope where the cheater realizes what they lost fits him.

You were probably his favorite to hook up with....

You two would chat tactics or just casual conversation, even when the deed was done.

The feeling of you is addicting...

He doesn't realize that until after you're gone.

He can barely remember the names of his partners.

He remembers yours, though.

Honestly, you manage to plague him.

He normally doesn't care if past partners see him with someone else...

But you...?

Wow... He was more infatuated than he thought.

Imagine if Abraham sent men to keep track of your whereabouts?

You manage to stick around in his thoughts and no one can tend to him like you could.

Him? Falling in love? A strange thought....

Pleasure should be all he needs.

Imagine him having someone track you then he tries to lure you back in?

He writes you poems and songs, he buys you gifts, he tries his best to win you back.

But you know better.

You'd never go back to him willingly.

That's the key part... willingly.

Turns out Abraham is more relentless than you thought.

He hasn't had anyone make him this attached in a long time... If at all.

He definitely stalks you and keeps trying to flirt.

He tries to seduce you back to his cause, promising anything you want.

He says he loves you, but you no longer trust his words.

He tries to manipulate you...

Yet that barely works, especially when he learns you have a new partner.

The thought upsets him.

More than that, actually.

Abraham would quietly stalk you himself or have others do it.

He hears of dates, romantic evenings... You seem very fond of this person.

He should be that person.

Would Abraham shoot your partner?

Probably.

He'd either duel them or kill them, saying they're a traitor to his cause.

He would grimace as their blood hits his clothes, not minding your horrified expression.

Why do you look so concerned?

Gunfights happen all the time when there's war.

Your partner was inferior, they weren't good enough for you.

He isn't either... but he promises change!

Since you seem to have charmed him...

He'll do anything to have you back.

If it means sweeping you off your feet, sure!

He'll do that... (It's just kidnapping....)

He'd keep you locked to his side, smothering you in kisses and affection.

He calls you pet names, often trying to make you reciprocate.

He often apologizes to you for what he's done.

He loves you, truly does, he promises!

He could never let you go... He'll just kill to have you again.

Will he still sleep with others? Probably.

However... He is often with you, vowing no one else will have you like he does.

He's a hypocrite, always was.

He doesn't care if you fight him... or if he has to cuff you to him to keep you his...

You're different from all the others... more precious...

He had you first... Now no one else will.

AFAB Section

Based on his dialog, I can see Abraham having a thing for... breeding.

He sleeps with many, always mentioning how he's putting noble blood in the 'peasant' population in Mexico.

I can definitely see him knocking up his obsession to keep you to himself.

He promises to make you his through marriage if it means he gets to see you pregnant.

He has a thing for it, definitely does.

It reassures him you're his and by his side... you'll have no choice but to have his baby.

He coos over you, saying your baby will be of noble blood.

He loves the thought of you being dependent on him... of always needing him.

Even if he sleeps around, you'll need him.

He seems to like the power and the idea that you're tied to him.

Of course, like I said, he isn't a good man.

He's still selfish and will no doubt be a selfish leader pretending to be a selfless man.

He's overprotective when you're pregnant or caring for his child.

Plus, if you've already had one child...

What's stopping him from giving you another?

To him, things are better when he has you full of his child and by his side... forever his, no one else's.

[frostbitemutt]

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This is a sideblog. I will not name my main blog. I want them completely separate. 17.

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[yandereunsolved]

do you think low honor john/jack would try to be more subtle with their perverted comments with a same gender presentation darling due to the time period? Or do at that point they just not give a shit. As seen with with the women in rdr1 they'll just say that shit broad daylight in public

I am loving these requests. 🙏

Y'all thinking up some good stuff.

Low Honor John is more subtle.

Low Honor Jack is just as perverted.

Now let me explain.

puts on my comically oversized trenchcoat and points at a whiteboard.

Men could get away with a lot more homoerotic behavior as long as they could defend to. (To an extent of course. But I feel like you get the point.)

Now Low Honor John doesn't want to mess with those societal lines. He's seen the things that happen to people who get called queers. And he's ready to kill anybody who tries anything. But he's also smart enough to know that scaring off his darling by killing a bunch of people isn't exactly a smart thing.

He's also likes being subtle. He likes riling his man/masc darling up. He likes being able to play coy and manipulate them. He's also a needy motherfucker.

(I'm a John Marston is needy truther. 🙏 He is starving for attention and love. He just doesn't show it because he was constantly shamed for it growing up in the environment that he did.)

So Low Honor John will shamelessly touch/grope his darling and then claim it's his darling's fault.

"You were lookin' at me like you wanted to start a fight. Had to make sure ya weren't packin' a secret weapon, sweets."

"Ohhhh, sorrryyyyyyy. You looked like a harlot with a warm hole I could stick myself into."

"Ah, ah, ah. Stay still. You'd hate it if I blew a fucking bullet in that pretty little head of yours."

(So much for not scaring off his darling.)

Also likes calling his darling more feminine pet names to degrade them and masc/andro pet names to praise them. (He's misogynistic to a certain extent. It's the early 1900s. Go figure.)

Now for his son. Jack Marston.

No matter how people have acted he has seen them get killed. So acting 'gay' shouldn't be weird to him. But once again, those societal norms make him homophobic. He's more internally homophobic in the way where he will be disgusted if he sees anything gay happening. He'll probably make a snide comment about seeing something gay happen - and he's get really defensive if someone calls him gay. But he isn't going to harm other gay/queer people. He thinks it's gross. He doesn't think he should hurt them because he thinks it's gross.

NOT that that makes his homophobia okay.

But you have to have this context in order to understand his homoerotic yandere feelings.

He's shamless but in a 'what? scoffs. I'm not fucking gay.' He feels that being perceived as anything but a cis straight man is a threat to him. So if you are a man/masc darling, don't point out he's being homoerotic. Otherwise you may end up getting punched and then kissed.

"I'm not fucking gay. As in homosexual." kisses you. "This doesn't make me gay. This is me making sure you know who you belong to."

I dunno. Kinda gay bro, but carry on ig.

So in general he is more openly perverted.

"Shouldn't call yourself a man. You should call yourself mine."

"I bet all the whores in this town are jealous of you. — How much can I getcha for?"

"I'm rock hard just looking at you."

And most people would think of it as Jack just harassing someone for the hell of it. Which doesn't help you. Because the societal norms are telling you that it's your fault he's doing this - you can't fight off another man? you a pansy?

Infact society says to you that you want this to happen.