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Can you do a yandere marco where he finds out the female he kidnapped nests for comfort and his male bird instincts kick in of gathering things for her nest and bringing her food and gifts to convince her that he’s the perfect mate for her please
I don't write female reader. I hope you still enjoy this though!
Marco x GN Reader SFW YANDERE THEMES
You missed your island, your home, your life.
You’d heard the Whitebeard Pirates were kind people, they protected places, your home included.
But you had no idea you’d have caught the eye of the commander of the first division, nor did you think you’d have ended up in this room, far away from everything and everyone you’d known and loved.
He’d said something about what if we stopped protecting your island? And you’d taken it very much the threat it had been intended and had gone with Marco without a second thought.
You hated your situation but you had a feeling you’d have been snatched by the zoan regardless of your answer and at least this way you wouldn’t feel the guilt of being the reason your home and friends would have been doomed.
The boat swayed in the storm brewing out on the sea, only a little, enough to lull you into feeling sleepy. The first time you’d truly let exhaustion overcome you and sleep fill you.
You grabbed up all the blankets you could find, making a comfy nest on the bed, just wanting to bundle up and be warm, seeking desperately the comfort the softness around could provide.
Grasping at anything to help you feel less terrified.
You were fluffing up pillows when the door opened and you glanced over your shoulder fearfully, seeing the tall blond and that growing lazy smile into a lop-sided smirk as his piercing blue eyes focused on what you were doing. He clicked his tongue and tilted his head to one side.
“Making a nest little bird?” He asked and stepped closer, shutting and locking the door behind him before he looked at the set up.
“Not a nest,” You mumbled and gripped the sheet, feeling instantly uneasy in the presence of the zoan. Who tutted before letting out a light-hearted chuckle, like he hadn’t forced you here against your will.
His birdbrain was running a mile a minute, this was his mate and he needed to provide for them.
He started to move around the room, going for a large chest in the corner and pulling out even more blankets, getting on the bed with you he started to arrange them.
You watched with wide eyes as he trilled under his breath, happy to be helping make a nest for him and his mate. You flinched when he turned to look at you again, eyes half-lided as he encroached on your personal space, pinning you against the headboard.
“This will be perfect yoi.” He hummed and leaned down, whispering into your ear about what a pretty little mate you were for him. You felt his hot breath on your ear and you felt a tremble overtake your body, feeling his hand under your chin.
Marco pulled away, tilting your chin up and looking down his nose at your terrified expression, the grin spreading across his face, a feral look on his face. “Mine.”
#sfw#gender nuetral reader#gn reader#yandere#yandere warning#yandere marco#yandere marco the phoenix#one piece x reader#one piece x you#one piece x yn#one piece x yourname#one piece imagines#marco the pheonix x reader#marco the phoenix#fushichou marco x reader#fushichou marco#marco x you#marco x yn#marco x yourname#marco op x reader#marco op x you
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~ And I will always find my way back to you. ~
- Warning: this is horror. -
My dad is a kind man.
"Forgive me, my boy. I can only do so much to make it up to you..." He says; exhaustion evident on his solemn face.
"It's alright, dad," I reply while fiddling with the locket fixed around my neck. It's an enchanted device I use to talk to my father, and it's my only connection left with him as he's been away for a long time, "I know how busy you are. Honestly, mom's still upset about you. She tries to be strong around everyone, but sometimes I hear her crying your name in her sleep..."
"She does... She does..." Dad comments. His voice is heavy, clearly missing us-- missing her dearly. I know exactly how much he loves her.
"Please," he continues, "do not tell her about our conversation. I do not wish for her to suffer more than she already has. And... I will try to wrap up my business here as soon as I can. I promise I will return to you. I promise we will live together again. As a family."
I smile a hopeful one. What I wouldn't give to have that. I'd be lying if I said I didn't dream of it everyday: of waking up to a dad reading the morning newspaper, of a mom asking me if I want coffee or orange juice. Of my dad teasing my mom about how cute she looks today too, and my mom bumping him playfully as she sits beside him. Of two parents in love, and a child laughing along with them. Just like a regular family.
"So, wait for a while longer, my son."
I nod, and he nods back satisfied.
"But for now, is there anything you'd like me to get you, as your father?"
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My package from dad arrives. I can't keep my composure as I receive it from the deliveryman. This catches my mom's attention and she walks over to me with a grin on her face.
"What's this? Did you buy stone figurines again behind my back?"
"No, it's..."
"... Honey, what is that? A new phone..? How would you even have the money to get this..?"
I glance at her with a huge smile on my face. Is she thinking I stole money for it? Ha ha, she'd be even more shocked to know where it came from.
"I didn't do anything illegal for it! It's from dad!"
"Dad--"
Suddenly, her knees buckle and she sinks to the floor. She clutches her mouth and I hear a choked sob. "Dad..? That dad? That man?"
Uh-oh. Did I screw up? Shouldn't I have said that? I know she misses him, but I didn't think it was this bad.
"Why..! Why..!"
Why?
"Why did you tell him our address?!"
Why--
I kneel beside her to help her up. But she pushes me away and claws at the floor; sobs growing louder, louder, until she begins shouting and pulling at her hair and digging at her skin and--
Knock. Knock.
And then silence.
Knock, knock, knock.
"... Malleus--"
My mom's horrified voice.
"Beloved... I've finally found you."
And the familiar voice of my kind dad.
#i wanted to write a bit of horror lol#yandere warning#twisted wonderland#ventique rambles#malleus draconia
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Playing Dangerous
Pairings: Hwang In Ho x Wife!reader
Summary: Mr. Hwang does not like it when his wife ignores him. He decides to show what happens when you upset him.
Warnings: Smut (18+) mdni, Yandere behavior, In ho is obsessive and controlling, dub con, public sex, breast play, mentions of captivity and stalking, a bunch of rich assholes.
Take the driver with you.
Did you reach yet?
I'm waiting for your answer.
Swirling the glistening champagne in your claw you leaned into the conversation, feigning interest into whatever story was being told. Mr. Richie, the President of a luxury brand of perfumes was bragging about his most recent visit to Luxembourg; how he surprised his wife by renting one of the castles for the week and how much money he burned through to make her happy.
He stood surrounded by some of the most powerful and elite people in the country as he drawled on and on about his stay. Bit overkill with how much money he spent for your taste but you were used to it by now.
From rare antiques to color vomits on canvases, these were awfully boring people who always talked about the same few conceited experiences. But you indulged in their conversations. You had to appease to them after all.
You had to play the perfect wife.
Nodding your head you smiled, as if you hadn’t zoned his story out completely. It was easier attending events alone. No one paid much attention to you without the loaded man beside you. You prayed that no one asked about why your husband was missing because frankly you didn’t have an answer.
As if sensing your thoughts Mrs. Richie asked, “Will Mr. Hwang not be joining us tonight?” interrupting her husband’s museum story.
“Oh yeah, I’m afraid he won’t be able to make it. He has so busy these days with meetings and that big launch coming up.” You replied.
They raised their heads oh in understanding. In truth, there was no launch. You just lied so they wouldn’t pry too much.
Mrs. Richie clutched her pearls, “That makes me so upset! He has such a strong aura around him, always brightens up the room with his presence.” She talked as if his absence was her personal loss. As if another moment without him would cause her to wither in physical pain.
In hindsight it should have really bothered you. Hearing another woman yearn for your husband should have had you pulling her hair and throwing her to the ground. But your relationship with Mr. Hwang wasn’t like that. It was all only for show; a signed inconvenient obligation. You two didn’t even looked at each other unless there was someone watching.
“Yes, it is quite upsetting.” You said with the most heartbroken smile you could muster. ”But sometimes you have to sacrifice time-”
As you spoke a shiver ran down your spine. Your heart started beating faster as a knot formed in your stomach. It was as if your body was warning you.
You could feel his presence even before you could see him.
Every single person in the room had turned their heads towards the entrance. His black polished shoes clicked as silence fell around.
Mr. Hwang was the kind of man who commanded unwavering attention. It was impossible to ignore him. Not when he walked with a sense of ownership. As if every living and breathing thing belonged to him.
He was the kind of man who could will mountains to move on their own; the kind of man who could make a ballroom like this feel like a cramped elevator. Dressed in his signature black look he walked in with a sense of control. Every stride oozed power.
Alarm bells started ringing in your head as he walked towards you.
“Oh look he is here!” Mrs. Richie exclaimed. She looked seconds away from rolling her tongue out for him to walk on.
Color threatened to drain from your face as he slipped his long cold fingers around your waist and placed himself beside you. His touches always made you nervous, no matter the months you’ve spent with him. The haunting scent of his strong cologne filled your senses as his towering body pressed into your side like this was the most natural thing in the world.
You dragged out a surprised smile as he bent down to place a lingering kiss your cheek.
“You’re here.” You said finally, a ghost of a whisper.
He tilted his head to look into your eyes and smiled back at you. “When your wife doesn’t respond to your texts, you just have to come find her, am I right folks?” He turned to the group as they all threw their heads back in roaring laughter. It was kind of pathetic how much they seemed to want his approval.
Your eyes widened as you realized your mistake. You acted to feel around for your phone and said, “Really? I don’t remember checking my phone. I must have missed them.”
He just continued to stare down at you with a frown, “You know how worried I get. Should have just gotten you the phone with an inbuilt tracker” he said with a chuckle and people laughed again. But you both knew he wasn’t kidding. Anything this man couldn’t control drove him crazy.
You playfully patted his cheek and laughed. “He is so silly sometimes.”
He simply pulled you closer and squeezed you in his embrace, “I just want my wife to be protected that is all”. People took that as a hint to slowly start dispersing. When the last person left you tried to move away from him but he held still. “Don’t. They’re still watching.”
“Why are you here?” You asked with an accusatory tone.
He didn’t bother answering that. Instead he asked, “Why did you ignore my messages?”
So that’s why he came. The minute you refused to play along like his little doll he had to show up.
Fidgeting with the strap of your watch you replied, “I was preoccupied.”
“Were you avoiding me Mrs. Hwang?” His voice dangerously calm as he drawled on the possibility. He knew how much you hated it when he called you that. It felt derogatory. It was a reminder that you were just another one of his little slaves who had given into his power.
When you stayed silent, he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Next time, I will hunt you down and drag you out by your hair if I have to.”
“Just be very careful with your actions love.” he kissed your shoulder and left towards to bar.
To everybody else he was the perfect husband; the one who showered you with jewels and admiration. Who blindly bought you everything you touched. Your brain itched every time they would congratulate you and tell you how much you lucked out.
How you wished it was true.
The tap water trickled as you stood counting the droplets one by one. You had excused yourself to the restroom, thinking a few silent moments would help you find the energy to go back and attend the event with your husband. But the more time you spent here, the more this little bathroom started to feel like your refuge.
Just five more minutes and then we go, you thought for the 8th time.
The door slowly swung open.
“Occupied!” you called out. But the intruder continued in. You turned around to tell off whoever entered but stopped when you saw those black polished shoe.
Your heart started hammering as his shadow came into full view. He invited himself inside and locked the door in one quick click.
With each step he took forward, you took one back; moving back till you felt the cold ceramic sink hit your back. The look in his eyes was animalistic. You felt caught. Like one wrong move and you’d be engulfed in a huge trapping net.
“So you are ignoring me I see.” Mr. Hwang concluded.
“I just feel a little tired from all this.”
He scoffed, “Do you find pleasure in defying me?”
You looked around at everything but his face. You were afraid of what you might find if you looked at him right now. Placing his palms behind you, he gripped the sink, locking you in front of him. His breath fanned your face as he said, “I really hoped it wouldn’t come to this.”
“I am an honorable man. I have been as patient as I can be but you just make it so difficult” he rasped.
“Do you remember what you said before you signed our papers?”
His jaw clenched as he ordered, “Answer me.”
“I said I would do anything if you saved my brother.” Your body had started shaking.
His eyes sparkled as he grinned deviously; finally getting the answer he was desperately waiting for. “Anything? Are you sure? A lot can happen with anything.”
He dropped his head into your neck and traced a slow line with his tongue, painting your bare skin with his saliva till he reached the top of your neckline. You clenched your eyes shut, your hands closed in a tight fist as his mouth roamed your chest.
“The question is how far are you willing to be pushed my love?” He sucked on your sweet spots as you turned into an unstable block of mass in his arms. He knew you wouldn’t fight him.
He had pulled that one string to puppet you, that one weakness you would lose to every single time. He had you right where he wanted you. Digging his fingers into your hair, he pulled your mouth near his and started devouring you with his soft mouth.
“I hate this dress." He said between kisses. "I hate that everyone saw you looking this fuckable.” His hand glided up your thigh, slowly massaging the smooth skin up and down with his palm.
His teeth hooked around the strap of your dress and pulled them down. When the sleeves fell down, his mouth attacked your already sensitive nipples. He sloppily circled around them through the fabric of your bra. Your hand tugged his hair as he continued to suck. It became impossible to stop the moans escaping you.
“You have no idea how much I’ve been holding back. I have been nothing but a respectable man to you. But I’m beginning to think that perhaps you do not like it.” His words scared you. He seemed to have taken this as some sort of challenge. The look of terror between your eyes made him rock hard. He forced your legs open with his knee. You could feel his cotton trouser pressing into you through your underwear.
“Perhaps you don’t deserve my restraints anymore.”
Your head fell back as his knees started rocking. He almost came right there when he felt your juices starting to drench his pants.
“You have no idea how far I’m willing to go. Trackers? Trackers are nothing. I will tie you and gag you till no one can hear your screams. You will be at my complete mercy and no one will come save you.” He moaned as tears started falling uncontrollably from your eyes. He continued rocking till you were a complete sobbing mess.
You should’ve known better than to displeasure him.
He pulled back right before anything progressed further. Straightening his coat he kissed the side of your head. “See you at home Mrs. Hwang.” And with those six words he left, leaving you half naked and dazed. In that moment you realized you had started a very dangerous game in just one evening and you weren’t sure if you could handle playing against Mr. Hwang.
A/N: I wanna play his wife so bad
#in ho x reader#in ho x fem!reader#in ho x wife!reader#hwang in ho x reader#hwang in ho#hwang inho#hwang inho x reader insert#squid game s2#squid game#squid game reader insert#squid game fanfic#the frontman x reader#the frontman#fanfic#smut#smut warning#fanfiction#wife!reader#the frontman smut#hwang in ho smut#yandere#obsession#yandere behavior#squid game yandere
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꒰ FLESH OF MY FLESH; BLOOD OF MY BLOOD ꒱ KAMO CHOSO X READER — ft. itadori yuuji
warnings ⟢ dead dove: do not eat. minors do not interact—i will block you! incest. yandere elements. implied drugging. noncon. slight forced feminization (choso uses “sister” and she/her pronouns to refer to reader, but reader is nb). religious imagery. reader is yuuji’s twin, but no physical descriptors are used. reader has a vagina.
word count ⟢ 963
notes ⟢ this is part of @ficsforgaza’s kinktober event! my prompt was choso + incest. i have an au with big brother choso and twins yuuji and reader, so this was the perfect opportunity to explore their dynamic. a huge thank you to my dearest lexi—@drleggman—for requesting this (and for allowing me to go full degenerate) <3
“Yuu…” “Yuu…ji…” “Yuuji…”
Your twin’s name ambles from your petal-soft lips, voice laden with slumber, muted snores drifting through the gaps. The bedroom you share is swathed in midnight’s gloom; moonbeams peek through the cheap apartment blinds, luminous stripes cutting across the men huddled above your nude figure.
“Our baby sister seems to be having sweet dreams,” Choso states, mouth reluctantly detaching from your nipple, a silvery thread of spider silk connecting his lips to your tender flesh. “She’s naughty, though—calling out to you when I’m the one pleasuring her.”
Choso removes two thick digits from your weeping hole, examining the twitch of your jaw as he strums your clit with calloused fingertips. He experimentally increases the speed and pressure of his caresses, humming when you let out a whimper. As your breath grows heavier and your eyes flicker and dance beneath your lids, he pauses to smear your slick across your pubic hair, and scrapes his teeth up your neck to nip at your pulse point.
Yuuji lies beside you, honeyed gaze soaking in the tranquil curves of your dreamy expression. He strokes the hair at your temple with the care of a collector admiring his choicest possession; he can’t help but drag his nose across your cheek, blotting a kiss at the hollow behind your earlobe.
The reverence Yuuji treats you with starkly contrasts the way his muscular body presses against your softness, his bare cock dribbling pre onto the plush of your thigh. It’s something of a punishment that Choso doled out—not being able to indulge in you fully—upset with your twin for being secretive and possessive of you. But as far as Yuuji is concerned, to be anywhere in the halo of your presence is a heavenly gift. To merely witness your divinity, to press his lowly, sweaty skin flush to yours—it’s more than he deserves.
“Don’t be too rough with them,” Yuuji fusses when Choso abruptly presses your knees to your chest, leveling his face with your spread cunt. “W-wait—I wanna taste, too.”
After Yuuji shuffles over to join Choso, two sets of broad shoulders hunch over to marvel at your beauty. Yuuji fully expects to be chewed out again—perhaps even shoved off the bed or thrown out of the room; he swallows his pride and formulates a half-hearted apology, prepared to grovel for a chance to revel in you.
Instead, he grunts in surprise when he’s pulled into a kiss.
Chapped, chilly lips slip against his own, urging Yuuji’s mouth open, wet muscles intertwining. A shiver skitters across his limbs when he discovers the little silver ball that pierces Choso’s tongue—now bumping along the expanse of his palate, tracing the velvet of his gums. It’s a sloppy exchange of spit and teeth and tongue, too frenzied to be mistaken as purely passionate. Choso reaches over to swipe a thumb across Yuuji’s fat, leaking cock head. Yuuji keens into his brother’s mouth before ripping himself away, swollen lips parted, blooming rose from the tips of his ears down to his heaving chest.
“Let’s taste her together,” Choso rasps.
Not waiting for a reply, he pecks the fat of your hip before dipping down to lap at the arousal leaking from your hole; Yuuji watches heatedly, letting saliva pool on his tongue and drip onto your clit. He then cleans his mess with noisy sucks, occasionally tugging at your folds. Too preoccupied with coaxing your unconscious body to orgasm, the brothers don’t realize how you begin to stir, fingers and toes flexing and relaxing. They savor your eventual high, admiring your glistening release.
“I’ll have her first,” Choso announces thickly, Adam’s Apple bobbing as he swallows. He’s practically vibrating—pale skin dewy with desire—having fantasized about this exact scenario more times than he can count. “You should prop her up.”
Yuuji leans against the headboard and pulls you between his strong legs, your head resting on his chest. Choso angles your hips and pumps his throbbing length a few times before nudging your entrance. Your breathing shallows and you yawn; Yuuji’s heart catches in his throat.
“Fuck—how much did you give them? Clearly not enough,” he hisses, arms tightening around your waist. “I think they’re about to wake up.”
For the first time all evening, Choso smiles at Yuuji. It’s an unsettling sight: his knife-sharp inscisors gleam in the dusk, irises black as bruised plums. “Relax,” he soothes. “She’s going to enjoy this, too. It will become a treasured memory for us all.”
Before Yuuji can respond, your eyelids flutter open. “Ch-Choso…Yuuji…” you murmur, words slow and slurred as molasses, “what are you—”
The air is promptly punched from your lungs, a strangled yelp interrupting your train of thought as Choso enters you in a single thrust—cock so deep you swear you can taste it. One of Yuuji’s rough palms rests on your belly and meanly presses down with the movement; you throw your head back and warble a moan.
“Call me ‘onii-chan,’” Choso grits out, refusing to succumb to the squeeze of your cunt so soon.
“W-what?” you sniffle. Your brain is foggy from whatever concoction they gave you, incapable of piecing together your predicament.
He grasps your chin firmly, forcing your glazed stare to focus on him. “Onii-chan,” he repeats with a harsh snap of his hips.
You squirm, trying to turn to Yuuji for help, unaware of the tears carving hot rivulets down your cheeks. But Choso won’t let you go. His heavy frame eclipses yours, trapping you in place. “We’re family,” he huffs, fucking you steadily, umber strands falling to curtain his face.
“Everything we do, we do together. You have both been—nnghhh—selfish. It’s time to make it up to onii-chan.”
#please heed the warnings—they are there for a reason!#otherwise i hope everyone enjoys :’-)#feeling a lil self-conscious but fuck it we ball#choso is delusional which i hope comes across in this fic#yuuji is too to an extent but—well. anyway it’s more reciprocal btwn him and reader#i want to return some day and further explore their insane three way psychosexual dynamic But#i wanted to keep it smutty for kinktober#bc that’s what the kinktober gods demand#anyway if anyone has any questions or wants me to talk about this au further i am always ready and willing#i think about them A Lot#dead dove do not eat#— from the desk of#— kamo choso#— itadori yuuji#— jujutsu kaisen#cw dead dove#cw incest#cw yandere#cw drugging#cw noncon#cw forced feminization#choso x reader#yuuji x reader
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Subject 013
Request via anon.
Pairing: Male!Slime x Female!Reader.
Content Warnings: Dubcon, oviposition, soft yandere, harassment, people go "missing", tentacles, general mindfuckery. I wrote this in the very early hours of the morning.
You couldn't help defending the poor slime.
It had recently been brought into the lab for experiments related to their unique biology. But when you saw the way the scientists and researchers talked to it, you had them fired and took on the case yourself, despite the ever-growing caseload you already had as a head scientist. So that's what led to you watching this slime.
It was a blue gelatinous thing. It seemed unable to speak or take a humanoid appearance. You had already marked it as one of the ones that didn't possess near-human or human intelligence. It didn't seem particularly strong either, so you wondered how it survived out there. Still, you spoke softly to it, told it what you were going to do next in experiments, and just showed it basic decency.
One day you came into the lab in tears. You had been harassed by a group of men on the street. You ended up venting to the slime, strangely enough. It was a surprisingly good listener. Despite the fact it had shown no sign of any understanding, it let out a soft noise. It was oddly comforting. You never saw the men again. You wondered if they had moved to another street to taunt women.
So you continued your research. The slime wasn't the only subject you had. So you tried to divide equal attention to all cases. You have felt really paranoid lately. You couldn't shake the feeling that something or someone was watching you.
You don't realize you had sealed your fate months ago.
Days blur into weeks. The cycle grows rather comforting. As a human there's a certain discomfort that typically comes with change. So the repetitive days are soothing. You do the same tasks, with some minor deviations, daily. You work with the same subjects. You do the same paperwork. So why couldn't you shake the growing unease?
It was a normal Monday evening when the alarms started to go off, signaling an escape. The robotic voice let you know there wasn't one, but eleven escapees. You went to run in that direction. Only to slip on… Slime? Before you can faceplant, something tentacle-like wraps around your wrist.
You turn fast. The blue slime you had been studying? It's in a human form behind you. The only difference is it has tentacle-like appendages instead of limbs.
“You possess the ability to mimic humans?” You immediately ask. You had studied this slime for months. There had been no sign of anything like this. To your shock, it actually responds.
“I possess a lot more than that.” The creature’s mouth doesn't move. It's like the voice comes from its very being. It's a rather deep voice. Almost soothing. Except your nerves are on fire, and everything is screaming at you to run or do something to help stop the subjects from escaping.
“I need to go help capture the escaped subjects.” You say. To be honest? You didn't really want to. You got this job to help the monsters. Yet, it hurts you to keep them locked up. Especially since they get captured against their will. But you also needed this job. It was the only thing that kept you alive. It paid your rent, bills, and for your food. The slime knows this.
“I don't think you actually want to do that.” It says, tightening its grip on your wrist. Before you can process, or say more, you're being pulled away. Out of sight of the cameras. Into a bathroom in the back. You don't fight or kick or anything. Even when its tentacles start to grope your tits.
“I've waited too long for this.” The slime confesses. “Far too long.” You're surprised but you don't protest, even when the slime pulls off your lab coat and melts through the fabric off your clothes. Another thing to add to the list of things you didn't know it could do.
“This is okay, yes?” It asks as it continues to grope your tits and massages your clit with tentacles. It wouldn't stop anyways. But you don't know that.
“It's okay.” You confirm. You feel so warm. So dizzy with arousal. The tentacle rubbing your clit speeds up. Your legs feel like jelly. A tentacle around your waist quickly supports you. Another tentacle penetrates you. You feel a knot tighten as you throw your head back in a moan.
“Such a pretty thing.” The slime coos. “Can you come for me?” It sounds almost condescending, yet you nod. It seems happy that you said this.
And come you do. In fact, you squirt. It's humiliating how your whole body forces out every drop of liquid. But you're too lost in pleasure to care. It feels like the Earth has stopped spinning and there's only you and the slime.
You're snapped back to reality when the first egg presses against your cervix. It hurts when it forces it open and pops in. You go to scream but the slime stops you, cooing and shushing. Another pops in. Then another.
By the time you're released you're heavily distended with eggs and cum. The slime soothes you and helps you fix your clothes. You are then whisked away from the lab.
Now that the slime has you, it intends to keep you forever.
#exophelia#teratophillia#slime x reader#slime#monster x y/n#monster x reader#monster x human#monster fucker#monster fudger#ovi kink#ovipositor#ovi#eggpreg#female reader#tentacles#yandere#yandere monster#soft yandere#experimentation#check content warnings
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Dragon Dad
You didn’t believe him at first. It’s insane actually, to wake up dragon’s lair and be told that with time you’ll be one too. You’d known that they did exist, but you lived in a small town and there wasn’t much gold to take. Dragons were problems of Nobles and Kings, not you.
He was talking and you couldn’t hear it over the ringing in your ears. You felt like yourself, and from what you could see, nothing looked different than the day before. You keep running your tongue against your teeth, finding a very small sense of comfort in their bluntness.
You snapped out of it when he realized he was asking you some question, holding two equally expensive sets of clothes both made of golden fabric and as far as you could tell we’re almost identical except for the way they were fitted. You opened your mouth to say (scream) something at him when you realized that you recognized his face.
He stood at solid seven feet, ocean green and blue scales that covered his cheeks traveling down his neck and from what you could see went down his limbs and stopped at the back of his hands. Every scale the size of your pinky nail. Behind him was a scaled and spiked tail that swayed back and forth like a cat. His eyes were the same blue green of when you first met, now his pupils vertical slits like a snake. Dark blue hair swept up in a lopsided half up, half down style.
“I know darling, rather stunning isn’t it? Much better than my human form,” he said jutting his chin up as his chest puffed out a bit.
He had seemed odd when you met him a few days ago. Same eyes but with round pupils, no scales or tail and black hair instead of the blue it was now. He’d been strolling around the town at night and had assumed at first he was a thief or a burglar.
That notion quickly disappeared when he came closer and you saw the ridiculous outfit he was wearing. He wore a black silk shirt, and what you thought was cotton but unsure, black pants with golden embroidery that ran up and down both the shirt and pants in a seemingly seamless pattern.
He didn’t seem to notice your unimpressed look, as he asked in an accent you’ve never heard before, if he was in the right village. He was in fact looking for one more than a weeks’ walk away.
He didn’t seem annoyed to be in the wrong place, only giving a good natured sigh. “Well thank you,” he said, with a slight bow, before starting to turn away.
“You should change your clothes,” you said eyes skyward. When he turned back to you with a curious look on his face, you explained, “You’re going to be a target if you wear clothes that expensive,” you said explaining it like you would a toddler. “It’s not safe.”
He pouted slightly, “I thought these were sufficiently subdued,” and your brain thought of the most gaudy outfits known to man. But then he smiled, “Thank you for the concern though,” and the smile spread across his face and in the low light of the dusk you could’ve sworn his teeth weren’t quite right. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a stray gold coin handing it to you on a flat palm. “A more, worldly way to show my thanks.”
Maybe it was the intensity in his eyes as he stood still waiting for you to take it. A small greedy part of you wanted to take it without thought, hungry to spend it. But a wiser part of you could see the trouble it’d bring. It was a small town and everyone would know you had it soon enough. The headache that would be the envy, the questions, the accusations, not to mention every half rate thief would try and steal it. No you didn’t need any of that.
“No need for that,” you said trying to sound polite as you took a step back. “Just some friendly advice, you have no debt with me.”
Something flashed in his face, a cool look of appraisal, before the smile came back, smaller than before but genuine as far as you could tell. “Most wouldn’t make that choice,” he said sliding the coin back in his pocket.
“Maybe you need to meet more people then,” you said dryly and to your surprise he actually laughed.
“Most probably true,” he looked you over once more before saying, “is there something else you’d prefer?”
You refused him again, he clicked his teeth rolling his eyes. “As you wish,” he said.
Three nights later you woke to screaming and thick black smoke. You’d ran out to your small chicken coop without thinking, listening to them screech in terror. You opened it without much thought and they all ran from the fire. Something was probably going to eat them but you’d rather that than a slow death of fire and smoke.
The smoke was so thick you couldn’t see more than an arms length away, as you covered your mouth, hoping to find help or survivors. You screamed as something with claws grabbed the back of your shirt and yanked you backwards out of the smoke and you couldn’t stop yourself from falling on your ass when he let go.
Your eyes burned and stung making it hard to see with no help to your lungs gasping for clear air, as you coughed tears streaming down your face.
Behind you was a low rumbling noise, and the last thing you remembered seeing behind squinted eyes was a dark mass maybe 50 times bigger than yourself.
You’d woken up here, in a dragon’s lair, expected to be eaten. Only to realize that the monster who burned down your village was the same one who was offering you clothes.
“You!” You said trying to get to your feet only to fall back down on what you realized was a small mountain of pillows. “You killed them!”
“Don’t work yourself up darling, it wasn’t everyone, just a little more than half,” he said tossing the clothes to the side coming closer to you. “I promise in a fifty years you won’t even remember their names.”
You flopped to your side trying to pull away from him, but he doesn’t even seem to notice as he pulls you towards him as he kneels down on the pile. “I should have known you’d try and be a hero,” he said petting your hair. a soft smile on his face, he gently tapped your nose. “I was planning on making it a special occasion, but then you ran into the smoke head first and your poor human lungs were in such distress that I had to give you the potion right then. You weren’t even awake to see it,” he said sticking out his lower lip just a bit. “It took fifty years to make it and you never even saw it.”
As your mind spun connecting the dots he picked you up under the armpits facing away from him like a child with a puppy. “It’s alright, it just means I get to see you in your true former sooner,” he said petting your hair again. “You’ll understand, I had to cover my tracks darling.”
“Why?” You asked your voice breaking on the single word.
He smoothed down your hair putting his chin on top of your head. “The minute our brethren hear that there’s a hatchling, I’ll be dealing with every single dragon this side of the world. And in a century probably the other half. No one will notice you’re gone, no one who saw me there remains, and so no one will ever know why it happened. They’ll write it off as doing what we do. But before I have to share, I’m getting at least a decade with you first.”
You squirmed in his arms and with a sigh he let you go, watching you fall back into the pillows. “I’m not a dragon,” you said voice hoarse.
“You probably don’t feel very much like one at the moment, but I assure you, by the end of the year, you’ll be as much of a dragon as me, well, a much younger version of me,” he said with a wide smile, he reached out to touch you again. “I can’t wait to see what color your scales are going to be.”
#platonic yandere#yandere oc#yandere oc x reader#yandere x gn reader#yandere x you#yandere adoptive dad#yandere x reader#yandere platonic#forced transformation trigger warning
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Artist - chomahu
#tw bl0od#gore lover#erotophonophilia#violence kink#paraphilia#tw injury#yandere#g0r3c0r3#cw organs#guro cw#anime g0re#cw: gore#g0r3wh0re#g0recore#gore#gore art#gore kink#gur0#guro#guro warning#tw g0r3#tw g0re#ero guro#tw guts#ddlc yuri
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Not Caleb comparing MC to an injured kitten, using his evol on MC and then putting a tracking on MC’s wrist Oohhh… I smell the toxic fumes. I like it here.
“I got a collar with a bell. that way, it couldn’t escape without being noisy.”
I SCREAMED.
#omi.ds#love and deepspace#lads Caleb#he’s technically holding MC down…. stopping her from moving for a sec right there#HAHSJSHAJSHSJAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSJSJAHAHSJAHAH#GET ME COLLARED CALEB ILL BE PURRING IN YOUR LAP STOOP#tw pet play#tw yandere#just in case I’m adding trigger warnings#hehehe
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Yandere rancher!Gallagher vs Yandere cowboy!Boothill over a mail order bride!reader fic when? When I'm done with the event probably-
Tentative fic title: Holding A Wedding On Top Of His Funeral
“Let my spouse go.”
“Or what, eh? Send a herd on my way? Chuck that flimsy shot in my direction? Don't act tuff when I can put a bullet on your skull.”
“You know nothin' about Penacony. Let (Y/n) go. Now.”
“Ha. Well I'll be. Time to get serious.”
#how to cope after may 8: you don't.#when i write this fic i swear there's gonna be a ton of Content Warnings. I'm dead serious-#yandere boothill#yandere boothill x reader#yandere boothill x you#boothill x reader#yandere gallagher x reader#gallagher x reader#yandere gallagher#yandere hsr x reader#yandere honkai#yandere honkai star rail#yandere honkai star rail x reader#yandere imagines#tw yandere#yandere male#yandere#yandere honkai: star rail#yandere hsr#yandere honkai x reader#nereid's realm
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would you write an imagine about thr reader x klaus and how shes insecure about herself her looks her weight maybe thinking she wont ever been good enough for him but he decides to show her
(Trigger warning for body dysmorphia and hinted anorexia / eating disorders.)
Complicated
Klaus had met Y/N in his living room. She and Hayley were sat on the couch with an old chest board of Elijah's between them, both looking up at him with wide eyes like two children caught stealing sweets.
His eyes had narrowed briefly, he hadn't wanted any body to know about his unborn trial and he certainly didn't need a helpless human in his home complicating things and being in the way but Hayley made it clear that Y/N wasn't leaving.
"I need someone here, Y/N's not just a friend to me. We're family. I don't know about you but we stick together." She snapped at him when he had began complaining. For once, his trap shut and he let out a huff.
"Don't expect me to protect her." He grumbled before going back upstairs.
He had meant it at the time, he wasn't going to consider her wellbeing, her safety.
However, she wasn't as annoying as he had assumed her to be. She didn't get queasy at the sight of blood, whine when she saw a dead body or anything. It was almost like she wasn't there, always quiet and leaving a room when he entered to be out his way.
It made him curious.
Klaus would purposefully start putting the bread and eggs on the top cupboard so she could not quite reach in the mornings when she was making breakfast for herself and Hayley so that he may come in and reach over her, giving it into her hands and helping her make the eggs differently each day. He would tighten the lids on jars to have her shyly come ask if he could help. She didn't ever want to ask Hayley, whilst she was pregnant, to do anything and Klaus quickly learnt that.
It was nice, having her need him for little things. He liked hearing her soft voice calling for him from the doorway whilst he painted, a jar of sauce in her hands making him get up and not only open the lid but come down and help her cook.
He cooked with her every day, at least one meal. Even if it were helping spread the butter on some bread for a sandwich.
When Hayley had gone to see the witch doctor, Y/n had gone alongside her. They had both been running through the woods away form them.
Hayley had stubbled out to Klaus and Rebekah but Y/N didn't return through the same trees.
Klaus had caught Hayley's limp body, laying her across the back seats of his car before searching the forest and finding Y/N curled up and injured within a bush.
He had to pull her back out, grimacing as the sharp wood scratched her already bleeding skin. She trembled, tears on her cheeks but no sounds leaving her as he held her close and encouraged his blood down her throat.
The two girls were safely tucked back into their beds and Klaus made sure to check on them, Y/N more than Hayley which surprised Rebekah seeing as Hayley was carrying his child.
When Elijah returned, Hayley's attention shifted and Y/N kept to the side, starting to find more and more enjoyment in those times she got to see Klaus.
When Hayley was taken by Tyler, Y/N was left unconscious on the hallway floor. Klaus had healed her and left her home before he and Elijah went to retrieve Hayley. When he was accused of using his baby to create more hybrids, he came home alone and angry.
Y/N sat with him, both her hands holding his until he had cooled off and sighed. He had to leave again shortly, something about Marcel but she felt something off.
She was right. He had returned a few hours later covered in blood with ripped clothes. "We're moving, pack your things." He had muttered, shoving past her up the stairs, as if she were nothing. It was the coldest he'd been to her since their first meeting.
He was distant to all of them for the first few months of him being 'king'.
Something new seemed to happen every day. Hayley had gotten to know the wolves, when hey'd turned human form and she found out she was actually betrothed to Jackson Kenner leaving her feelings with Elijah complicated despite Y/N's advice.
It was the same night that Genevieve had taken Klaus and Rebekah and revealed a buried secret of the past.
Y/N was chosen to nurse Klaus back to health and convince him not to murder his sister for her betrayal.
She sat beside him, his body weakly pressed against hers for support as he sucked her vervain laced blood from her wrist, both his hands holding onto her arm to keep her still so he wouldn't tear the skin. His eyes would glance up, taking in her slightly fearful, partly amazed expression at the interesting sensation. Her other hand rest gently on the back of his head, he could feel her fingers brush his scalp making his eyes heavy as he drank. Her taste filled him enough to give him the energy he needed. His mouth left her arm and he lifted his hands to cup her face, both palms against her cheeks. Her eyes were big, pupils expanding making his lips twitch as he pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth.
"Thank you, my love." He muttered to her, his lip lowering to her neck. "But I'm sorry, for I must punish my dearest sister and I cannot have you follow me." He apologised before sinking his teeth into the flesh of her throat. The shock made her cry out but her sounds faded along with his vision as he drained her to the point of unconsciousness.
When she woke, Hayley was sat beside her, holding a syringe with a sniffling nose as their eyes met. "I'm so sorry, Elijah promised he wouldn't hurt you." She whispered, pulling Y/N close and hugging her tight. "You're healed now okay? It's gonna be fine."
Y/N wasn't so sure how to behave around Klaus. She wasn't scared of him or anything, just a little hurt. She had always done as he said in the past but he didn't even give her the option, he just made her do what he wanted.
After a little while she figured there was no point having a grudge, so she went to his room to forgive him properly and maybe talk. Nobody in that house ever seemed to knock before entering so the thought didn't even start to enter her mind.
Instead she opened the door, "Klaus?" she had called, taking a step inside before halting at the scarring sight of Genevieve on all fours with Klaus thrusting into her from behind. She left immediately, closing the door and rushing down the hall to her own room, locking the door and staring at the wood in front of her blankly.
It shouldn't have upset her so much, but it did. Y/N couldn't stop the stinging of her eyes and the tears that threatened to spill. Her sniffling nose. Her hands pulled at her shirt, her skin getting hot as her emotions quickly overwhelmed her.
Y/n stayed in her room for the rest of the evening. A few hours later a knock tapped at her door. "Y/N, love, come open the door." Klaus beckoned, it was the third time he'd tried. "Sweetheart, I can hear you. I know you're still awake, let me talk to you." klaus waited a moment in silence, a small sigh leaving his nose as he rest his forehead against the door. His fingers drummed lightly against the wooden frame and he slowly pulled away, ready to leave again but the soft thud made him stop.
The door opened and Y/N looked back at him. Her eyes were still a little pink, he could tell she'd been crying and it made him feel guilty. Klaus knew that Y/N felt something for him and he knew he reciprocated it. He knew he should have locked his bedroom door and he knew he should have chased after her the second she had seen what she saw.
He gently pushed the door open and stepped inside, his other hand finding the small of her back and leading her back over to her bed. Klaus sat down, waiting for her to sit beside him.
"I'm sorry" He told her and had Elijah heard those words leave his brothers mouth he may have passed out there and then. Y/N just glanced down.
"You don't have to be." She mumbled, holding back the need to sniff. "I should've knocked, I don't know why I didn't."
"I shouldn't have been in there in the first place, love. Not with her." His head shook almost solemnly, ashamed of himself for diminishing that spark she usually held in those beautiful eyes of hers whenever she looked at him. Her pupils didn't dilate the same and it made him ache inside.
His arms circled her, hugging her almost hesitantly before she leaned into him for some comfort even if he was the last person she could get it from under the circumstances.
At the faction party everything seemed to go wrong for Y/N.
It had started with her dress, she'd ordered it online in the same size she always wore but not even Hayley could help her get the zip up. It just didn't fit.
"Honestly, all companies use different size guides I swear!" Hayley scoffed, but one glance at Y/N's face made her swallow a lump. "It's the dress." She whispered, her hands taking it off Y/N. "It's not you." She reassured. "You can wear one of mine, any one you want." Hayley smiled but her heart was thumping. She couldn't let Y/N spiral again, not when she was finally healthy.
So they went through Hayley's wardrobe and chose a dress from there, Hayley doing it up and smiling. "See? Perfect, you're perfect." She told her, hands smoothing down her hair before Y/N stepped forward, face in Hayley's neck whilst Hayley's arms wrapped around her.
They headed downstairs and mingled a little before Hayley got swept away. Y/N spotted Klaus and started to head over, things had been better since he'd come to see her. She hadn't seen Genevieve again, until then.
Her hair shone beautifully beneath the dim light as her pale hand pressed against his clothed chest, her fingers toying with his tie playfully making him smirk back at her,
Y/N stopped in her stacks. She couldn't help but admire Genevieve for a moment, pick out every little thing about her that was better than Y/N. Y/N doubted Genevieve ever struggled to get into a dress.
When her eyes finally tore from the witch, she accidentally met Klaus's. His adams apple bobbed and he pushed the red-heads hand away.
Y/N turned quickly and hurried off, not giving him a chance to see which way she'd gone as he weaved his way through people to find her.
Hayley walked into Y/N both of them looked upset. Y/N softened first.
"What’s happened?" She asked, grabbing Hayley's hand and pulling her away from the crowd.
"Elijah, and Jackson. They're both so-"
"In love with you?" Y/N interjected and Hayley sighed.
"I don't even know. It's like they're trying to prove something." She mumbled and Y/N nodded in faint understanding. Her eyes flicked to the side, catching sight of Klaus approaching.
"We should go upstairs or something." Y/N muttered quietly and Hayley's brows furrowed, eyes glancing to find Klaus with a worried expression staring at Y/N whilst he got closer, moving around people.
"Guess we're both in sticky situations?" Hayley mused and Y/N shifted on her feet.
"Except two people want you and...I'm not sure anybody does me." Y/N uttered though Hayley's werewolf hearing let her hear as did Klaus's hybrid abilities. His stomach sank slightly and he finally got to her, his hands coming to her hips and pulling her back to his chest.
"I've been looking for you." He murmured against her hair, throwing a look to Hayley making her give Y/N's hand a soft squeeze before she left to face her own boy troubles. "You look absolutely gorgeous, you know that?" He smiled, leaning down to kiss her cheek as he turned her to face him.
"It's Hayley's dress." She told him quietly and his head tilted a little.
"I didn't say anything about the dress-"
"You don't like it?" She questioned, it felt like a trap and Klaus blinked at her. His lips parted, unsure how to please her.
"I- I like you?" He stuttered, his face reddening in slight embarrassment.
"Is that a question?" She pressed, becoming more and more defensive. Klaus let out a breathless laugh.
"No." He answered, his confidence coming back as he took a breath and straightened his posture.
"You sure?" She jabbed and his eyes narrowed.
"You're being difficult." He murmured, lips pulling into his familiar smirk as he took her hand in his. "Almost had me, sweetheart but don't you worry, I've got you." Klaus assured both her and himself as he pulled her along with him, shoving past people and knocked Genevieve so that her drink spilled down her dress. Y/N's eyes widened at the action and she frowned.
"Klaus-"
"I don't care about her." He cut Y/N off, pulling her round and pushing her against the wall of the hallway.
She let out a breath of surprise when he pushed his lips against hers. Klaus wasn't expecting her to push him off, and she was gone again.
"Love-!" He yelled, speeding up to her room to catch her there. His arms taking her into a bear hug and pulling her inside.
"Shh- woa, easy sweetheart! It's okay, I'm letting go okay?" He slowly let her go, listening her her fast paced breathing with a small frown.
"You...you can't just do things like that." She borderline whimpered and Klaus softened, his hand petting her head gently.
"I'm sorry, I thought you'd enjoy it. I wanted to show you that I wanted you." He muttered, kissing the top of her head. "I'll give you more time next time, so you can pull away."
"You're too rough." Y/N whispered and he swallowed thickly. His hands stroked down her back and he lifted her, setting her down onto her bed and resting on top of her, kissing her cheek softly.
"Not always." He murmured, a shimmer of hurt in his gaze which he hid from her as he kept kissing down her skin, gently sucking the skin of her neck until her breathing was heavy. His hand glided over her stomach, it should've felt nice but it just made her aware.
Klaus couldn't see her without any thing on, he'd laugh at her. She wouldn't be anywhere near as perfect as someone like Genevieve.
He could feel her shift, her scent of arousal mixing with slight discomfort so he stopped, pulling her to his chest and leaning back against the headboard. They fell asleep there, interrupted the next morning when Hayley came in to see how Y/N was.
Nobody commented on the softness of Klaus's behaviour around Y/N, or the kisses he pressed to her cheeks whenever he saw her.
Hayley wasn't sure whether it was good or bad for Y/N. Sometimes she looked much happier, having Klaus's arms around her when they sat in the lounge. Other times, she could see how she'd stare at Klaus's arm around her midsection. Or when she'd start staring at other women, wondering if Klaus would prefer them.
It wasn't that she didn't trust Klaus but more that she wouldn't have blamed him if he wanted someone else.
Klaus could sort of sense the level if insecurity around them, it confused him sometimes how quickly she got uncomfortable and how she never quite seemed to get jealous but just sad.
He noticed she didn't want sex, despite her body showing signs of desire. However, as soon as he started to pull even her jacket off? She didn't want anything to do with him.
Once everything happened with Hope being born and taken away, Klaus got naturally distant from everyone. Y/N would come lay with him sometimes, just be there but Klaus was used to dealing with his problems through violence. He couldn't be soft and gentle and loving for her.
She left him alone, like he wanted.
Once things got a little better Klaus tried to make up for his absence. More parties were thrown.
Y/N thought it was a chance to be with him, dance and see Hope. But then there was the dress situation again.
She hated how tight bodices were, how her arms would stick out.
But she put it on and went down those stairs to find Klaus. He was dancing with Camille, the bartender. He looked happy.
Y/N glanced over to Hayley dancing with Jackson and sighed.
Without much more thought she went back upstairs to her room and got that stupid dress off. Having a full length mirror was a stupid idea, once glance in it with no clothes on and a meltdown was inevitable.
Klaus had felt immediately guilty when he saw her face, watching him with Cami. He knew it hurt, he'd just been going through so much lately that he wanted to dance. A ballroom dance was something he had learnt hundreds of years ago in a hundred different styles and it was able to transport him back to better times. Y/N hadn't come down yet and he needed to get his mind off of everything.
But she brought him back to reality.
He came up the stairs a while later, twisting the handle of her door to find it unlocked. Klaus stepped in, flicking the light switch on the wall and instantly frowning.
She wasn't in bed. His eyes shifted to the floor, looking at the scatter if glass from where the mirror had been destroyed. Her dress crumpled on the floor and all her other outfits in a pile outside her wardrobe.
Quietly, he left and went to his own room. She was beneath his covered, curled up asleep.
Klaus made his way over and gently pulled the blanket back to see her face but he could see her bare shoulder and his brows drew nearer. He pulled it back further and swallowed loudly, taking in her nude body for the first time. His eyes appreciated the view once before looking closer, paying attention to the visibility of her ribs beneath her breasts.
Gently the sheets covered her again and he laid on top, wrapping an arm over her body and nuzzling the back of her neck with a small kiss.
In the morning he woke to her small cries.
"Shhh...what's wrong?" He asked, voice rough with sleep as he pulled her closer. He cast his gaze down, seeing her now facing him, her chest against his. Klaus's hand felt her back through the sheet, giving no obvious reaction to the feel of her bones beneath the thin skin. His head dipped to kiss her lips, her eyes fluttering at the contact. He held her tight, his tongue gently pushing past her lips to taste her again.
A sound of surprise left him when her naked body left the covers, situating on top of him instead. One of his arms circled her waist encouraging her whilst his hand held her face.
Once their lips parted to pant for air, he could see the look in her eyes.
Gently he rolled them over, pushing her back onto the bed. He could see the shame colouring her features every time his eyes dared to drift down at her soft skin.
"You're beautiful." He whispered. "Forgive me for not reminding you as often as I should."
Her head nodded and he smiled faintly. His head lowered to litter kisses from her forehead to her chest. His tongue warming her nipples, encouraging them to harden in his mouth before he continued his decent.
Klaus paid attention to how she sucked her stomach in when he kissed her belly button. His hands held her waist.
"Stay here, sweetheart. Let me." He murmured, kissing every inch of skin he could. He praised her body until her heart could not stop the tears from slipping down her cheeks.
Klaus then kissed the tears away, his hands still caressing her skin, now at her thighs and soothing her cries.
"I can't have you feeling anything less than perfect." He whispered against her cheek. "You're mine, and I can't have you doubting it."
"It's just hard sometimes." She mumbled quietly, hiding her face in his neck.
"I know...but I do..love you and I don't want you to be so sad because of me."
"It's not you...it's me. I just can't feel comfortable in my own skin andI make it everyone else's problem-" She uttered and Klaus frowned.
"No, love." He pulled her fully onto his lap and tugged the blankets up to keep her warm enough. "You're not doing anything wrong, you're just feeling. I want to understand what you feel so I can be apart of this...journey with you."
"You sound like Hayley." She laughed and he smiled.
"We're both here for you, my love. Always-"
"And forever." She finished quietly and he nodded, kissing her head. Klaus recognised her as his family now and for all his faults he did love his family, they were everything to him. She was everything to him.
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Hi, I love the Yandere Gojo series! I'd like to make a request. My request: Yandere Gojo gives his non-sorcerer lover the worst punishment he's ever seen in his life because she keeps trying to run away… he makes her unable to move or run again. either amputation or broken bones. But in the end, he regrets it very much.
⋆♱⋆REMINISCENT
⋆♱⋆SYPNOSIS: Satoru loves Suguru deeply and he misses the latter so much, so how could he let go off you? How could he let a pretty little thing like you slip through his fingers when you’re literally just like suguru?
⋆♱⋆WARNINGS: Yandere (duh) bone breaking, Surgery stuff, Satoru himself is already a warning, Satoru has Capgras delusion disorder, Both Reader and Satoru ended up having shared psychosis disorder. Satosugu.
⋆♱⋆PAIRINGS: Yandere! Gojo Satoru x Fem! Non-sorcerer reader. Satosugu.
⋆♱⋆NOTE: okokok, i know that you didn’t requested satosugu anon, but there’s a reason why there’s satosugu in here, and it’s important in the plot. Hope you understand<3. Broken bones is already a bad punishment, but i’ll add a twist on it;) Hearts and Reblogs are greatly appreciated<3. Please do support me in wattpad and quotev too<3 i suck at doing angst, sooo.... Idk.. might make a part 2 though.
MASTERLIST
HE WASN’T THE MAN that you once knew, no longer the gentle soul who showered you with affection. The bond you shared over four years had been pure, filled with love and warmth, until that cursed night , Twenty fourth of December in 2017.
Satoru’s mental state appeared to deteriorate drastically ever since that day. The once warm and affectionate gaze he used to cast on you had now transformed into a cold and distant stare, devoid of any tender emotions.
Sometimes he would blame non-sorcerers like yourself too, grumbling things under his breath like
“You non-sorcerers are the reason why suguru went spiraling”
You didn’t grasp the true meaning of this statement until you did a little digging into Satoru’s past. It was then that you realized you had been living in a state of blissful ignorance.
And after learning about his troubles, instead of scolding him for his erratic behavior and pushing him away, you chose to approach him with kindness and understanding—You felt bad, for you would mostly just yell at him for acting like that, when you didn’t knew the reason why he was like that.
You made every effort to comfort him and show him that you cared deeply for him, to show him how apologetic you are for being so ignorant. However, at times, you also confronted him with harsh truths in order to bring him back to reality.
In these moments of brutal honesty, Satoru took notice of the uncanny similarities between you and Suguru. From the way you conducted yourself to the gestures you made, tie your hair up, everything seemed to echo Suguru’s presence.
The way you spoke, moved, the way your lips would curl up into a smile, the way you would laugh and interacted with others all carried a trace of Suguru’s aura.
And your voice, fuck, the softness of your voice was reminiscent of the way suguru’s voice would soften whenever he talks to satoru.
Despite lacking a clear physical resemblance, the essence of Suguru seemed to radiate from you in all aspects of your actions.
And perhaps, it’s the way that you managed to make him see suguru in you was what made him so obsessed with you. He saw echoes of his beloved friend in your every gesture, your every word. Sometimes, in a strange mixture of jest and earnestness, he would playfully dub you and Suguru, as if to merge the two of you into one entity. Sometimes he would joke about you being suguru’s genderbend.
You found it peculiar yet endearing at first, dismissing it as a harmless quirk borne from grief, as you had always seen it as his coping mechanism. Little did you know, this oversight would prove to be your gravest mistake.
Despite the warning signs he showed, his redflags, you somehow chose to endure it all.
And that was your biggest mistake.
His once-charming gestures now morphed into suffocating constraints, possessiveness, obsessiveness. Slowly but surely, he isolated you from the outside world, severing even the most basic ties of communication with your own family.
Your past talking stage and lovers would be either found dead or missing without any trace. The friends who once stood by your side now regarded you with wary glances, distancing themselves.
Of course, you felt a deep sense of sadness, believing there was a flaw within yourself. And seeking solace and understanding, you opened up to Satoru, shedding tears as you shared the studf that you were facing in your life. In your moments of vulnerability, he offered you comfort, reassuring you that he was all you needed and that you should distance yourself from other individuals. He warned you that these individuals posed a threat to your well-being, emphasizing that their intentions were harmful—and insisting that he was the only one that you need.
As much as you wanted to believe Satoru and trust him completely, your innate intuition stopped you from fully buying into his facade. Because despite his convincing demeanor, a lingering sense of unease tugged at the back of your mind, suggesting that something wasn’t quite right.
Moreover, Satoru showed a tendency to involve himself in even the most mundane of tasks, such as brushing your hair, typically tasks you would manage alone. It seemed as though he viewed you as some kind of doll, someone he could manipulate and control at his own whim. He made sure to always be in close proximity to you, refusing to give you any moments of solitude. The only instances where he allowed you some privacy were during bathing or changing, and even then, he seemed reluctant to leave your side.
His obsession became so intense that he became insistent on your constant presence by his side, whether he was on a mission, teaching, or interacting with colleagues. His students and coworkers all recognized the unhealthy attachment, with Shoko and even Megumi expressing pity towards you for being caught in Satoru’s suffocating love. Despite the visible discomfort from all parties involved, Satoru remained unmoved, justifying his actions to keep you close at all times.
Even when Shoko attempted to reason with him and knock some sense into his fucked up mind, Satoru would manipulate the situation to shift blame onto them, for separating him with suguru—and that they’re the reason why he only has you now.
Nanami also tried to intervene by trying to convince the higher ups to arrange dangerous solo missions for Satoru in hopes of separating you two, but his stubbornness prevailed.
Maki and Nobara also attempted to intervene, even organizing girls’ nights as a means of providing you with a break from Satoru, yet their efforts were futile.
Ultimately, the support from those aware of the situation—Nanami, Megumi, Nobara, Shoko, Maki, and others—proved futile in alleviating the troubling dynamic with Satoru. Despite their best intentions and efforts, your circumstances remained unchanged due to Satoru's unyielding obsession on keeping you with him.
Everyone knew how fucked up he was, but what can they do?
Satoru is the strongest after all.
Your parents weren’t even aware of your situation, as you were not allowed to talk or visit them.
One instance stands out in your memory, when you attempted to say that you want to speak with your parents, and he adamantly refused, claiming it was too perilous. Despite feeling frustrated at the time, you ultimately acquiesced to his wishes. The following day though, a horrifying discovery awaited you— the lifeless bodies of your parents. It was at this moment that you began connecting the dots, reflecting on the untimely death and murder of your previous partners, the gradual alienation of your friends, the look of pity his students and colleagues gives you, the persistent reasoning of people trying to separate you from satoru, his increasing control over your actions, and the coincidental deaths of those you sought to interact with.
The realization dawned on you that all of these events were orchestrated by Satoru himself, with the sole intention of keeping you entirely under his influence. And an overwhelming sense of fear crept into your chest, prompting you to devise a plan to escape while he was on a mission.
----𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆
Your entire body was engulfed in pain and weariness, each muscles contracting in pain, your breaths labored and shallow as if your lungs were about to give out—About to rupture, and a searing sensation in your chest as it tightens, heaving with each labored breath you took.
Your feet were raw and bloody, multiple cuts on it from the jagged edges of rocks you have stepped on, perspiration was all over your body in rivulets, and a dry, scratchy feeling in your throat due to lack of moisture and oxygen.
Everything burned, yet you persisted in moving forward, walking a fine line between imminent collapse and the urgent need to evade getting caught by Satoru—your boyfriend.
Rather than face capture, you were willing to risk death in your desperate attempt to escape.
You’d rather die trying to escape than live without trying to fight for your freedom.
The exhaustion consuming you mattered little, all that occupied your mind was the need to break free from his grasp and his control over you.
The passage of time was a blur, perhaps an hour had passed since you began running, your energy waning as your vision blurred with fatigue.
Lost in the vast unknown surroundings, it seemed as though you were trapped in a never-ending loop. Uncertain of your location in Japan, the isolated landscape consisted only of a sprawling mansion, trees, and barren land devoid of any signs of human life. It felt as though you had been completely cut off from civilization.
As you continued running, tears streaming down your face, your mind were spinning and every hair on your body stood on end at the sound of his voice suddenly booming.
“Hm? Is that you that i see there, [Name]?”
You froze.
“What have I told you about leaving without my permission?”
The sound of Satoru's voice sent a shiver down your spine, freezing you in your tracks. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to keep moving, to escape his reach, but the fear of his wrath paralyzed you in place.
“S-satoru.. what are you doing here...?”
You couldn’t comprehend how he had managed to be here when he was supposed to be on a mission. Your mind raced with confusion and disbelief.
“No, what are you doing here?” He asks, staring down at you coldly.
“Are you.. trying to run away?” He questioned you as he stepped closer to you.
Your breath hitched, throat constricting as you looked up at him with wide eyes, not knowing what to say.
“I-i..”
“I-i wasn’t i swear—”
You were left speechless as you were suddenly shoved you down, causing your head to hit the ground with a sickening thud. Blood trickled down your forehead as a cry of pain escaped your throat.
His gaze bore down on you with a chilling intensity, sending shivers down your spine.
“You’re trying to leave me..”
“I trusted you,” he whispered shakily.
“How could you? I made sure to go back as soon as possible after my mission was finished so that you won’t be in danger... And now you’re running away and putting yourself in danger?”
Out of nowhere, his hand tightly gripped your throat, squeezing with such force that it became difficult to breathe, leading to a sensation of suffocation and a blurred vision.
“S-satoru n-nnh! L-let go!”
Struggling to break free, you frantically attempted to pry his fingers off your neck, letting out choked screams in the process. Your body thrashed around violently, desperately trying to fend him off by kicking in all directions.
“You’re really just like suguru... always trying to resist..”
“I trusted you,” he whispered unsteadily, his voice cracking.
“But what have you done?” he asked shakily.
His pupils trembled like leaves in a fierce wind, his entire frame quivering with an unsettling intensity. Those piercing sapphire eyes bore into you, sending shivers down your spine in the dim, eerie stillness of the forest.
“L-let go p-please satoru!” You begged.
“P-please. A-ahn.. let g-go, ‘Toru, please,”
“T-toru, haaah, i-i c-can’t breathe”
He seemed to pause at that when you called him “Toru.”
And slowly, his grasp slackened, leaving you gasping for precious breath as your lungs desperately clawed for every molecule of air.
You coughed, again and again and again, and he just watched you.
When you finally managed to catch your breath, you turned to look at him, your face contorted in anger abd fear.
“Y-you’re crazy satoru,” Your voice emerged hoarse and jagged.
“You’re crazy, i swear” You rasped as you dragged yourself away from him, only for him to close the distance.
“Crazy?” he repeated.
“Yes, crazy for love.” His fervor seemed to border on mania.
“Yes I’m Enamored, Suguru.” he professed with an almost unsettling zeal, his voice now carrying a hauntingly romantic lilt as though the torment he inflicted on you was an act of devotion.
Your breath hitched.
“What...?” your eyes widened.
“I’m not... Suguru...” Your voice faltered, delicate lips quivering. Pain pulsed through every fiber of your being, urging you to run away, yet how could you escape from one so consumed by his own distorted reality? Satoru appeared to be in a haze, his eyes vacant and unseeing—He was in his delusional state.
“Suguru, let’s go home..” Satoru mumbled.
You swallowed thickly. You were about to make a dumb move, but fuck, he really needed to snap out of it.
Gently, you cupped his face between trembling hands, hoping your tender touch might pierce the delirium and make him snap out of it.
“Please, ‘Toru, focus on the sound of my voice. It’s not suguru, it’s me”
But he remained ensnared in his twisted visions, oblivious to reality.
“...Satoru... ‘Toru, listen to me. I’m not suguru.”
“I’m not him. I’m [Name], your girlfriend...”
Again, and again and again, you tried to convince him that you’re not suguru.
“I’m [Name], the one that you met at the bakery that you liked so much... And i’m not suguru ”
You phrased it in different words.
And yet...
He was still lost in it.
“What are you saying suguru?”
Dread constricted your heart, each moment bringing you closer to the brink. To flee would surely send him into a frenzy but to stay would probably result in suffering.
“Don’t say things like that... Suguru”
he whispered.
“I still haven’t forgave you for running away.” He uttered, and a pit formed on your stomach.
“I’m [Name], not suguru—Toru... Please, fuck, snap out of it”
He ignored you as he gently caressed your cheek before guiding your head towards his for a kiss. Your heart pounded as your lips met, the sharp sting of his teeth on yours making you whimper.
“S’toru... Stop...”
When he didn’t stop, you reacted by biting his tongue hard, making it bleed. Surprisingly, this did not deter him; instead, he released a soft moan of pleasure.
“Oh fuck... You’re still the same as always, suguru.”
You gasped as he finally pulled away from the kiss.
“Sa-Satoru... What the fuck..?” You shrieked. Why the hell did he said that? Does this meant that... He was in a previous relationship with Suguru? Did he used you as a rebound? No, fuck, he sees suguru in you.
You understand it now.
“I’ll make sure you don’t do it again,” He whispered.
“Huh?”
“Make sure that you don’t massacre a whole ass village again so that they won’t separate you from me...”
Slowly, deliberately, his other hand drifted downward toward your ankle. Your heart drops as you felt him do that.
Oh fuck, he’s not planning on snapping your ankles, is he?
“Satoru, no, no, no, no, no!”
You strained against his crushing hold, but could only witness in horror as his fist closed around the delicate bones.
“If you do that, i’ll never forgive you— AHHH!”
A strangled scream caught in your throat as you felt the unmistakable snap of your ankle splintering beneath his strength.
White-hot pain lanced up your leg and your vision blurred with tears of misery. Before you could process the pain of the first break, his hand was upon your other ankle. You knew what was coming yet were powerless to prevent it. Another sickening crack reverberated through your shattered nerves as satoru callously contorted the joint beyond its limits. Bone fragmented, muscle tore, and ligaments ripped apart, leaving your legs crippled and limp.
----𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍
His fingers pressed insistently beneath your chin, a mixture of gentle caress and firm control as he meticulously groomed your hair, each stroke designed to emulate the exact style of Suguru’s locks.
Tying it back partially, he sought to replicate every minute detail, ensuring you bore an eerie resemblance to his obsession—Suguru. But the true horror lay in his pervasive fixation upon you as Suguru incarnate. He paid face surgeons to sculpt and mold your face until the reflection in the mirror bore a warped semblance to Suguru’s features, he would drape you in Suguru’s attire and bestowing upon you the very essence of his fucking bestfriend.
And the worst of it all? he managed to find suguru’s daughters and practically forced you to take care of them—like the way suguru would take care of them. Even suguru’s daughters were horrified — yet they were too scared to even refuse.
All of the horrors that he had made you go through broke you completely.
“Perfect,” he murmured with a self-satisfied hum, stepping back to survey his handiwork.
You just sat there, disoriented, and feeling hollow as an empty shell.
Stripped of your true identity and coerced into being someone else you weren’t. The drugs he administered clouded your mind, the brainwashing eroding your sense of self until you could no longer discern who you are. The only thing you knew is that you’re suguru.
It was a bad punishment, real, real bad punishment.
Your identity was snatched, and you were no longer yourself.
He furrows his brow, observing the silence that hangs between you.
“C’mon speak, suguru.” he urges, his gaze piercing into yours.
“Isn’t it perfect?”
Suddenly, a flicker of realization dances in his eyes as they narrow, scrutinizing the subtle yet noticable difference between your eyes and suguru. The shift is imperceptible to most, but to him, it is a glaring anomaly that demands attention.
A smirk curls onto his lips
“Seems like we need to adjust those eyes of yours as well, huh? Don’t you agree, suguru ?”
Satoru sighed as his calloused fingers tangled themselves in thick ebony locks, pulling your motionless form taut against his chest. An ichor-cold sense of wrongness had settled itself deep in his marrow, its barbs tearing at his insides.
His beloved Suguru was already here... But... Where is his [Name]?
“Nanako and Mimiko would be upset to see you like this suguru...”
RING
RING
Satoru blinked at the sudden shrill clamor emanating from his phone—and he realized that someone was calling him, still cradling your form against his chest with a singular hand. He took the device from his trousers one-handed, calloused fingers opening his phone.
When at last the lock screen dissolved into view, an icy shiver seized his marrowed bones.
It was you—in your normal self, kissing him in the cheek, and you two looked very happy.
Why did suddenly felt wrong?
...
... It felt wrong...
So, so wrong.
Why did nostalgia for your genuine self now claw so vehemently at the fissures in his heart, when only Suguru had the right to reside there?
#⌞𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 夜𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞��📝 ⌝#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#yandere jjk#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere satoru gojo#yandere gojo#yandere satosugu#satosugu#yandere gojo satoru#yandere satoru x reader#yandere jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk gojo#gojo is already a warning#cw: gore#yandere#dark themes#yandere gojo x reader#jjk gojo satoru#gojo satoru#gojo x reader#jujutsu gojo#jjk satoru#satorugojo
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Hi Franky! I have this idea that’s been bouncing around my head for like a week now and i realized that since i absolutely love your characterizations of the OP characters, especially the WBP, i wanted to ask if you could pretty please do headcanons, or whatever you prefer, on Marco and Ace both being yandere’s in a poly relationship with reader, if that makes sense??
or if you prefer i would be okay with just your opinion on how you think that would work out because i love how you write the OP guys and i just would like your point of view. Thank you in advance if you choose to respond!! ❤️❤️
I can't believe I didn't see this one sooner, this is my jam, I am shaking the bars of my cage. Also thank you so much for the compliments <3<3 I try my best, I try and put my all in the way I write, even the chars I don't like very much <3
I hope you like!
What is scary about Marco and Ace as a team is how different they are.
Ace is overprotective, clingy, needy, and very jealous [with anyone who isn’t you or Marco and even then there are moments he’ll bristle and have an attitude]
Ace also doesn’t see the problems in his behavior.
This is backed up by Marco who knows exactly what’s going on even if Ace can’t see how he’s acting is bad. Marco will gaslight you into feeling bad questioning Ace’s actions.
You’ll go to Marco in confidence and talk to him about your problems with how jealous and needy Ace is, how you feel a little smothered and he’s handsy. Marco will just smile, pull you closer and explain that you are just overreacting.
Ace doesn’t see his issues, Marco does but Marco will excuse them. Marco is always telling you that Ace can’t help it and it just means he loves you both so much.
Marco knows what he’s doing is wrong but doesn’t care. He’ll make you and Ace so reliant on him.
He’ll make you feel so at ease, always whispering in your ear, and he’ll praise you both, He knows your weak points and how to get to them with vicious precision. He can make or break you with a single comment.
Marco will make you and Ace so reliant on his affection, his kind words, always seeking his approval,
He’s so smart and manipulative that balancing two people is easy for him. He knows exactly how much to play you against one another so he gets the most out of every situation.
Ace doesn’t notice, of course, he doesn’t, so starved for attention and desperate to hear praise and to know he’s loved.
Between how tightly Ace is clutching on to everything you give and Marco knowing to make you give up everything for him.
It’s a sticky situation.
Marco is too good, too practiced at covering up any mess that no one doubts the three of you are happy and all in love.
Ace normally approaches the person he likes and Marco decides if it’s the right fit. If Marco likes you he uses Ace as an icebreaker, since Ace is so easy to love and is blunt about his feelings.
#yandere#yandere one piece#sfw#gender neutral reader#gaslighting#yandere warning#portgas d ace x reader#marco the phoenix x reader#marco x reader x ace#ace x reader x marco#yander marco#yandere ace#ace x you#ace x reader#marco x you#marco x reader#one piece x reader#one piece x you#one piece reader inserts#one piece xyou
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#alien princess#nostalgia#nostalgic#2010s#2010s nostalgia#nostaligiacore#nostalgia posting#body ch3ck#tw ed ana#eating disoder trigger warning#tw eating issues#hospital#hospital core#bonespø#thin$po#tw bones#sickspo#yandere#pastel#soft aesthetic#pastel core#sickcore#sickness#cutecore#cute gore#soft gore#needles
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"Miss me?"
Yandere!Jinx x Reader
TW: Season 1 Jinx, kidnapping, violence, threats of violence, guilt tripping, emotional manipulation, use of restraints, bipolar episode? (Idk how to describe it exactly)
The freezing cold and pale hand on your shoulder should not have been the first indication that she had found you again.
A shiver ran down your spine. You didn't dare turn around.
"You better have a good excuse, angel." She spits out the name, like she just spoke the name of Caitlyn Kiramann. "Or I can't promise your bones'll be intact." Maybe you did have a good excuse, but it definitely would not be an excuse that would appease her.
You don't say anything. You practically can feel Jinx sneer, "That's what I thought." All possible togetherness in her tone was thrown out the window.
Another freezing cold object is placed next to your temple. You don't think it's another hand.
"What's that Zapper?" She asks, it's hard to tell if she's actually talking to her gun or just fucking with you. They're equally as possible with her. "Take Y/N home? What a great idea!"
Jinx's gun hits your head hard, and just like that you're out stone cold.
You wake up right back to where you started. Annoying.
You can hear Jinx's sobbing echoing through her hideout. She stops once she locks eyes with your tied up form.
There is no snarky or cheerful comment as she walks up to you. Only a bitter, bitter laugh. "I thought you were different." Jinx huffs out, "I thought you loved me." She smiles as if she was being funny.
Tears prick her eyes and she lets out a mangled moan of pain.
"But you're just like everyone else, aren't you?" Her tone is rising, and you are petrified, "Always leaving, always abandoning!”
"SHUT UP!" She screeches, setting off an explosive just a bit too close to you. She rubs her face, like she's trying to claw her skin off, "I can't think!"
"Am I not enough for you?" She sobs, an unnerving contrast to her personality two seconds ago. "I'll be better-I promise anything you want from me..."
She drops to your feet, she looks pathetic.
"Just... please don't leave me," Her hands hover around your face, aching to feel you, "not like she did."
And for some reason, you comforted her.
#can someone tell me if this is ooc?#i physically cannot not hate any of my writing so it's hard to tell#this has so many trigger warnings idk what i was cooking y'all#yandere jinx x reader#yandere arcane#arcane#yandere jinx#jinx
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⋆˚♱ଘ Requiem for the Damned ଓ♱˚⋆
*holds head in hands* Idk why Dottore keeps haunting me with writing inspo. And for this idea to manifest just before Holy Week….fuck it, I hope you all enjoy the blasphemous tale of Priest! Dottore x Demon! Darling _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):
Tw:: yandere, violence, death, religious abuse, dubcon, mention of nsfw, MINORS DNI
Note:: fictional depictions of religion
♡ 2.7k words under the cut ♡
♡ Despite your status as a wandering demon, you have no place in human cognizance. Rather, you conceal yourself from mortal eyes in favor of close observations and whispered temptations. Humans, from your perspective, are interesting creatures—they are ambitious, easily influenced by spiritual beings, capable of both good and evil.
♡ And what better example than the one who summoned you on a starry night? Such rituals are not uncommon amongst heretics, but most only succeed in invoking the contempt of their fellow humans. And few would invoke your name, much less commit sacrilege within the walls of the Church.
♡ You sense danger immediately upon your appearance. Within the summoning circle, you take note of your sigil perfectly illustrated in blood against marble. Beyond it, what alarms you is not your sacred surroundings nor the fresh corpse mixed with your offerings of books and fruit. It is the figure standing over you, cloaked in moonlight, gazing at you with eyes the color of hellfire.
“My ritual is a success. Welcome to my humble church, o noble demon…or would you rather be addressed by your epithet? ______, Fallen Seraph, the Seeker of Forbidden Knowledge.”
♡ A glimpse into his soul is all it takes to strike fear into your heart. Within Hell, there are rumors of a small village in Sumeru. Its people are nothing of note, a congregation of simpletons whose lives revolve around the beliefs of their Church. The lone exception is the main priest, Father Zandik, better known as Il Dottore.
♡ The stories, passed through human voices, speak of a child ostracized for his unconventional beliefs and his interest in the macabre. Branded a madman, he was placed in the care of the Church elders who corrected his ways of thinking. Once he became of age, Zandik was given the choice to move out of the rectory or to remain as a priest; he chose the latter of his own volition.
♡ Since his ordination, Zandik has proved himself to be an exceptional priest. He educates the masses, reviews theological texts, performs exorcisms, and provides religious counsel for the doubtful. He even serves as the town’s doctor, fully gaining the acceptance of his community.
♡ The rumors don’t stop there. For Il Dottore earned his title by performing miracles. It is he who guides the people into religious ecstasy, he who cures the sick from mysterious curses, he who blesses the weak into “enhanced humans.” There are already whispers that once Dottore’s mortality catches up with him, he will surely be canonized as the Patron Saint of Doctors and Miracles.
♡ But spiritual beings such as yourself know the truth. That Dottore is neither a kind priest nor a devout believer, that his days in the Church only magnified his heretical inclinations. Disillusioned with God, Zandik decided to turn His religious sanctuary into his own laboratory, one where he could fulfill his lust for knowledge through a mask of holiness.
♡ He manipulates the people with false teachings. He triggers religious ecstasy with drugged incense. He singles out devotees to “test their faith” during the quiet hours of the Church. And what the town perceives as curses and miracles are actually scientific experiments in which Dottore plays god.
♡ It’s too late to escape. No matter your divine powers, nothing prepares you for Dottore’s traps. The incantations, the barrier of the summoning circle, an aura so holy yet sinister that it couldn’t possibly come from ordinary religious objects—all you can do is fall to your knees and beg for his mercy, all the while he watches you with a confident smile.
♡ His intentions are like that of any human: He summoned you to form a contract. In exchange for his soul, he demands your knowledge, your resources, your full servitude for so long as he roams the mortal plane. Your hesitation only triggers another wave of scorching pain, followed by panic as Dottore grips your horn and forces you to face him.
“Make no mistake, ______. The mere fact of your divinity does not make you indestructible. In exchange for your cooperation, you will bear witness to experiments of the same magnitude as God’s creations. What say you?”
♡ You have no other choice. And that is how, in the sanctity of the Church, you make a deal with the human named Zandik. Once the pact has been forged, Dottore admires the bright sigil on his chest, plucks a few feathers from your wings, and disables the summoning circle so you can leave. Thus begins your personal hell.
♡ It is easy for you to answer Dottore’s questions about the divine. The horror lies in assisting him in experiments, responding to his summons no matter the inconvenience, allowing him to extract your blood, tears, and feathers. No, what’s most humiliating is when he uses your body for his “research,” bending you over the altar and bringing you to physical ecstasy against your will.
♡ At this point, you don’t know who to pray to. One night, Dottore shows you a secret room in his laboratory. As soon as he lights the lamps, your eyes take in numerous bodies and skeletons of a different classification from his usual victims. The extra bones jutting from the scapulas, the amputated wings, the halos pinned to the walls, the holy aura you’d felt from his religious objects…instantly, Dottore’s powers make sense.
“This is my first specimen. She was my guardian angel…no, I jest. She was a mere messenger who implored me to repent for my sins. From her words, I deduced it had been within Heaven’s capacity to save me during my youth—and yet God only sent an angel to me after my first act of blasphemy.”
The angels…how many has he killed? Not even during your fall from Heaven did you feel such primal fear for your life. But you cannot scream—you have long been trained to resist fight and flight. All you can do is listen to Dottore’s explanation, watch as he approaches a pure white skeleton and wraps his hands around its fractured hyoid bone.
He gives you a calm smile. “Luckily, her body provided me with indispensable resources for my experiments and my procurement of her brethren. I believe her name was Sohreh.”
♡ Just when you think it can’t get any worse, Dottore points at the far corner of the room to reveal a space dedicated to demons. Four dead bodies, their causes of death vividly described. Horns, wings, and other body parts amputated in exchange for lives spared after exorcisms. And when Dottore returns to your side, tracing the wound from where he broke off your horn, you can only tremble and acquiesce to a checkup. It grows back fully by the end of the year.
♡ He has his moments of vulnerability, however. Perhaps it is due to your nature as a demon, a creature which represents evil, that Dottore does not hide his heart from you. Once, after his usual confessions—he always makes up trivial sins—he remains in the confessional until his fellow priest has left. Then he goes to the altar and summons you.
♡ What catches you off-guard is not his lack of greetings. Rather, it’s the way he pulls you close to his body, lips ghosting the curve of your ear. There, in the heart of the Church, he whispers to you every sin he has ever committed. Despite his normal tone of voice, his words have never betrayed a language so guiltless, so sincere, so human.
♡ He asks how much of his madness is to blame on the influence of demons, or if he had been born wicked. He asks if humans were truly given the mental faculties to withstand temptation regardless of their circumstances. He asks if the same can be said for spiritual beings, questioning why former angels like you were also created with the capacity to sin. He even asks if praying for a demon can offer them any hope of salvation.
♡ It takes you a while to answer his questions. It’s just like him to put your emotions in disarray, to make you feel pity for the very cause of your current suffering. Against your nature, you wonder if there is still a chance for Zandik, if he can somehow repent or find a way to save himself from your contract and all of his sins. Even if it is too late, He has always been more forgiving to humans than angels.
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“Do you know why I became a demon, Zandik?”
Your question is what prompts Zandik to pull away from you, though his touch lingers. His gaze, as always, is unfathomable; you can never discern what hides within those pools of crimson.
“No, I do not. Few demonological texts allude to your existence, and only the Lesser Key of Deshret cites your previous status as an angel of the highest ranking. I have made theories in relation to your epithets but I respect all possibilities. Now what would you, as the primary source, reveal to me?”
Now it is your turn to confess.
“Seraphim are the closest to God but for that reason, we are the most distant from His creations. Everything we know of the world is derived only from what He tells us, not our own insights. And so I defied His Word and ate the forbidden fruit from the Tree of Knowledge, committing the same sin which condemned all of humanity.”
The tip of your upper wing brushes against Zandik’s face, while your middle wings encircle his body in a loose hug. As for your lower wings…they are nothing but twin scars covered in short feathers. After your descent, it seemed like a rational decision to chop them off, broken as they were. It helped that your wings had just outgrown their original purpose.
For once, you barely flinch at the sensation of his touch against your scars. Many times, Zandik has inquired about the loss of your lower wings and even asked if he could have them. They still remain in Hell, tucked away in a corner of your home, eyes forever closed.
It takes a few seconds for him to respond. “Do you ever regret your decision?”
You shrug. “It was difficult at first, naturally. Many of my eyes were blinded—yes, that is why I rarely open the ones on my wings—but those which still function have seen so many wonderful sights up-close. Neither must I cover my face with my remaining wings. And despite being what your kind and my former brethren would dub a monster…I’m happier now.”
“I see, I see.” His curiosity appears far from sated, however, a sentiment you can empathize with. “As I thought, God is incomprehensible. For Him to deny even His greatest creation of salvation…it confirms that there are limits to the forgiveness of that which humans call a ‘loving god.’ Thank you for sharing this knowledge with me.”
And just as quickly as he initiated his confession, Zandik steps out of your grasp and dismisses you. But you make no haste, silently watching him after you “leave.”
His expression is thoughtful. A gloved hand touches his chest, right above your sigil.
Such an interesting creature.
Honestly, you don’t know what to make of your feelings for this human. Much as you despise his cruel treatment towards you, he never fails to capture your interest with his experiments and philosophies. Whenever he speaks of God, you wonder if a small part of him still desires to be saved. But that will never be.
Zandik preaches salvation with the knowledge that he will never receive it. For the Church never taught him how to love.
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♡ Il Dottore never became the Patron Saint of Doctors and Miracles. Neither did he have a funeral mass befitting of a priest, nor a peaceful death from natural causes. Instead, he died young, laicized, once again denounced as a heretic by his community.
♡ You don’t know how his crimes were exposed, and why now. Perhaps it is God’s punishment for him, a blessing for his victims, or both. Either way, Dottore paid for his sins on a sunny day, burned at the stake before a disdainful crowd. Not long after his heart stopped beating, his belongings were thrown into the fire—research, tools, anything which carried his memory.
♡ You never left his side. After his last rites, led by an elderly bishop who condemned Zandik as he did in the past, you sat next to him and offered a final conversation. He didn’t express any fear nor sadness in regards to his imminent death, merely stating it a pity that his achievements could never be appreciated in his town.
♡ …He did ask if there is any chance of meeting again in Hell, but you reminded him that the punishment of sinners is out of your jurisdiction. Plus, it’s better that way—you have no desire to avenge yourself, and you’d rather not witness Zandik’s suffering for all eternity. You can only imagine the severity of his punishment, what more if he is assigned to one of the demons he exorcized.
♡ During his execution, you stood at the front of the crowd. You kept your eyes trained on him, for so long as his scarlet orbs remained open, whispering the prayers for the dead on his behalf. While a part of you felt liberated, another was mournful. You hope your last words to Zandik gave him solace in his final moments.
“Rest now, Zandik. God may never forgive your sins, but I shall.”
♡ And thus ends the life of Il Dottore. In the following days, the Church is purged of its holy, sinister aura, mainly because they discarded the religious objects tainted with angel remains. You continue your usual obligations as a wandering demon, but the humans you observe pale in comparison to your companion of many years.
♡ Not long after, you return to Hell for your other divine duties. As soon as you appear in your abode, however, something feels off. The sinister aura, the offering of books and fruit, your lower wings gone from their original place… The answer comes in the form of a hand grabbing you by the horn, pulling you backwards, twisting your body to meet a familiar gaze the color of hearth-fire. Only, this time, those eyes are brimming with pure joy, paired with a genuine smile.
♡ Apparently, Dottore’s soul did end up in Hell but not in the way you expected. In a proud voice, he explains that the Devil gave him a special fate. Whether it was due to vacant positions or everyone’s fear of the infamous “Demon-Killer,” you’ll never know. What Dottore does confirm is that as the demon bound to him via contract, you have to take responsibility and act as his companion in Hell.
“Rather than subject me to eternal suffering, the Devil believed that my talents would prove useful for the punishments of my fellow sinners. How wonderful is it for my achievements to be recognized in Hell? …Oh? I didn’t predict such a physical reaction from you. All of your eyes are wide open, and you seem to be on the verge of fainting.”
♡ You don’t know if you want to laugh or cry. To think your personal hell has been extended to eternity—are your sins enough to warrant such a fate?! But after confirming your misfortune, all you can do is sigh and tend to Zandik. He looks exactly the same, with the exception of a few burn scars on his body. And judging by the familiar black feathers on his person, he seems eager to discard his former religious attire along with his mask of faith.
♡ And when Zandik unfastens his scorched cassock, he takes your hand and places it on his unburned chest, right above your sigil. It glows vibrantly, brighter than any light you laid eyes on in Heaven. And beneath the flesh, you can feel his heart beating in sync with yours.
“Tell me, ______, do I still appear human to you?”
“You already know my answer to that question. But fine, I’ll admit it: Yes, you always have.”
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At long last, I am free from Priesttore…thank you to everyone. To my readers, to my fellow Dottore simps, to my mutuals who indulged my tortured DMs after midnight, to the artist whose fan art inspired this idea to begin with. May you all have a lovely day╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
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