#cw toxic behavior

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I always think that at some point in the relationship between Color and Killer, Killer simply tried to find out EVERYTHING about Color before trusting him in the slightest.

Likes, hobbies, fears, even physical weaknesses that Color might have. According to Killer's reasoning, this way he would have some control over Color, knowing everything about him, so Color would not be able to control Killer if he was already one step ahead. In the end, he only used this knowledge to get closer to Color more easily (even if sometimes the information he knew was too specific for Color to have simply told him in a conversation before).

Honestly, I can see Killer doing this with just about everyone instinctively. Even the cat friends, although in that case, it’s just so he knows how to care for them individually and how to tell when they’re injured or sick (or, in some cases, pregnant.)

At first, itd probably start off simple enough. Noticing Color’s most common facial expressions, the most common words he says with what tones, the way he carries his weight and how he walks, listening to the most of what Color talks about—and what he enjoys listening to.

(Killer was probably surprised to find that Color is genuinely an attentive, active listener—with everyone. And yet he hardly really talks about himself? Suspicious.) (not really but that’s just killers way of thinking.)

Anyway, he starts off paying attention to these things—because people like feeling heard, they like thinking others pay attention to them, and they like knowing others are like them in some way. This is all mostly so Killer can mirror Color enough to gain trust—such as noticing when Color gets tired, in order to be the first to offer Color an opportunity to rest.

Or noticing when Color is having trouble with his eyesight, in order to be the first to help him and sending the message of “I notice because I care about you.”

(This can also be used in situations to potentially isolate Color from others, sending the message of “I noticed, because I care about you..does Delta know about this?” small innocent comments and questions that serve to make Color doubt if his other friends care about him “the way Killer does.”)

From there it potentially escalates to more boundary breaking, law breaking things. Perhaps the more curious Killer becomes, and then the more he starts to realize that he actually cares just enough to keep the guy around.

Things such as basically stalking, potentially going through his phone or his bags, perhaps even finding ways to use Epic and Delta (as some of Color’s closest friends) to understand the full picture. Maybe he’d even go as a far as to get into contact with Ivory and Sage, if only to understand the story of Color’s AU. To understand what the fuck Color wants from him, and perhaps, how Killer can give that to him.

I can definitely see this starting as just wanting to have leverage over Color, and then his curiosity is piqued about Color’s souls when he learns of it—which can then develop into fascination with Color himself the more he learns about and from Color, and the more he comes to not only like Color, but trust him.

If it escalated that far, I can only image how the confrontation between Color and Killer went.

Colors definitely gonna have to lay down some firm boundaries, which Killer very likely won’t like—possibly making Killer think that this is Color’s way of encroaching on his autonomy, or that Color has something to hide—but ultimately gonna have to realize that if he wants Color to stay around, it includes respecting the guy’s boundaries, too.

Lmao I can imagine Color suspecting Killer for awhile, asking him about it frequently—and of course Killer denies denies denies—only for him to rat himself out in Stage 1 out of overwhelming guilt and shame. (Perhaps also worry and fear, if his behavior in Stage 2 seems to be taking on an obsessive or possessive edge.)

{ @qin-qin16 }

[bontensruby]

AND I WAS JUST TALKING ABOUT A THREESOME..

" WATCH OUT, LITTLE KITTY! "

H. RINDOU, H. RAN + BIMBO!READER

18+, DUBCON/NONCON, slapping, belly/throat bulge, fingersucking, ran throat fucking you with his baton, degradation, hinted yandere themes, fingering, spit kink, use of "kitten", readers skin color is not mentioned, MDNI

you live in Roppongi in a little neighborhood with a lot of stray cats, you always go out to put some food for them out. But this night the infamous brothers bumped into you

"Come here! kitty, kitty"

You called out to the fluffy kitties in the alleyway that you fed every night for 4 years

Three cats jumped out and walked to the little plate with food on it, and started eating.

You smiled and pet one of the cats, you then stood up again. It was pretty cold tonight and you're just wearing shorts and a tight small Spaghetti strap top. Without a bra no less

The kitties ate everything up and so you turned around to start walking back home

You suddenly saw a figure in the dim light, and immediately got a bad feeling seeing the figure walk towards you. It was a man.

As you walked closer you could make out what he looked like, he had blonde hair with turquoise dyed strands. He was pretty attractive too. But then you realized that he looked like someone you heard about before. You stood still and took a few steps back

"watch out, little kitty" the blonde man chuckled.

And as he said this your back hit something, the fear you felt bore a hole through your stomach.

It was a taller man with blonde and Black braided hair, you now realized who these men are. They are those delinquent brothers, all you knew about them Was: when you see them, run the other way. But that was too late now.

The taller man hummed as he smiled down at you "what's a pretty thing like you doing out this late?" He purred, while you were distracted by the older sibling that you didn't notice the younger one being now right behind you "don't you know, it's pretty dangerous for girls like you at night." The younger one stated matter of factly.

The older one tilted his head "cat gotcha tongue?" Both of them were really attractive but you were still scared shitless. "Aww, she's shivering~" the older one spoke up again and smiled

the younger one's index finger hooped around the strap of your top "Yeah no shit, she's probably cold with how she's dressed" as soon as his gloved finger brushed against the exposed skin you snapped out of your scared trance and tried to run past the taller man but you were really stupid to think that would work.

when you tried to run he grabbed you by the hair and something cold pressed against your cheek "Woah there, little kitty..not so fast~"

it was some sort of weapon, your heart was beating so fast that you could almost feel it if you held a hand to your chest.

"did you try to run away?" the younger one stepped in front of you and grabbed your face "that wasn't very polite now was it?"

He looked at his older brother who was sliding his baton from your cheek down to your collar bones "we are talking to you, kitten" you just couldn't remember their names, you know you saw them 2 years before, in the news when they went to jail for something you can't remember. You just remembered that you thought they were pretty hot for criminals.

The younger one suddenly smacked you in the face "you're a bratty one, huh?"

you tried your best to talk in order to not tick them off "u-uh..n-no.." The one still holding you by the hair smiled down at you "ah, there's her pretty voice, rin" the younger one hummed in satisfaction.

You finally got it! Their names are rindou and ran haitani

Before you could say anything else or beg them to let you go, the cold metal of the pipe traced your hard nipples that poked through your shirt forcing a whine out of you

"Oh~" ran purred against your ear as he slid the pipe lower until it pressed against your sensitive clit "ahh~"

the younger one smiled "ya like that, hm?" He whispered against your lips as he took one of his gloves off and placed two fingers on your bottom lip

"Suck." You mindlessly obeyed and opened your mouth to suck on his fingers like a slut

"Guess she's not a brat after all" the older chuckled and pressed his baton harder and circled on your clothed clit

"Mhh-" you moaned around and bit fingers lightly before you were suddenly forced to your knees.

Rin removed his fingers from your mouth and both of the taller men looked down at your trembeling form

Ran's baton prodded against your lips as he kept his hold on your hair "c'mon, kitty..open up we wanna see how deep you can take it" for some reason your pussy responded positively to his deep but soft voice

Your mouth opened with your tongue out and ran didn't waste any time placing the tip of the metal on your tongue and sliding it down your throat till you started gagging

he pulled it out once that sweet choking sound of yours invaded his ears, you kept your mouth open and coughed while letting drool paint your lips and chin.

"What a good kitty, you can take it pretty deep huh?" Ran patted your head

"Let's see if you can also take getting your little throat fucked" rindou chuckled, and then watched his brother grab your head to force it back down your throat repeatedly at a fast and rough pace. You could see that the brothers were enjoying tormenting you by the Tents building up in their already too tight-looking pants.

Rindou stepped closer to you with his clothed cock right next to your cheek "that's good, take it like a good little whore." His mean words were just building up more and more heat inside you. or more specifically, more heat in your pussy.

You tried telling yourself that you didn't like it but your pussy disagreed with you.

Ran was Holding the baton next to his hips and as he was fucking your throat with it, he continued to move his hips along with the movements of his hands. "You've done this before, huh y/n?"

Your heart dropped immediately as your name left ran's lips, your tear-filled eyes stared up at the grinning men in disbelief

"your dumb little head is probably wondering how we know your name right, kitty?" Rin placed his hand on your head in a soothing manner

"Well, we've known you for a while now~" your whole body froze all of a sudden

Ran pulled his baton from your mouth and you coughed some more spit out "Wh-wha.." Ran smiled at you struggling to breathe and talk

"Kitten, we have been watching you for over 4 years now~ and now we have you. You finally belong to us" Ran kissed your forehead "isn't that right, doll?" You were trembling at this point, you didn't know what was happening.

Your mind was still so clouded that you couldn't really register the danger of this situation.

Ran's eyes softened and were filled with so much adoration all of a sudden and kissed your wet lips "hey!" Rindou complained as his brother kissed you.

Ran slipped his tongue past your lips, let it glide alongside yours, pushed your face closer to his one Last time, and broke the kiss.

"You fucking promised I get to kiss her first!" Ran just kept staring at you while his little brother complained "I'm sorry, dear brother I couldn't help myself~"

he stuck his tongue out in a cute manner as rindou squatted down next to his brother and took your pretty face in his hands to kiss you as well "mhh!" You whined at how soft both their lips were and at the fact that ran was kissing up your neck now "Pretty girl♡" Ran purred against your neck.

The brothers both stood up leaving you shaking on the ground "you look so cute down there~" rin said while taking off his other glove and then his glasses "wonder how cute you would look with a cock in your face" your eyes widened and sparkled due to the tears welling up in your innocent eyes.

The both of them couldn't fucking wait to make you choke on their cocks. So they didn't waste a single second to unbuckle their belts and pull their cocks out.

Both of them were really big. Ran's was a little thicker than rindou but rin's was a little longer than ran. "C'mere, kitten" rin began to intertwine his fingers with your hair and pull your face into his warm and Rock hard cock "ngh-"

You gasped as a little precum leaked onto your face "suck it, baby.. I know you want it deep down your throat" your pussy clenched at his deep voice and commands. Your sweaty hand took ahold of his shaft and you began to swirl your tongue on his head.

You looked up to see if you were doing well, to see rin with his eyes closed as he let out a guttural groan. "Oh fuck.."

Ran grinned down at you licking like a hungry kitty and started stroking his cock in front of your face "Careful, doll. Our little rin is still a virgin"

Ran snickered and earned a disapproving glance from his little brother. You began to suck rin's tip into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it at the same time "mhh- fuck..feels really good, kitty..don't fuckin' stop"

rin threw his head back and shoved his whole cock down your throat, forcing you to whine around his cock as you struggled to inhale and exhale "through your nose, darling.." Ran reminded you as he started to fist his cock next to your face.

Rin forced your throat to keep cockwarming his cock as your tongue kept licking. "F-fuck..m' gonna cum" rindou groaned, tugging your hair "fuck her throat, don't cum from a little cock warning!" Ran laughed at his pathetic brother, when he was actually the pathetic one because Ran couldn't cum until he saw tears ruining your pretty makeup.

"Sh-shut up!" Rin leaned forward, came down your throat and shoved his cock even further down. "F-fuck..take it- yeah..just like that, ohh god"

You thought rin was super cute for cumming so soon and so loud. when he slowly pulled out, you coughed and smiled up at him. Ran got behind you and whispered in your ear to "lay down n' spread your legs, baby"

You did and looked back down at rindou who's cock was hard again looking at the wet Spot on your cute pink shorts before he took them off to reveal your soaked panties as slick was dripping down your legs

"she's so wet" rin growled stroking his cock while his other hand struggled to take your panties off and handed the dripping fabric over to his brother

Ran smiled and gladly took it before shoving them in his back pocket "don't worry baby, you won't need panties when you're our wife~" he laughed.

And before you could process what ran just said rindou shoved two fingers inside your leaking and clenching hole "aaah!!" His Fingers were so thick and felt so good. You were suprised at how well he could move his fingers for a virgin.

"M-mhh" Rindou licked his bottom lip and was confused if he should be looking at your erotic face expression or at your pussy that kept sucking his fingers in and clenching on them.

"Fuck..her pussy is so fuckin' tight.." he couldn't help but moan at your Feeling and noises. Rin immediately picked up the pace of his thrusts and started finger fucking you.

"Nhh! A-ahh! Rinn!" Your thighs twitched at his sudden speed and accidentally moaned out his name, to which rin's cock visibly twitched and oozing pre-cum from his angry red tip

"Rindouu! P-put it in please!!" Your words even made ran's cock react. So rin didn't even hesitate to pull his fingers out and line his cock up with your throbbing hole. "Can't deny our pretty kitty now can I?" He smirked as sweat ran down his temple.

He tried to seem calm and composed when he really wasn't, he was dreaming of this moment for so long. His hands were shaking as he felt your throbbing hole on the sensitive head of his cock.

He looked back up into your shiny eyes, practically begging him to finally fuck you. Rin bit his lip and slipped his head inside of your unbelievably tight and warm cunt "ohhh fuckk.." rin tried so hard not to cum on the spot, but it was hard.

You got really lost in the Feeling of rin's large cock once he slowly slid it fully inside your clenching cunny, that you got so surprised when ran suddenly yanked your hair back to look at him as he placed his heavy cock on your pretty face

"c'mon doll..ya didn't forget about me did ya?" Ran chuckled and you just shook your head as you stared at his fat cock, it was so thick..you weren't sure if it would even fit in your mouth.

But even if it wouldn't..ran will make it fit~

"Open up!" Ran giggled and slapped his cock on your lips. You hesitated a little bit but then opened up your mouth for him.

Rin glared at his brother for trying to get your attention back to him, so rin was determined to fuck you absolutely dumb. He picked up his pace, making his balls slap against your wet ass

"AAH- NGHH!!" you wanted to moan but as you did, ran shoved his cock down your throat, watching a little bulge appear on your throat "mhh~ pretty girl" he praised and grabbed your throat to hold you in place while he fucked your sore throat

Ran bit his bottom lip as he felt your throat bulge every time he would thrust inside your throat on the palm of his hand. "Ohh fuck..my pretty wifey~"

rin's head shot up at that and began to thrust even harder and he swung your right leg over his shoulder to hit your deepest spots.

"You mean- mhng! Our wife." Rin was so done with his brother's shit, he just wanted to focus on your angelic pussy. But it was hard when his brother kept trying to capture your attention all for himself.

Ran let out a breathy chuckle as he kept fucking your throat and making his heavy balls slap in your face.

"Mnggg! Nhhh~" you moaned around ran's fat cock stretching your throat and making your jaw hurt.

Rin decided to ignore his brother's antics and turned his attention back to your pussy when he saw a little bulge on your tummy.

He halted for a second and even saw the twitch of his cock inside your belly. "Ohh.." his moan came out as a cute stutter making your little pussy flutter around him.

"G-gonna cum inside you, pretty baby, yeah?" He groaned and thrusted harder into you again and biting your thigh to stop his moans from coming out.

Ran was just as close as rindou because you kept moaning like a slut, making your throat vibrate around his thick cock. "Mhh..ah- gonna cum, kitten..prepare yourself~" when ran came to the thought of you it was always so much.

He wonders how much he would cum when you were sucking on his cock.

Rin cursed one last time before his cock throbbed in your clenching pussy and shot his hot strings of cum deep inside of you "a-ahhh..ohh fuck..god..such a good pussy, taking me so well.."

Rin kept his sensitive dick inside your snug pussy and continued to rub circles on your little clit, making you moan even more.

"Nhh- fuck, yeah baby..suck harder—yeahh..just like tha- ugh.." Ran was on the verge of cummimg but then pulled out to cum on your pretty tits with a loud and pretty moan.

"So good for us~" ran's gloved thumb caressed your cheek while you arched your back and came hard on rindou's cock "A-AHHH! AHHNN" your hands tried to grab at anything they could find as your hips started to grind onto his still hard cock.

"D-daddies!!" You mindlessly wailed, leading to both of the men's eyes widen.

The shocked looks quickly turned into smirks, ran came back down to kiss your messy lips and lowly groan into it.

It would be an understatement to say that they were obsessed with you, no, they literally need you in their lives.

Rin slowly pulled out and helped you sit up to kiss your forehead and then your lips softly before ran took his jacket off to put it over your shoulders.

"Are you okay, baby?" Rindou cooed, caressing your cheek. You weakly nodded and gave both of them a soft smile.

You tried to stand up with the brothers but you kept falling so ran just squatted down and showed you that you should get on his back.

You did exactly that and rin didn't take his hand off of your back as the two of them walked towards your house.

You should've known they know where you live, they know everything about you!

Maybe they are Kind of creepy but the dick is too good so who cares.

[amostnobleyandere]

Persephone, Swept Away Into the Deep

Yandere! Wriothesley x GN! Reader

Summary: You’re a florist who catches the eye of the Duke, ruler of the underworld in Fontaine—and as the object of his affection, there’s nothing you can do to avoid your fate.

Warning(s): yandere, toxic behavior, possessive behavior, mention of blood, violence (Wriothesley beats someone up), stalking, obsessive behavior, unjust execution of the law, possessive behavior, corrupt official Wriothesley (?), drugging (needle injection), kidnapping, captivity, implied stalking, non-consensual touching, forced romantic relationship

A/N: I’m not sure if I did a good job at translating the themes ✨ of the hades and Persephone myth (however slight they may be in this particular fanfic) but I tried ;)

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Every happy customer that came out of your shop would inevitably spread your business through tongue—that’s just the way things worked in Fontaine.

Of course, you weren’t complaining. You were running a thriving business and their lively conversations often brought you joy and pride. The little gardener on off of main street, the florist who sells the most beautiful bouquets you’ve ever seen, the flower shop tucked away like a hidden gem, they’d say, fondness in their tone and the echo of good memories in their minds.

You were proud of the lifestyle you had made for yourself and the reputation you had garnered. Your natural green thumb had made your shop quite popular among commoners and socialites alike, as anyone of any class could stroll inside to find something for a person precious to them; whether it was a child, a spouse, a friend, or an infatuation, you had helped mold their stories, crafting and shifting them around petals and bows.

Though some days, you let yourself dream. Of petals and bows, not meant for someone else, but meant for you. Though your business had seen many love stories, its owner had yet to find a love of their own.

On your worst days, you scoffed and thought to yourself about how ironic your life was.

But…some days, your aching romantic heart would have you sighing wistfully as you watched customer after customer buy carefully cultivated blooms to gift to their beloved. They would leave gleefully, only for you to remain in your shop, watching them walk out with a piece of you. A piece that you wanted to give to your own special someone.

Always watching, never experiencing.

And then suddenly, everything you had built was being torn down by the one thing you desired the most.

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On a day that was insultingly ordinary considering the damning events that followed it, you were sitting in your shop, furiously pruning flowers and cutting stems and leaves. You were a little behind in work, so you had kept your shop open later than you usually would.

A festival was going to be thrown at the center of the city, and that meant you were busier than ever. Business was slow at the time, but it always picked up during events, as it was common for people to take advantage of the merry mood and ask out the apple of their eye, or propose, or buy a bouquet just to enjoy life.

And your bouquets were certainly beautiful, as you had heard from the many couples that walked into your shop, fawning over the arrangements and each other. You were sure you would see many lovers come into your shop once the joyous celebrations began.

You sighed, feeling the solitude of the your profession begin to seem depressing. It made you happy knowing your creations would be appreciated, yet, you knew the festival would end up torturing your heart with the same stale loneliness you often felt.

Friends had invited you to come with them to enjoy the festival together, so you weren’t all alone. Ultimately, you had declined.

Business would be booming.

…Plus, it wouldn’t be as special if you couldn’t go with someone special. It would only hurt to go out into the bustling streets and to see all those people holding hands, touching arms, carrying your bouquets, while your side was cold and your hands were empty…

You snipped at a rainbow rose a little too hard, hissing as the tip of the shears nicked your finger. You watched in mild panic and exasperation as the blood began to fill the small cut, feeling a sting form in your finger. Reaching for the medical kit you kept close by, you swiftly treated and bandaged yourself, watching the gauze go from white to a bright red.

Shaking your head, you waved away the pain and your nasty thoughts. You were sure your friends would be fine without you and, more than anything, you needed to be here to sell your flowers. It would be a waste to throw out your beautiful blooms because you let them wither, and soon customers would be grabbing for them…and who knows? Maybe you might meet someone.

Maybe you would even find someone to enjoy the festival with….

You heard the telltale ding of a bell and looked up, peaking out from behind the wall of floral remains you had constructed around yourself.

A man walked into the shop, and the first thing you noticed is that he was handsome. And big. Like, slightly intimidating big. A large, built stature, with broad shoulders and heavy boots on long legs. You pinched yourself, feeling your cheeks slightly heat up. Who were you to get flustered? And by a stranger? Pull it together.

“Hello!” You greeted cheerily, thankfully turning on your usual customer service voice without problem. “How can I help you today?”

“You’re still open?” The man asked, a note of surprise in his voice. The question sounded weirdly familiar for it to be spoken by a stranger, but you chose to ignore it. Plenty of people knew your hours, it wouldn’t be odd for one of them to send a new customer over.

You paused, taking him in. The stranger was tall, dark, and brooding, a person that looked strangely out of place in your little safe haven that was crammed to the brim with mosaics of colorful flora.

However, his eyes were the clearest color you had ever seen. They were like steel in their cool quickness, taking seconds to size you up. You unconsciously shrunk under the pressure of his gaze. Still, you smiled up at him.

“Yes, sir. We’re still open. What can I get for you?”

“Well, to tell you the truth, I’m not exactly sure. I came here because of a recommendation; they say you’re the best in town, with the freshest flowers. I’m guessing you outsource from the country?”

“No, sir. I grow them myself.” You said, still smiling sweetly.

A flash of recognition behind those steel eyes. “Ah. You’re the owner then?”

“Yes, sir.”

He hummed, looking away in thought. “I’d like an all blue bouquet—something with an air of delicacy to it. Nothing too fancy, just something pretty and light.”

That sounded…really romantic. Delicate? Pretty? Those were words people used to describe bouquets with romantic intentions behind them. You had heard them time and time again, as you carefully put together arrangements and your customer fawned over the person it was for, tone sugary sweet. Those words never failed to clog up your chest with a bitter jealously.

A feeling of disappointment filled your chest and your heart sank. Of course, he was already going with someone. It seemed that everyone, except for you, had a date for the festival. Of course. That made sense. Anyone that good looking would most likely have a date—

You smiled, sweeping away the disappointment and putting back on a false merry face. You had just met this man, really. What was there to be sad about? You decided to fill the silence that was quickly making you want to curl up into a ball and hide.

“So you’ve got a date for the festival? I’m sure they’ll love it, since you seem to know what they’ll like. Can I get a name for the order?”

“Wriothesley. And, no. I haven’t got a date.”

Your brain short circuited.

“But you’re so good looking?” You blurted out, the thought in your head coming out of your mouth without warning.

Wriothesley looked momentarily stunned, and you wanted to scream. Of all the times to embarrass yourself in front of a cute guy, it had to be now—

“A-Ah!” You stuttered out. “I’m sorry! Sometimes my mouth moves faster than my brain! I just said what I was thinking, I hope you’re not insulted by it…or uncomfortable….not that I meant to insult you—“

He laughed, the sound startling you. When he looked at you again, he seemed less guarded, his eyes shining with mirth as he gazed at you with interest. Oh, and that smile. Oh wow. That. Wow.

“You know, people are usually too afraid to say stuff like that to my face. Or really, they’re too afraid to say anything to my face. Guess I was just lucky to meet you today, huh?” He grinned and let his voice drop as he spoke. The glint in his eyes turned bright, like a dancing flame. He leaned into your space, letting one arm rest on the counter.

You felt the smooth words roll down your back and over your skin, excitement or fear (or maybe a mix of both) running up your spine and through the rest of your body.

You laughed, trying to play off his words as if they were meant to be friendly. (At least, you thought they were meant to be friendly.) Maybe the naturally deep tone of his voice and his intimidating aura made your brain misinterpret harmless words as…predatory.

You grinned. “Well, I don’t know about luck, but everyone deserves a compliment every once in a while, right?”

He leaned back, that dangerous glint disappearing into his eyes as if it was never there. He crossed his arms, looking smug.

“Right.”

Silence filled the air again, and your curiosity got the best of you quickly.

“Goodness, I’m sorry but who is this for then?”

He chuckled and you were immediately relieved that he wasn’t annoyed with you. People didn’t like it when others pried into their business. The thought of Wriothesley with his leather boots, pretty face, and icy eyes glaring at you with disdain nearly sent you into shock.

“It’s for…a co-worker, you could say.” He continued. “She does a lot for me and I thought it might be nice to get her a gift to show my appreciation. Everyone’s in a good mood with the festival coming around, so I might as well, you know?” He smiled. “Sorry to disappoint you, though. No romantic feelings involved.”

You nodded, a weird feeling of relief filling your chest after finding out that a man you didn’t know and that you probably would never see again did not have a date for the festival.

Maybe you were just glad to know that you wouldn’t be the only person going without a partner.

You began to gather sample flowers, spreading them out between you fingers and taking comfort in the familiar weight of them in your hands.

“Not disappointed at all.” I’m also single, you thought, but thankfully didn’t say out loud. “I guess I’ve just gotten so used to lovebirds walking into my shop, I was surprised you weren’t one of them.”

“Because of my face?” He asked, amusement seeping into his tone. You wanted to smack that smile right off of his smug, beautiful face. Of course, you wouldn’t, because that would be a crime to everyone else who had eyes. You couldn’t mess up that piece of art.

You nodded, your face burning. “Because of your face.” You confirmed.

“Well, I’m flattered.” He said.

You thrusted the sample flowers out in front of you, mortified that he was making your already embarrassing situation worse with teasing.

“Pick out the ones you like.” You said, your face practically on fire.

He did, without further comment at that, but a smirk pulled at his lips the entire time. He looked at you, with that grin molded onto his perfect lips, more than he did the flowers in your hands.

He refrained from torturing you with teasing remarks for the rest of the conversation, and when you told him it would be ready for pick up in a few hours, he gently placed a bag of mora on the counter.

Only when he was walking out the door did you realize how much mora he had given you.

Your eyes bulged as you peeked into the bag, nearly fainting at the amount. Who carries this much on them?! What if he had gotten robbed?! Well, he would probably never get robbed looking like…that, but still.

“Hey!! Wait—Sir!! You gave me way too much!”

He waved as he closed the door behind him, the bell ringing cheerily as he ignored you protests without even turning around.

You stood gaping behind the counter. You turned to the bag, determinedly picking out the correct amount and putting the rest away so that you could throw it at him when he came back. Not his face, though. Never his face.

A few hours later, he came back, his face neutral and undisturbed, like nothing in the world could move him to react.

He saw you, and his expression twitched and changed, looking just as smug as when he left.

You wordlessly pushed his bouquet, which you had worked extra hard on out of spite, not because you wanted him to like it or anything, towards him. Again, without saying anything, you pushed the bag of mora back towards him.

He quirked an eyebrow but kept his mouth shut, also determined to win the quiet challenge that you had started. He (rather cheekily) slid the bag back towards you, a smile fighting to pull onto his face.

You, more forcefully this time, slid the bag back towards him, face betraying no emotion.

Eyes sparking with amusement, he held out his hand.

Oh my Archons. You thought. What does that mean? He doesn’t want to….does he? You hesitatingly raised your hand in response, suspicious of the man in front of you. He gently slid his hand under yours, making your heart pound in your rib cage. His gloves covered most of his hand, but the skin that did touch you was startlingly cold. Your skin downright tingled where his touched yours.

Whether it was from the temperature or just him, you didn’t know.

He placed the bag of mora in your hands, a graceless plop and a cheerily jingle sounding through the quiet room.

Okay. You take it back. This mora was going directly at his face.

“This mora is going right at your face.”

“What?”

“What?” You parroted. Inside, you were crying. The first time you’ve ever threatened a customer and it’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

He chuckled, the sound low and deep and long and archons even his laugh sounded angelic.

“I could’ve sworn you just—“

“I didn’t.” You cut him off, panicking. You pushed the bouquet towards him, hiding behind it. “Enjoy your day. Thank you for your purchase. Have fun at the festival.”

“…Thanks.” He said, still amused, but following your lead and taking the flowers from your waiting hands. For a moment, maybe on purpose, his hands brushed yours, the touch sending a spark of electricity up and down your arms, making your heart beat faster….Must have been the cold from his skin, sending you into shock or something.

He left the shop (without the bag of mora) and you wistfully thought that you would never see that beautiful face again, kicking yourself for not asking him out. You were both single, right? Right??

Ultimately, you went home with the same familiar wistful feeling that soon turned to giddiness at having almost held hands with such a handsome man—his personality was odd but that could be overlooked.

Overall, it was a good day.

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Except he was there the next day.

And the next.

….And the next.

Everyday he would order a bouquet of a different color. Once he ran out of colors, he began grilling you on what kinds of flower combinations you liked best. You would tell him, practically shaking while trying to prevent yourself from imploding, and that’s what he would order. He spent an enormous amount of money at your shop as the ridiculous mora bag battles continued (you were going to throw it at his face, you really were. You just needed to muster up the courage).

He would take the flowers home, and you would be left with a burning face and a quivering heart.

Then one day he asked you if you would like to go out. With him. Together. And you said yes, tying a bow around his order with trembling hands as a strangling giddiness filled up your entire chest.

So, you went to the festival with him right after work.

For the first time in weeks you were closing the shop and stepping out into the fresh air during the middle of the day.

You had an amazing time.

You found out that Wriothesley was extremely funny, and that his dry, sarcastic wit could have you doubling over and laughing in seconds. You found out that he liked tea like, a lot. Like a concerning amount. You found out that the co-worker he gave the first of many bouquets to is a melusine and a nurse. You found out that he talked to the Chief Justice regularly and somehow knew a lot of important people.

You explained to Wriothesley that you actually did have a life outside of flowers. You told him about your friends, your hobbies, and whatever else you could think of in the moment, feeling comfortable with him after just a few hours together.

He bought you food, somehow correctly guessing your tastes at every stall you visited. When you protested and offered to buy him something in return, he merely shook his head with a smile and said you could buy him lunch another day.

You walked together through the streets under golden lights, eating delicious food and buying trinkets. At the end of the night, you tentatively inched your hand toward his, and he interlaced your fingers together, holding your warm palm against his cold one tightly.

You felt yourself grinning like an idiot, thinking that absolutely nothing could change the way you were feeling.

Everything was going great until you got back to your shop, laughing and chatting idly with the man beside you.

Your heart stopped as you realized that something was wrong, and your hand left Wriothesley’s for the first time that night as you ran towards the open door.

The entire place had been ransacked. The money in the cash register was gone. Your precious flowers—countless blooms that you had taken the time to grow and cut had either been stolen or trampled on. One window had been smashed in with a brick. You lifted up your foot, feeling the shattered glass break into smaller shards under the pressure—Archons, it was everywhere. Luckily, the small vault you keep most of your savings in was still closed but dented in multiple places and on its side.

You nearly collapsed on the floor right then and there. It was only Wriothesley, who caught you as you were falling to the ground, that kept you from completely breaking down. You were mourning. All of your flowers. All of your hard work, ripped from your hands, without so much as a warning.

You felt rage and misery burn in your chest, resulting in hot tears running down your face as you pathetically picked up the ruined flowers scattered across the shop floor. Next to you, shadow cast Wriothesley’s face in darkness, hiding his expression from view. You heard him assure you that he would take care of it, that he would fix all of this for you, as he told you not to worry in that perpetually assertive tone of his. Your muddled and distressed mind immediately clung onto it like a life line, desperate for something to ground you.

Wriothesley would take care of it, you told yourself. If not him, then who would help you?

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You found out soon after that the man who had robbed you was a rival store owner whose business had gone under ever since you had moved in. His storefront was situated on one of the more populated streets, streets that saw more foot traffic and that attracted customers of a higher class. Still, he had been losing to you, a small shop on some nowhere street, for months. In the end, arrogance and jealousy had driven him to attempt destroying your business.

Whether it be from fear and intimidation, or hopelessness from losing all the money you had made in the past couple months, he had hoped that you would chose to pack up and leave after he ruined the inside of your shop.

Fortunately, he was not a master criminal. A few shop owners on your street had seen his face and identified him to the guards. According to rumors you had heard from friends, he fought the guards during his arrest, shouting that he was not some lowly commoner to be pushed around. The guards and some mysteriously clothed people flooded around him, dragging him to the court house and sentencing him within the hour. He was allowed to go back to his shop, as his home was above it, but was put on house arrest for the time being and had guards stationed outside of every window to await further punishment.

It had happened so…quickly.

Wriothesley, during all of this, was very supportive.

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It all came crashing down on the last night of the festival, a week after you had been robbed.

You were in the process of walking home before you realized that you had left your keys in your bag.

…Which was at the shop.

…That you would have to go back to.

Groaning, you made yourself turn around and trek back towards the storefront so that you could actually get into your house.

As you walked down the main strip of stalls and shops, you realized with a bitter heart that you would have to pass the shop of the man who made your life hell to get there and back quickly. You were glad that he had been caught and sentenced swiftly, but you were still incredibly angry about the damage that had been done to your business. The mental and emotional wounds left from the shock of seeing everything you had worked for destroyed were still fresh.

You fastened your pace as the night lamps began to turn on, the sky quickly turning dark as they became your only source of light. You knew the city was mostly a safe place to live, but that didn’t mean crime never happened, and it would be just your luck for you to get robbed a second time.

Then there was shouting.

You slowed your pace as you heard a voice echo off the tall buildings, only amplifying the panicked screams.

Uh oh. Had you walked right into a crime scene?

You looked around you, noticing that there were no guards in sight. Hopefully they had noticed the trouble and were taking care of it.

You sighed. You really needed to get into your house, as you weren’t too keen on sleeping on a bench for the night. Cursing whatever being had brought this upon you, you continued forward, walking in the shadows and hoping to avoid whatever drama was happening near the home of the man who had robbed you.

You turned a corner, freezing as you took in the sight of a group of men huddled together, seemingly trying to apprehend someone—

Wait. Was that—

You recognized that figure—those boots—that coat…

What was your boyfriend doing here in the middle of the night?

Swiftly, you moved back out of the light, eyes trained on the man you could now clearly recognize. You watched as Wriothesley raised his fist, his knuckles connecting harshly with someone’s jaw. You startled at the harsh noise of skin splitting skin.

You felt yourself flinch as blood splattered across the pavement. For a moment, you were grateful for the imposing figures blocking your view of the violent scene.

The victim was splayed across the stone due to the force of the blow, thrown right into the circle of people that had formed around him, pathetically whimpering as he tried to pick himself up.

You watched as he was dragged away, looking genuinely terrified, screaming bloodcurdling words as he went mad with fear. His pleas fell on deaf ears as those around him stood still, Wriothesley silently watching as he was picked up and thrown into the back of a carriage. The door squealed as he yelled that he didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve to go to the Fortress of Meropide, please—doors slamming shut, cutting off his final sentence as the men and the carriage disappeared into the night.

Wriothesley stood under a street light, a short distance away from where you hid in the shadows. His body was tense, his back drawn tight as he gazed at the retreating carriage, with the man he had assaulted and doomed to a life in prison lying within.

You stumbled back, you feet scuffling against the pavement. The noise sounded like an explosion in the dead quiet of the street.

His entire body stilled. He turned around, almost in slow motion, his eyes widening in horror as your gazes met.

You spun on your heel and ran, heart pounding in your chest. Heavy footfalls followed you, leather hitting stone with threatening thumps that seemed to get closer to you with every passing second.

You got to your shop, flinging open the door and rushing to the back of the building, heading towards the closet where you kept all of your supplies. Hearing the bell above your door chime mockingly, signaling that Wriothesley was in your shop oh Archons, you slammed the door shut and locked it from the inside.

For some reason, you could have never imagined him being so violent. You were shocked and terrified, seeing your new boyfriend, who you had only ever thought of as safe, as anything but. Now you knew. He was dangerous. You were so stupid for trusting a complete stranger—

You heard him run towards your hiding place, calling out to you as the heavy foot falls slowed to a stop.

“Y/N.” He said, voice calm and level, betraying no emotion at all. It was like he was discussing the weather and hadn’t just chased you down the street.

Your breathe hitched in your throat. Somewhere, in your frayed mind, you hoped, prayed he would just go if you were quiet enough—

“I never meant for you to see that. I’m sorry. Let me explain.”

The doorknob began to turn. It stopped, hitting the lock.

You heard rustling and then a faint jangle as Wriothesley stepped away from the door.

You had left your keys in your bag.

The bag was on the counter, the keys were in your bag—

….He knew where you kept your keys?

You had never told him that.

The door knob began to turn. You grabbed onto the it with a white-knuckled grip, stopping it from the inside.

Your heart thrummed in your chest, beating rapidly as you desperately held onto the cool metal.

“Leave me alone!” Please was left unsaid. You shouted the words, terror making you shake and tremble.

Wriothesley fell silent. You heard him lean his weight against the door, his movements causing it to creak.

The doorknob stopped turning.

You prayed that he wouldn’t try to force it, or worse, break the door down. You didn’t know if it would hold, or if you could hold on, considering how strong he was.

You imagined his hulking figure standing outside, only a few mere inches of wood separating you, towering over you from your spot on the floor.

You were practically paralyzed with fear, and didn’t know what you would do if he actually managed to get in and get his hands on you—

“Damn it, I ruined it all, didn’t I?” Wriothesley murmured.

You jumped, not expecting the despairing admission amidst your racing thoughts that were trying to pinpoint where you had went wrong in life.

His usually playful voice was monotone, eerily flat for the self deprecating words he spoke.

You didn’t deign him with a response. You merely listened to the quiet that followed, feeling more scared than you would have been if he had been raging and banging on the door. There was something about the silence; something about it felt foreboding, like a threat was creeping up behind you and you couldn’t hear it no matter how hard you tried.

You heard him turn away a few minutes later, heavy footfalls walking towards the door, and finally the bell signaling his departure.

For a few minutes, you sat there and waited.

Eventually, you opened the closet just a sliver, looking out into the dim lighting with flickering eyes, checking every possible corner that he could be hiding in. He wasn’t there. He wasn’t in here.

You slid out of the closet and almost immediately ducked behind the counter, still shaking from the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

Shakily, you peeked out from behind the counter, checking for any sign of him outside. When you found the street to be devoid of him, you silently gasped in relief.

You ripped your keys out of the door with rushed hands.

You went home alone, without Wriothesley, who had taken it upon himself to personally walk you there almost every night of the week. A part of it felt strange to deviate from the routine, but you needed no reminder to know that the man you had trusted and spent time with all week was now a dangerous threat. You ran to the door of your home, opening it hurriedly and slamming it shut.

You tossed and turned as you slept that night, a doomed feeling settling in your churning stomach.

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The next day, you took measures to start rebuilding. Perhaps you were just frantic to get back to some sense of normalcy after having the rug ripped out from under you the other night—or maybe you were desperate to have something to keep your mind off of the buzzing anxiety that was constantly gnawing at the back of your mind.

The man who broke in had already been put on trial and sentenced to an undetermined amount of time in the Fortress of Meropide, and had also been forced to cough up more than enough mora to cover the damages.

This, oddly enough, had all been told to you by a third party, someone hired by the court to watch over legal proceedings.

Someone was pulling the strings behind the case, and you didn’t want to think about who it was, just in case the pieces started falling together. (Deep down, you already knew.)

When you had heard he was being sent to the Fortress, you felt something in your gut twist unpleasantly, a kind of stone-like anxiety that weighed and sunk a permanent pit in your stomach. People who went there didn’t usually come back, or if they did, they weren’t the same. They weren’t viewed the same, either. What would happen to him once he came back? If he came back?

You shivered as the memory of him being dragged away resurfaced.

You sighed as you swept up errant pieces of class, determined to discard of every shard before you allowed any more precious customers or flowers to come through the door. The window had already been replaced, as a very nervous man had knocked on your door a few days after the…incident with Wriothesley, and claimed that he had been sent to repair it. You hadn’t even talked to anyone about fixing the window. A sinking feeling appeared in your chest as you watched the jumpy man chip away at glass and wood, his movements tense and swift. When you went to close the shop, you checked if you had locked the door three separate times before rushing home, practically running through the stone streets, running from absolutely nothing at all.

There was no sign of Wriothesley during the months it took your shop to recover. You were glad that he had taken what you had said to him in your moment of fear seriously. Still, you feared that he would show up on some random day, at some random time, and catch you off guard. That you would be reminded of the violence that seemed to follow him like a shadow, leaving trails of devastation in his wake.

Everyday you went home glancing over your shoulder while walking briskly down the street, always making sure to make it home before dark.

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You unlocked the door to your home, hurriedly glancing behind you as you shoved the keys into the lock, pushing the door in quickly as it gave way. You closed and locked the door behind you, allowing yourself to relax minutely against the cool frame.

“Back so soon? I noticed you’ve been closing earlier nowadays. What’s that about?”

You froze, an ice cold fear creeping through your veins.

There, sitting in the dark of your unlit living room, was the man you had been simultaneously avoiding and thinking about constantly for months.

You could make out the silhouette of his hulking figure, leaning back into your favorite chair with his fingers laced together and knees spread apart, relaxed and causal. His eyes, which always held a mildly scrutinizing gaze, had turned razor sharp—they hadn’t moved from you since the moment you had stepped into the room. You were a pinned butterfly under that look, being dissected and picked apart by glacial, stormy irises.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, your voice coming out a little more shakily than intended. You tried not to hyperventilate. You really tried, but you could already feel your chest tightening, like just being in his presence was suffocating—

He stood up. Rooted in place, you didn’t dare move. If you tried to run, you knew he would catch you.

He moved towards you slowly, like he knew just as well as you did that you couldn’t escape.

He stopped a foot away from you, his height easily trumping yours, his figure casting a large, beastly shadow in the dim lighting.

You tilted your head back to look him in the eye. Even now, those icy eyes were beautiful. You thought it was unfair. Now that you knew what he was, what he was capable of, you thought, his eyes should come as warning. They were the eyes of a predator. And yet, still cold and steely, clear like cryo vision that hung from his hip, which you had never even seen until now.

Still beautiful, reminding you of clear water and arctic oceans and quiet. It was so quiet.

Neither of you spoke. Neither of you dared to break the careful silence.

He reached up, curled fingers gently caressing your cheek, dragging down along the side of your neck, as if a simple touch with too much force behind it would shatter you.

His eyes flickered to the place where your shirt had lifted to expose your collarbone, coat hanging off your shoulders and pulling the fabric down.

He ran his fingers over the exposed skin, making you shiver as you felt rough, calloused pads run across you gingerly, lightly. A delicate touch from a hardened man. He looked back at you, his eyes soft. Intense. Adoring. He had moved closer in the last few seconds, you remarked. You only noticed because you had to crane your head up more to look at him. His chest touched yours. He leaned down, ghosting his lips over your forehead. His hand had moved. One had settled on your waist, holding and trapping you close to him.

You felt a prick in the side of your neck, vision going black as you collapsed into his arms.

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The next time you woke up, you weren’t in your house anymore. There was gauzy, heavy fabric hanging above you. You had been placed in a canopy bed in a room that was expensively furnished, and yet somehow untouched. You were in a bed, which was in a prison, at the bottom of the ocean.

Wriothesley walked in only an hour after you woke. You had a feeling he had been routinely checking to see if you were awake.

He looked down at you, his eyes painfully tender in a way that you regretted not noticing before. There was a fondness, a suffocating fondness, which told you that all those things he now whispered to you at night—how he wanted to protect you, how he had longed to have you for so long, how he had been watching you from afar with his heart in his hands, just waiting for the right moment to give it to you—

His eyes told you that they were all true.

Somehow, you couldn’t hate him.

Wriothesley had been living as a lonely prisoner in his own kingdom—his underwater kingdom that he ruled, because he thrived on the depths of the cold, dark ocean and its inhabitants that yielded to his power.

And yet the king of the underworld yearned for just a little bit of life. Life that you were familiar with—life that you thrived off of, and that thrived in return under your guidance. Life that you loved.

Life that had attracted you to him.

You didn’t know if anyone still talked about you on the surface; if they talked about your existence, or more so your disappearance, in hushed whispers with shifty eyes. No one talked about you down here—no one knew you existed, except for the head nurse and your husband.

You had been stolen away, under the ocean, that little shop off main street missing its owner forevermore.

You, who had always been surrounded by the life of the surface, had been transported to the underworld, a land of misery and lost souls, away from all life, surrounded and trapped by the love you once longed for—and mourning the life you once had.

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Reader: *lets go of Wriothesley’s hand bc they got robbed*

Wriothesley: oh this jerk is gonna pay *sends the guy who robbed you to the bottom of the sea*

he’s been waiting to hold that hand for so long )):< wtf dude

[sleeplessdreamer14]

(cw: abuse (and humanized! bill))

if you recognize the reference congrats! have a cookie 🍪

[hanasnx]

Baby daddy! Anakin has a thing for stretch marks that you got due to pregnancy. He's a JERK who feels proud of having "permanently changed/marked your body".

he had a sick sense of pride when your tits grew too. like you’ve got that sag to em and that stretch. how your nips have been permanently altered to a downturn. he loves them, he loves your tits, those things fed his and your child. and fed him a bit too at some point—

but it also reminds him that he’s had that effect on you. like.. he can’t get over that. it gets him so intoxicated. the level of devotion you must’ve had to carry his child. is that not the pinnacle of dedication? he twists it to fit his delusions. you changed your body for him. it’s different than before, and you did it willingly. you can’t look at yourself and not think of him

[poly-yandere-lovers]

Yandere Alphabet: Soma

Warnings: kidnapping, murder, suicide, abuse, manipulation, extreme masochism, stalking

Tags: None

Thoughts: If I missed something that should have a warning, let me know.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Soma will scream his love for you at any possible opportunity. He won't ever stop. He'll follow you everywhere, he'll give you anything he thinks you would like... like the heart or head of your enemy. He'll do anything you ask, then insist that he do everything for you from then on.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He will do anything he, or Enma, deems necessary. He'll kill, manipulate, kidnap and threaten anyone, including your friends, family, coworkers and that stranger you looked at once(1) while walking down the street.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Soma would treat you as good as he possibly can. He'd wait on you hand and foot, get you anything you want and take you anywhere. He'd do anything except leave you alone. He can get a bit disturbing, though. He'd want you to hurt him, as severely as possible provided that Enma is also taking care of you. And he'd hurt you, too, if he thinks that you'd like it.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Yes; he wouldn't force himself on you sexually but he will force his affection on you. He'd force feed you medication if he thinks you either need or would benefit from it.

And Soma would never mock you! He loves you too much to do that!

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Soma gives you his heart on a diamond encrusted gold platter. He'll entrust you with everything and I do mean everything. He'd tell you about all the things that happened to him during his childhood, good and bad. He'd tell you all about what Enma's done to him throughout his life.

He's yours from the start~

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He'd be simultaneously happy and concerned. On one hand, he's excited by the idea of you hitting him. On the other, he doesn't want you to feel unsafe! You must feel that way if you're fighting him.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

This is very much not a game to Soma. He loves and needs you as desperately as he needs air, food and water. He's genuinely upset and concerned when/if you try to escape. And he'll try anything to make you more comfortable. He'll even move into your home if he thinks it'd help you.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

The constant begging for you to hurt him or his need to be all over you at every possible second.

He needs pain, he's addicted to it. And if you're living with him in his home, you're also living with Enma. So you'd constantly be seeing them hitting and cutting Soma. You'd hear it, too. Soma's not at all quiet about how much pleasure he gets from getting hurt.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

I've actually touched on this before. He's willing to do anything you and Enma want. As long as he's with you, he's okay.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

It depends on the person. If you're with anyone other than Enma or him, he will get jealous. He won't take it out on you, after all you probably don't even know he's jealous! He'll take it out on the other person. He'd pay the person a visit and have a little chat. If the person escalates it, he'll kill them with no hesitation.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Soma acts like a puppy around you. He's gonna follow you everywhere, talk to/at you a lot, fawn over you and glare at anyone he thinks might bother you. He lets you boss him around, too. He's very affectionate, he wants to touch you all the time. He's clingy, he'd follow you into the bathroom if you let him.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He stalks you way before he talks to you. By the time he talks to you, he knows your schedule, normal walking routes and patterns, what's currently in your house, what drink you've been buying a lot of recently, etc. And he has a very poor poker face, so when he talks to you you'll probably catch that something's up. If that doesn't put you off right away, you might be put off by just how aggressively friendly he is. He's trying too hard to get close to you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really? He's friendly naturally, but he doesn't put effort into knowing other people like he does you and Enma. And he doesn't try to act smarter or dumber than he already is. The only thing that's different between you/Enma and other people is how hard he tries.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He doesn't, lol. That's up to Enma. He doesn't believe you should be punished for anything you do. Like if he kidnapped you and you tried to escape, he'd understand! You're in a new place and you weren't super excited about it, but he has to do this! Enma said that's what you wanted! They said that's what would make you happiest!! You understand, right?

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

As few as possible. You could question whether you're really being held captive or not. The only right he might permanently take away is you going outside on your own. And that's only after you try to escape once or twice.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Soma... tries to be patient. He snaps more than he means too. He wants to let you come to him or willingly give him what he wants, but he can't stand being apart from you for more than a few minutes.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Soma would only give up if you died. If he went to jail, he'd just go back to stalking you when he got out. He'd violate any restraining order you get without any hesitation or question. He'd even kidnap you again.

If you die, Soma would be devastated. The day you die is the day his world, his universe, his deity, is violently ripped from his hands. He'd rely on Enma, like he usually did when you said something hurtful to/about him. And it'd be up to Enma to keep him propped up. The only time he'd feel any sort of emotion is when Enma abuses him. And if Enma died? Soma would kill himself in a heartbeat. Without you and Enma, he feels absolutely nothing. He is nothing, without the two of you.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No. Soma doesn't feel bad about kidnapping you, he feels bad that you're upset or angry with him or scared. In his mind, you want him to do this. Enma's convinced him that you want to be kidnapped, taken away from your life as you knew it. The reasons will vary, they might say that you feel unsafe or that you're simply unable to live on your own due to financial reasons.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Enma. If Soma didn't meet them, he would not go to the lengths that he's willing to now. He probably wouldn't experience many emotions, but he would never even consider kidnapping, killing or stalking anyone.

Enma encourages Soma to form unhealthy attachments to people and things around him. Ei're the one to plant the idea of stalking you or killing anyone who gets too close into his head. They're a terrible influence on a man that is very gullible and suggestable.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He feels bad when he sees you in any sort of emotional distress. He does what he can to appease you, though.

And if you isolate yourself... that won't stop him. He'll force his affection on you and cling to you like a octopus.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

I'm not sure? I'll be honest, I don't know what defines a classic yandere lol.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Soma is so willing to let you do whatever you want, you could so easily use it against him right in front of him and he will never question you. Honestly you could straight up kill him and he's be over the moon, because you were to one to do it!

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Only if he thinks you'd get some sort of pleasure from it. Then he would hurt you. Otherwise, no.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Soma happily kisses the ground you walk on, he praises every word you say and he'll destroy anyone that doesn't believe in how wonderful of a person you are. He'd do anything for you, be anything for you. He'd break himself down and build himself up again if you commanded it.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

I would give him six months at most.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

I don't think he'd do so intentionally? He might wear you down by his aggressive friendliness and clingy demeanor.

[undermattsun]

mm dead beat dad skate rat mattsun who spends more time at the skatepark than w his kids

[austinasleep]

heyyy whose gonna hold my hair back when i light the bing b0ng⁉️⁉️

[wisteriasymphony]

"How much do I have to pay you to stay with me? One thousand, two thousand—Hundred thousand? I-I'll do it, darling!" He cried out, following her pace like a sick hound to its master. "God save me, dear, if all the riches in the world aren't enough to please you, I'll get you the moon!" His knees would buckle and threaten to give out, and yet Adrien would crawl before he ever stopped for breath.

"I don't even want you to joke about that, Adrien." Claudia growled back. Her fists were curled tight, with pallid knuckles.

"Then what do you want? Anything will be yours, I swear it!"

"I want you to leave me alone!"

"Anything but that!"

Claudia faltered to turn around a table, and that was enough to close the gap. Adrien seized her by the elbows; She would thrash and cry out like she always did, but he kept his grasp steadfast despite his quivering voice.

"Claudia, you give a man who has starved his whole life a single slice of bread, you give a man who has been parched of thirst his whole life even the smallest droplet of water—All his life he has known naught but emptiness and you dare take away that which fills his stomach, runs down his throat?" he whimpered out.

Claudia still jerked back and forth—stamped down on Adrien's feet. He would never get a single bone fixed if she fractured it, for that would be losing another sign that she had ever existed: If they were as fleeting as she wished to tell him, he would treat it as such.

As Claudia screamed back curses, he kept his voice low against her ear, begging through tears. "You give me, starved of love far beyond my years of living, the slightest kindness, and I intend to hold on. I—" His heart caught in his throat, just as she tried to jab him with her elbow. "I will bend to your every whim just for the gift of your company, darling. Please, just let me stay."

[sky-pen]

There will be discourse under the tab if you wish to not read it.

These tweets have since been deleted. But this is the reason why women don't join any servers that is popular or male-dominated.

this is the bottom tweet translation. "She literally brought it out of the rp just to be sarcastic, trying to call Brazilians dumb as if we didn't know history. My blood boiled."

What is unfortunate is that this user retweets and gushes over q!Cellbit and q!Roier's marriage.

This is LITERALLY a Minecraft Roleplay Server that is supposed to bring people together. What Baghera was talking about was that her proposal for the presidency is that she creates a Council like Switzerland's Federal Council. Which is like the President's Cabinet for those in the USA. It had nothing to do with her mocking Brazilians or the injustice that Latinos receive. But when you roll with what you hear, of course, you twist words and take things out of context: AKA miscommunication. Baghera was just talking about her culture (Switzerland since she is not truly French) and how she could bring her culture into the QSMP via the QSMP elections and how she thinks that this portion of her culture is what the President of the QSMP should have. A shared power.

This is why the (trigger warning here) Dream SMP got so much hate: the constant misogyny, the twisting of words, and the fact that people could not distinguish between Roleplay and real life.

And another thing, BadBoyHalo was talking about was how the twisting of words and ideas is also another thing that people are doing. Bad had a conversation with Foolish a little bit ago and Bad have the idea of creating a "safe house" for the eggs. People believe that Bad talked to one more person about this, but I have no idea. One chatter said, "D: Forever stole your idea!" then Bad replied "Listen. Listen kid, chill." (2 hours and 32 minutes in his stream) Bad goes on to say that people can have the same ideas and get credit for it, but Forever was the one that created the NINHO and should get the most credit. But since that person only watches Bad then they automatically think that Forever stole Bad's idea.

If people watched more than one person's stream to see their personalities and how they act then you would see them as people and not characters that HAVE to be perfect in your mind. This is why fandoms get hate. This is also why Women don't flaunt their passions, interests, and culture to a crowd because they would probably receive the most hate than a man who does the exact same thing.

I'm happy that Quackity saw the discourse and decided to address it and talk with Baghera during this time. I hope Twitchcon is a safe place for Baghera and I hope she gets her well-deserved rest.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

https://youtu.be/0nugWOaC8lU?si=L9gDvlcLg_F121gx

I came across a post with music that you associate with something or someone, and I also had some associations when listening to some of it. Or to be more precise, when I listen to this, I imagine how complicated the relationship between Color and Killer/Delta is.

Do you think that their relationship is like that, or are there other views on this? (and I will add that I like both ships, and sometimes I even consider the possibility that this could even be a triple)

Oh thats a kinda cute song, even if a little repetitive at points. Does anyone happen to have any more song recommendations? 👀

And yeah I do think the dynamics between Color, Killer, and Delta could potentially be rather complicated; regardless of romance or not. In fact it works just as well with friendship.

Color’s Delta’s first and closest friend, and Color’s Killer’s first real, genuine friend.

I’d imagine that a lot of the issues is mostly because of Killer. As said before, its not like he has much grasp on healthy or equal relationships of any kind; and with every other “friendship” he’s had most recently—Chara, possibly Nightmare—they were always possessive over him.

Wouldn’t be surprised at all if Killer is a little possessive and territorial over Color, too. Whereas Stage 1 may experience things like emotional jealousy, insecurity, feeling undeserving of it—fears of being abandoned.

Stage 2 would possibly view it more as losing a very valuable resource, someone he not only views as very important to his stability and happiness and happy ending, but someone he’s actually grown to want around.

As said I mentioned before, Color is one of his “red lines.” Someone who knows a lot about him, someone he’s trusted with a lot about himself, eventually. And even if he’s growing to trust Color, that doesn’t mean he trusts Delta.

He notices how close Delta and Color are, and he thinks of all the ways that can be used to hurt Color, which in turn, hurts him. If Stage 2 is ever jealous or afraid of being left behind, or that Color likes Delta more or would choose Delta, I doubt he’d ever willingly acknowledge that. Let alone say it.

Killer wants control. He sees so many things he can’t control about Delta and his relationship with Color, they’re so obviously close, and he doesn’t like it. It doesn’t feel safe.

If Color is the hope that brought light into his world, then I’m sure the concept of sharing that with someone he doesn’t know—someone who has made it obvious that he doesn’t like Killer and would prefer if Color wasn’t around him—feels less like sharing, and more like Delta is trying to take from him. Like Delta is tryna hurt him specifically, or control him, or punish him—by taking or stealing who makes him happy.

Killer doesn’t often think he deserves to be happy, and for awhile im sure he thought it wasnt possible. But now that he knows it is possible, he still doesn’t think he deserves it, and he doesn’t think anyone else besides Color would probably think he does. He doesn’t really offer people much trust, does he.

Delta already doesn’t like him, and he’s close with Color. But he doesn’t need Delta to like him, he just needs Color to like him (to like him so much he stays), and he needs Delta to know how much Color likes him.

But you know, instead of voicing all these concerns and needs like a well adjusted person, he will instead gaslight, torment, fuck with, and manipulate. (Someone once said Killer is like a cat because he plays with his prey. Which is basically what he’s doing here lmao.)

He will create little scenarios that make Delta feel unsure and frustrated, he will do and say things to subtly make Delta feel left out and insecure—and he will do it all so casually that Delta starts wondering if he’s actually the one causing the problem here.

He likes having control over this. He likes that he can do or say something to have Color’s attention and focus on him, he likes that Color is so kind, sweet, attentive, despite still knowing not to trust him completely when he’s like this.

He likes that Color is smart like that. He likes laying down these little games and tests of loyalty and seeing how much Color cares about him. He probably likes pushing boundaries and buttons just see not only how much Color will tolerate from him, but exactly how much he cares despite it all.

But Color also cares for his friends, and he also understands Killer, and so he will eventually realize what’s happening—and he will realize that there’s more reasons going on for this behavior than only territorial and control reasons. And he will seek to try and talk to Killer about it—and lay down some firm boundaries with Killer.

Ultimately I think things will ease up a little when Color gets Killer to understand what’s going on, what he needs from Color, and gather the courage to learn how to ask for it.

It’s not like Color’s going to have any issues with showering Killer with any validation, reassurance, praise or comforts he needs but feels either too weak and vulnerable (Stage 2) or ashamed and guilty (Stage 1) to ask for—let alone the hard work of teaching killer that he can ask for something and expect to have it given to him happily with no other strings attached for no other reasons than Color loves and cares about him. Because its not something to be ashamed of needing, and it doesn’t make one weak to need.

[amostnobleyandere]

Yandere! Diluc x Reader

Summary: Kidnapped Reader begins to feel touch starved after being trapped for so long and finally reciprocates Diluc’s need for physical affection. Cue a steamy make-out session.

MDNI.

Warning(s): YANDERE content (do not read if you are not comfortable), kidnapping, imprisonment, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, implied Stockholm syndrome, dubious consent (concerning touch), forced affection, forced kissing, steamy, !! heavily suggestive ending (smut implied)!!, slight hair pulling, slight isolation, forced marriage, they make out and both of them get somewhat turned on *gasp*

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“Just one kiss. Please, darling.”

“No-“

Your protests were silenced by Diluc pushing his plush lips onto yours. The kiss was soft, delicate, and loving, something filled with longing after not seeing you for hours. However, the romance of it all didn’t mean much to you when you had been backed into the corner of your shared canopy bed with no way to escape.

You tightly fisted your hands into the sheets as his lips pressed insistently against yours, a discarded book next lying open on the silken bedding. You had been entertaining yourself pretty well before Diluc, your husband, had gotten home from a long day of work and business, deciding that he wanted to relish in your company after being deprived of it for so many hours. Your husband was a working man, and unfortunately for you, he only became more desperate to hold you after being separated most days.

Diluc’s arms caged you in while his thigh pressed against yours, heat seeping through the thin fabric. His winter clothes had been switched out for lighter ones with the coming spring, and you could feel every tensing muscle in his body as it shifted against your shamefully thin loungewear. You could feel the twitching of his body, the stiff movements that came with him resisting the urge to run his hands all over you. He knew you didn’t like him touching you. He knew that he was pushing it by kissing you with such intensity.

Today though, today was different. You didn’t mind the way his lips were bruising yours with each practiced tilt of his head. An all too human part of you was so tired of resisting every day, and it craved the warmth that you felt in those moments after he was done kissing you; those moments when he brought his gloved hands up to caress your face as you avoided his painfully adoring expression.

Hesitantly, you brought your tense arm up to graze the hair near the back of his head, each movement feeling slow and forced. But god, you were so desperate for the thought of being touched, and could no longer keep up the act of repulsion to the little physical touch Diluc gave you; you were tired of being careful to avoid every brush of skin, every silent show of affection.

Diluc knew it made you uncomfortable, and for the first few months of your “stay” you would have rather gagged yourself before you ever kissed him willingly. But loneliness was a powerful thing, and besides the maids who would barely look you in the eye, he was the only one you could reach out and hold.

Your hand landed on the back of his ponytail and you did you best to ignore how quickly Diluc stiffened under the shift in weight. His lips froze against yours in shock, but you pushed your hand further into his hair before anxiety made you pull it back. Your fingers curled into his locks, slightly tugging at the base where a ribbon held it back, and the first thing you thought was how absolutely soft it was.

You heard Diluc shakily breathe in, his eyes wide as he stared at you in disbelief. His hands landed firmly on your hips in an awkward attempt to put them somewhere. You could feel his fingertips digging into your skin, hands tense as he felt the new sensation of your fingers running through his hair.

…Clearly your touch was not unwelcome.

Feeling emboldened, you went further. With one of your hands still nestled in his hair, you rested the other one on his chest. You curiously ran it up to his collar, distracted by the new feeling of the coarse clothing and the strong body that shuddered underneath your light touch. You felt his heart beat unimaginably fast against your palm, heat seeping into your skin already from the light contact.

You quickly glanced up at his eyes and immediately became aware of the intensity of the look he was giving you. His gaze roamed your face, going from your eyes to your lips, searching fervently for something in your expression. You had never been the one to initiate anything before, much less encourage his behavior. You had always been quite cold to your captor ever since he had swept you away and locked you up in his mansion, too paranoid and in love to keep you anywhere but under his watchful eye.

You suddenly felt very nervous. Diluc’s blood red eyes reminded you of a predator, following every slight movement you made with rapt attention.

A primal part of you was scared of breaking eye contact with the dangerous man in front of you and you felt your heartbeat quicken for the first time in a while; whether it was fear or excitement, it made a fire light in your body.

Slowly, you leaned into him, ghosting your lips against his as he sharply inhaled, muscles tensing underneath your fingers as you focused on the rhythmic thrum of his heart. You moved the hand over his heart to join the other nestled in his hair. You pressed your chests together, practically melting into him as the lonely place in your heart sighed in relief at the warmth surrounding you.

You were the closest to him you had ever been, and you were returning the affection he had showered you with since the day he took you away. In the moment, you were unaware as to what exactly was going through Diluc’s mind. This was a sign of you willingly accepting his love. A thing you had only ever seemed to acknowledge reluctantly. His self restraint snapped, and then his hands were everywhere.

What had gone from a sensual kiss of longing was now a passionate fight for breath, with every harsh press of his lips to yours ending and beginning again at a dizzying pace. His exhales met yours in quick, desperate pants, as he seemed only able to pull away for a second before attaching himself to you again.

You soon lost your balance from the onslaught and fell back onto the bed. Diluc paused for a brief moment before following you and carefully placing himself over you, putting his weight on one forearm and using his other hand to impatiently tug open his collar.

“Diluc?” You said, dazed by the sudden change in his behavior.

“Hot,” was the only thing he said, forgoing elaborating to instead nudge his face into the crook of your neck. You tensed as you felt his lips brush against the sensitive area, each exhale adding more heat to already damp skin.

You nearly screamed when you felt his lips settle onto your skin, his teeth latching onto your neck happily. He bit painful heat into your throat, marking each new spot he found with eagerness as he moved down your neck. He began pressing fleeting kisses up to your ear, which he then happily bit and abused. His tongue ran across the shell languidly, a teasing motion with a meaning more sensual behind it, and an unexpected bolt of electricity shot through you.

Diluc seemed to be caught between deciding to pin you underneath him or allowing your hands to be entwined in his hair. Eventually, he guided your hand up to where it had previously been, and you automatically pulled on the long strands just to ground yourself. He moaned at the feeling. You teased the ribbon away until it fell from his nape, watching bright red locks spill over the broad shoulders now caging you in.

Errant strands floated above you, teasing at your face and skin as Diluc ran his hands up and down the side of your waist. He panted in your ear and his hot breaths bounced against sensitive skin, making goosebumps rise along your arms.

You jumped as you felt his hand run to your thigh and squeeze, the firm grip making something light up in your stomach. You inhaled shakily, gasping as your realized that you were going to get what you wanted and more. Tonight was going to be a long night.

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[themushroompatch]

i just wanna get over it, why can’t i just move on from any of it. im falling back into wanting to relapse into sh again and it’s getting kinda scary, i don’t want to go away, i don’t want to go to the hospital to stay clean i just want to be able to do it myself, im over a year and a half clean now and it’s still been hard, im so tired, why can’t i get them out of my head, any of them, they seem to latch on and never let go even when the person is long gone from my life and has been for a while, why can’t i stop thinking about it. i just want it all to stop for once

[hanasnx]

random thought, but babydaddy anakin would feel SO insulted if reader got engaged/married to someone else first 💀

this was so fucking funny bcos you’re so right. he’d probably fuck you about it tbh. come to your place to pick a big fight so he gets you impassioned enough to fuck the shit out of you on the bed you and your fiancé have shared in the past

talk shit to you about how many times he’s asked for your hand, is there someone better for that role? point him in that direction he’ll show you why he’s superior. why you chose him to sire your child. here’s a hint, you were right the first time.

[quinloki]

What makes a "good" Yandere ending?

I was thinking about it, and I realized it's wildly subjective, but hey, why not ask Tumblr?

Cause is the good ending that things resolve?

Or is the good ending that thing go deeply, terribly wrong?

It really depends on what you're in the mood for, honestly, but what's your favorite yandere style ending.

Also I wanna be clear: Yandere behavior is a fiction only vibe for me. I'm not endorsing, condoning or suggesting such behavior in reality land. Not even a little.

(Okay, caveat, if you're RP'ing consensually in like a kink session or whatever, cool. That's different <3 )

[undermattsun]

picking your kids up at the skate park and all his friends ogling you

no literally like imagine just a million missed calls later and showing up at his apartment and you’re just tryna find your kid!!! finally you pull up to the stupid ass skate park he’s been attached to since forever with the rest of his deadbeat homies and of course your arrival is announced by makki screaming milf alert,,,, disgusting