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𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝙴𝙾 (𝙸𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝙶𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗)

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝙴𝙾 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝙶𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢. 𝙰 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚡𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚠𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗.

𝚈/𝚗'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝙴𝙾'𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚒𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢, 𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛.

𝚈/𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎. 𝙰𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑.

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒s𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑'𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚈/𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 "𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞?" 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝙶𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍.

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 ��𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛. "𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑?" 𝚈/𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝…𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎.

𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎.

𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑'𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚔, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.

𝙷𝚎 c𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢 "𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚈/𝚗'𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎?" 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚝 "𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚎𝚛? 𝚆𝚑𝚢?"

𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 "𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎" 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍. 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚈/𝚗'𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.

𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜. 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝙽𝚘 𝚗𝚘, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ��𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚢? 𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝.

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒��� 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛, 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛.

𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎.

[ilovespec]

▄︻デĦⱥꝑꝑɏ Ħꝋłīđⱥɏꞩ══━一

Holidays headcanons for my yandere oc's.

Characters : Ricarda , Agafya , Squalo , Belinda.

Triggers !!: murder (mention ), alcohol, kidnapping, drugs, sugar mommy vibes....

▄︻デꞦīȼⱥɍđⱥ Ꞧēīꞥħⱥɍđⱦ══━一

💚 - With a 100% probability, she would have flown with you to her homeland. Namely, to Berlin.

💚 - Because of her height, she would help you decorate your house.

💚 - But. The main thing is. Don't let her near the stove. She doesn't know how to cook from the word at all.... Bro, she's been in a gang since she was literally 14. And she's almost 40 now. All this time, she was just selling drugs, killing, fighting, and killing again.

💚 - Expect expensive and unexpected gifts from her. Expensive Victoria's Secret underwear, jewelry, and possibly expensive breed animals.

💚 - She will be happy to skate or ski with you if you want. But remember, her knees and back are not the same as before..

𝕬𝖌𝖆𝖋𝖞𝖆 𝕲𝖓𝖎𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖆.

💙 - she just LOVES this holiday.

💙 - don't worry, she will help you with everything, you can rest while she cleans up and prepares dishes for you and the guests.

💙 - she 'll invite you to ski on her own , and if you can 't , she 'll be happy to teach you !

💙- if you come to her homeland - Moscow, she will introduce you to her parents.... Maybe.

💙 - previously , this holiday was not celebrated in her family . That's why she's very happy to celebrate the new year with you.

💙 - expect memorable and expensive gifts. A photo album with your photos, expensive perfumes/ custom-made candies, paired jewelry, and so on..

💙 - at the end of the whole celebration, she will fall asleep with you in her arms and with a half-smile on her face.

꧁༺Squalo Squarchalupi ༻꧂

🩵 - Most likely, she will be busy with her hands full. But for your sake, she'll give herself a window in the chart.

🩵 - she sticks to you all the time , but you don't let her help you because you know she might break something if she's not careful.

🩵 - she will protect you during your shopping trip. (And not just her, but 23 other people. But you don't know that)

🩵 - if you live separately, you will live together after the holiday. And you weren't asked.

🩵 - and don 't worry ! You made that decision yourself. And you definitely weren't abducted by Squalo, no, no, no. What are you thinking about (actually, she put a horse's worth of drugs in your champagne. But it's for your own good, honestly...??)

🩵 - her gifts are pretentious, practical and expensive. Clothes from the best fashion designers, vicious jewelry, delicious expensive wine..

𝑏ₑլᵢ𝑛𝑑ₐ 𝑏լₐ𝑛ⲕ .

🧡 - for your sake, she will postpone all her meetings and business.

🧡 - help with the cooking ? Honey, the festive table for 5-8 has been ready for a long time! Help with the cleaning? Don't worry, the maids have already cleaned everything up a long time ago! Should I pay attention to you? Don't worry- Ah. Come here.

🧡 - she's very clingy. VERY MUCH SO.

🧡 - only at such moments , she forgets that she is the leader and boss of the largest gang in this area.

🧡 - she will definitely give you expensive wine to drink and hand-made chocolate to eat.

🧡 - expect a lot of things from her... Expensive underwear, luxury brand clothing, rare and unusual items.. Even meeting your idol !

+ EXTRA ARTS

[queenie-the-court-jester]

oc incorrect quotes #2

prince: hey darlin-

Y/n: no.

Prince: but I didn't even say anythin-

Y/n: no. I know your tricks, demon.

Prince: darn.. hey y/n, there's a bee right behind you

Y/n: WHERE

*prince uses the moment to slap y/n's ass, it's incredibly effective but now he has to sit in the bad pet corner for 3 hours*

Prince: it was so worth it..

Brutus: same

Prince: what the-

[suusoh]

I'm so sorry but could you imagine your friend Johan being all touchy and fond with you again, cupping your face and kissing both of your cheeks, and nuzzling you all over. When you try to point it out and question him about it, he doesn't even hesitate for second before saying the lamest most half-baked excuse on earth without blinking.

"I'm European."

then happily goes back to squishing and biting you.

[gladiatorcunt]

idk if ur into this or if I'm the only one who has had a raging popstar/rockstar fantasy for myself ever since I was young so I insert it into as many fanfic scenarios as possible but any thoughts on your modern!coryo with an up and coming independent singer!reader 🫣 bc I have thoughts I imagine theyre still in the phase where they have to be creative with their outfits and have to make/bedazzle some things themselves and coryo is so down bad he's just hunched over something pink with some fabric glue, a stoning tool, and rhinestones all over the place. or or or your your whole setup getting an upgrade bc you once mentioned to him that one of the lights was behaving oddly

I think about this too bc I can sing pretty well but I'm very introverted, so I don't like to do it in front of people, and I just imagine it 💀

Modern!Coryo loves a pet project when it's important to someone he cares about (and he really only cares about you so....). He has momager vibes, but he never directs it towards you. His back hurts from the hours he spends perfecting your costumes (He's working on getting you to let him pay for everything, but baby steps are fine for now), and he hides all the packages he ordered for your state of the art set up so he can surprise you. You won't let him use his connections to jump start your career, but he never stops dropping hints about the producers or record label execs he could arrange meetings with.

He's in the comments of your tiktoks sending death threats to 12-year-olds who say you're cringe. (Your first toxic stan <3) Anthony Fantano gives you less than a 10 and he's ready to jump him. He'll be unironically saying you've made the song of the summer, and the spring, and the fall, and the winter. Your top listener on spotify and he's like that video of louis partridge at olivia rodrigo's concert putting his cup in his mouth so he could take videos/pictures of her. Has instagram highlights dedicated to your career (reposting your content, gig videos/pictures, promo stuff, etc.)

Given the fact that he comes from a family with dark secrets and is involved in the political industry, he knows how seedy the entertainment business is. A part of him wants to keep you relatively unknown, you'd be safer that way. But you seem so happy, he supposes he can let you grow. He's breathing down your neck every second though, gets you a whole crew of bodyguards even when you're only playing small venues. He runs your official social media like it's the military, but he's so sweet when he's presenting you with a fruit basket, those expensive boxes of roses that cost hundreds of dollars, and a custom-made award when you finish a small gig and joke about one day making it to the grammys.

[deuxcherise]

Collar Crimes: All Bark, No Bite (1/2)

C/w: Unhealthy behavior (?) | Yandere | Female OC | Gender Neutral Reader | Reader is a bit of a… gold digger here (pun intended lol) | Comfort (?) | Fluff (?) | Slight Angst (near the end)| Swearing | Includes a cute pic of a Golden Retriever x German Shepherd mix dog for reference

A/n: So a long time ago, before reader met Eris, reader met a certain dog~ Hint, hint: she was mentioned in the last chapter (can I call it a chapter? It was in part 2). It’s not the bartender, by the way. So this is going to be a two parter because it got too long. Huh… Is it just me or are these getting longer and longer? Even the animal is getting bigger lol. Enjoy~

Masterlist | Part 2, Part 3 (1/2) (you’re here!), Part 3 (2/2)

[Seven years ago…]

“Hiiiii~ Welcome to Petal Blush Cafe, dear guest. We’re so happy-happy to see you~”

“Oh, what do we have here? I heard a lot of great things about you. Come give Papa a big ol’ smile, why don’t cha?”

You keep your ever present resting blank face on, place your index fingers together in front of your mouth and drag them apart in an upward curve. You throw in a tilt of your head, as a bonus.

The customer throws his head back in ecstasy. “AHHH! So it’s true what they say. I feel so refreshed! Papa’s got an appetite for some sandwiches… unless you’re on the menu today?”

“Oh my~ You flatter me~ But unfortunately, nooooo, sir~” you say with a high-pitched cutesy voice that heavily contrasts your stiff-robot face, fanning yourself for show.

You’ve always hated these kinds of customers– actually, you really hated this job in general. Not only were you forced to wear a ridiculously, scandalously short pink waitress dress uniform regardless of your gender, but you had to listen to yourself speak with an ear-gratingly high-pitched tone, because that’s what sells the performance here.

Have you tried to leave? Well, you’ve thought about it, but no. Where else would they pay you enough to make rent? Besides, with who runs this cafe and who owns the area, do you think you’d be able to leave scot-free? No.

You sigh internally. Ah… if only someone with a lot of money could just… sweep me off my feet. Someone kind… Someone considerate… Someone polite…

Pff. Yeah, right. Like that’s ever going to happen.

You take his usual order on your paper notepad. As you leave, you feel something heavy slap against your behind, the action sending a jolt through the rest of your body. You glance behind you and see the customer don a sleazy smirk, which further adds to your disgust and increasing resentment for this place. You pick up the pace to hand over the order to the chef. You slam the paper down onto the counter with a little more force than expected, warranting Remy’s attention.

“Which table?” he nonchalantly asks, cracking a couple of eggs onto the pan.

Somehow, despite wearing the same outfit as you, he maintains an extremely powerful look with his exposed bulging muscles and trimmed beard held by his hairnet. You envy the man.

“Table 13,” you grumble.

“Special sauce?”

“Special sauce.”

“Got it.”

The bell rings and in comes a trio of brothers in fancy suits, three of your most loyal customers, along with an unfamiliar face. Upon their request, the hostess leads them to a table in your section. You grab four menus before walking over and greeting them as usual.

“Hiiiii~ Welcome back to Petal Blush Cafe, dear guests,” you greet, face still with its blank expression. “We’re so happy-happy to see you~” you say, with your iconic blank face.

The three men roar with delight. The lady with them, wearing the same kind of suit, simply pinches and pulls at her sleeve as she keeps her face downcast. One of the brothers turns to the lady with them while pointing at you. “Hey, Sis. Whatcha think of (Y/n), huh? That straight face and cute voice. Combo’s real nice, ain’t it?”

“O-oh… um…” The woman makes eye contact with you for a split second before she looks away, a blush appearing on her face. She nods animatedly, releasing another roar from the men, much to your confused amusement.

“Oh right! (Y/n). You already know the three of us: Dante, Vergil and Nero. This,” Dante says, placing an arm around the lady’s shoulders, “is our baby sister, Lyn. She may look shy right now, but put a weapon in her hand and…” He whistles before chuckling.

“Ah. Happy-happy to have you, Lyn~” you say, cutely wiggling your fingers.

“... T-thank you… (Y/n).”

“Good girl,” one of the brothers sitting across pats her on the head. She reminds you of a golden retriever, with her blond hair and gentle, round eyes.

“Yay~ Now, what will it be today~?” you ask, clicking your pen.

They order some sandwiches and some drinks. You place the order in exchange for picking up the order for that sleazy customer who calls himself Papa. You and Remy exchange knowing looks before you deliver the food.

“Oooh. This looks delicious. Thank you very much, sweetheart.”

You nod and start walking away, before your arm is grabbed by a meaty hand. You turn your head around to see the man grinning at you maliciously. 

“Now, wait a gosh darn second. I heard that this establishment offers a… special service. Now… you aren’t holding off on me, are ya?”

You rip your arm out of his grasp, used to being grabbed by unscrupulous individuals like this man. You answer, “Oh~ The special service~ Sorry, hon~ That’s a privilege only reserved for customers who have dined here more than ten times~ Since you’ve come here once, that means you’ll have to come back nine more times.”

The special service in question refers to asking any server to sing the cafe’s jingle and perform a cutesy dance for the customer asking. Everyone who works here must learn this song and dance before they can be placed on the floor, adding their own twist to it, of course, thus providing a unique experience.

The man slams a fist on the table and stands up, his face red with anger. “WHAT? I CANCELLED A VERY IMPORTANT MEETING FOR THIS. NOW IF YOU DON’T GIVE ME THE SPECIAL SERVICE, I AM GOING TO–”

Click!

Both your heads turn to the side to discover Lyn pointing a loaded revolver with one hand just a feet away, aimed directly for the man’s skull. Her eyes are sharp and narrowed, unlike the gentle, round ones you were introduced to earlier.

She raises her eyebrows. “Is there a problem here, sir?” she asks, voice firm and steady.

“D-do… do you know who you’re pointing that gun at, lady?” the man stutters, sweating beading up on his forehead.

Lyn shrugs. “Does it matter?”

“O-of course it does! Shoot me and you’ll have the West Razors going after you and your entire family.”

She raises an eyebrow. “... Never heard of them before.”

“What? Who are you then, huh, bitch? Some don’s lady?”

She scoffs to the side. Her pupils contract, brown glinting with a shade of gold, as she cocks her head with a smirk. “Lyn Aurem-Diavolus. Of the May Devils.”

The man gasps and immediately lowers his knees, Lyn’s gun following. The man clasps his hands together in a prayer as he begs for his life. “I didn’t know! I didn’t know! P-please forgive me! I didn’t know this server was your lover!”

…Who? Is what now?

Lyn’s eyes soften back to their round shape, her face darkening to a red hue as she stutters, “L-l-lover?”

“That’s right!” Dante pipes up with a smirk, coming behind Lyn, followed by the other two brothers. “Mess with (Y/n) again, and we’ll send you straight down to hell, capisce?” He gives the man a thumbs down with a frown. “Now scram.”

The man quickly gets on this feet and skedaddles out of here, without leaving a tip no less. You click your tongue in annoyance, but you understand. You would be an idiot if you stuck around a pissed off May Devil.

Ah. But what if he spreads the word that I’m Lyn’s lover? … Ah, what the heck. The less perverts there are, the better.

Lyn replaces the safety lock before she puts it back into a hidden holster. She bashfully asks you, “Are you okay… (Y/n)?”

You nod and give a thumbs up. “Yeah. Thank you, Lyn~”

“N-no, well, I mean, yes, that too. But what I meant was–”

“Ooh, free sandwiches,” says Dante, eyeing the plate the guy left behind. “Don’t mind if I do~”

You throw a hand out. “No, wait!”

-----🔔-----

Ever since the brothers introduced you to Lyn, she has been visiting the cafe every day you’re scheduled to work for months now. Sometimes she comes with the brothers, sometimes by herself if they’re too busy dealing with… probably, mafia stuff. Not any of your business.

“Hiiiii~ Welcome to Petal Blush Cafe, dear guest. We’re so happy-happy to see you~”

“H-hi… (Y/n).”

At this point, there is no need to provide her with a menu anymore. She always orders a peanut butter milkshake and a plate of chocolate cake. Somehow, aside from the extreme sweet tooth she possesses, you always feel weird about giving her the chocolate cake. She’s definitely human, but… she really does remind you of a very shy golden retriever… with perhaps a German shepherd side to her. Or maybe like Maremmano-Abruzzese sheepdog, considering she’s Italian.

“Okay~ Here is your milkshake and your cake. Will there be anything else you’d like today, Lyn-Lyn~?”

You expect her to say no as per usual, but this time it seems she has something on her mind, based on the way her face has turns red and her eyes look like they’re panicking.

“O-oh! U-um… (Y/n)?”

“Yes, Lyn-Lyn?”

“Do you… what time do you get off work? D-do you have time after work?”

That catches you off guard. “Why~?”

“UH… UM… I… I-I have something… to tell you! Come meet me behind the cafe.”

“Oh… kay,” you answer. “Okay~”

-----🔔-----

[After work…]

“Alright. Good job, everyone! Have a safe trip going home!”

“Yeah!” “Thank you! “Yes!” “Uh-huh.” “See ya!”

The day has ended and all of the customers have left. Your boss leaves first, but you and your coworkers stick around in the locker room and begin making conversation as you change out of your work clothes.

“Oooh, you gonna go meet Lover Girl in the back, (Y/n)?”

You roll your eyes at a coworker’s words. “Ha ha. Real funny.”

“What does she wanna talk about anyway?”

You shrug, closing your locker. “Beats me.”

“Ooh, do you think she’s going to confess?”

You scoff. “No. Where’d you get that idea from?”

Your coworkers exchange looks before bursting into laughter.

Ever since that day when the don of the West Sharpies or whatever assumed you were Lyn’s lover, your coworkers have never let you live it down, especially with Lyn’s daily visits. She is… kind, considerate, polite, and you have to admit, she was pretty hot when she defended you back then.

However! You do not have such a relationship with her, nor any kind of feelings like that. You’re sure of it.

You’re the last one to leave, the only one to leave through the back door to meet with Lyn. You find her leaning against the wall, dressed in her suit as always.

The moment she spots you, she stands up straight and blushes again. She has never seen you in civilian clothes before, but you look so… beautiful. More so, without the cute yet obnoxious pink outfit.

“Sorry, did I keep you waiting?” you ask in your regular voice, out of character. Your face remains blank though.

“O-oh, not at all, not at all. Um, here.”

She manifests a flower bouquet from behind her back. You take the bouquet, entranced by the largeness of it and how beautiful the colorful flowers look under the alleyway’s only streetlight. When your eyes finally break away from the flowers, you find Lyn kneeling down on one knee and looking up at you with a very serious expression.

“Lyn?”

”(Y/n). Over these past few months,” she starts off, “I have been trying to figure out my feelings for you. I’ve thought about it over and over, tried to rationalize it as… as just infatuation, but… I know what’s in my heart. And I’ve finally come to a conclusion. Ever since I first met you, you have… captured my heart. I am in love with you, (Y/n).”

…..

You stare at her with wide eyes. “Huh?”

She clears her throat and starts glancing between you and the surroundings, embarrassed. “I-I know you may not feel the same. My brothers… and everyone else have told me already. And it’s not like I’ve really done anything so far to win your affection…” She mumbles something in between before continuing. “B-but if you give me the chance, I can show you what I’m capable of. As your potential girlfriend.”

“Oh… wow…”

She holds out a hand to you. “So will you… go out with me?”

“I…”

Do you want to try going out on a date with one of the May Devils? And the youngest one too? You don’t have any prior romantic feelings for the girl, which makes you feel bad. What if you never develop any feelings for her? What if she stops showing up to the cafe? What if you accidentally do something that triggers the entire famiglia to go after you?

In the midst of your thoughts, something dark emerges from deep inside you. A devil. It sits on your shoulder and whispers into your ear, “What if this is your chance to get out of here? She has money. You need money. It’s a match made in… well, ya know?”

…..

Your blank face breaks into a smile, an expression Lyn hasn’t seen before but is entranced by, as you place your hand onto hers.

“I would love to.”

-----🔔-----

[A month later…]

You hadn't expected to enjoy going out on dates with her, but you were sure glad that you said yes.

“(Y/n)! Look what I got for you!” Lyn excitedly says, holding a neatly wrapped box for you over your shoulder.

“Another one?” you chuckle, accepting the gift as she hugs you from behind and nuzzles the back of your neck. “Designer clothes. Designer bags. Luxuries cars. Lyn-Lyn, you're spoiling me too much. You're going to go bankrupt!”

She shakes her head, her hair tickles the back of your neck. “Mm mm mm mm. You're not being spoiled, you're being pampered! By me. Your loving, romantic girlfriend. Who regards you dearly very, very much! Forget about the money. Just let me enjoy spending it on you.”

You giggle and place a hand on her cheek, turning your head so you can share a kiss with her. Of course, Lyn starts planting lots of kisses on your face afterwards, like the lovely puppy she is.

You both fall into bed, full of laughter and joy until you both settle down to cuddle with each other. With your fingers interlocked with hers, Lyn gazes into yours with so much adoration, it makes you shy. You turn away and hide your face against the pillow.

“(Y/n), look at me,” she whispers.

You refuse, for a moment, but you make eye contact. You both gaze into each other's eyes, lovingly, until Lyn breaks the silence.

“I love you, (Y/n).

It makes you freeze, hearing those three words fall from her mouth for the first time in this relationship.

What shocks you more is that… well…

The thing is… normally… 

You're… supposed to say it back, right?

You open your mouth but not a single noise leaves it. You avert your eyes in shame, biting your lip.

Why can't I say it? you think. After all she's done for me so far?

…..

“I-It's okay, (Y/n),” Lyn suddenly says, making you look at her. Her eyes and voice are filled with sadness. “I… I know… that it takes time for a person to develop feelings for someone. I mean, it took time for me to realize my feelings too, and… I did ask you out knowing that you might not… reciprocate my feelings. At least, not yet. That's why people date, right? To get to know each other and hopefully fall in love. S-so… I'll wait for you. Besides, we’ve only dated for a month, right? I’ll do my best to make you fall in love with me. Okay? Prepare yourself~”

You nod, happy that Lyn still wants to be with you even if you can't say those three words back to her yet.

-----🔔-----

[Some time later…]

“Who are you talking to?”

You look up from your phone. “Oh! One of my old coworkers. He was just asking how I'm doing now since I've left the cafe. Thanks to you,” you answer, with a playful smile.

Lyn’s face doesn't share your expression. “Oh. Okay.”

You pout, wondering what's going on with Lyn lately. She'd catch you on the phone, ask you who you're talking to, and then ignore you until she finds something else to ask. It’s unnerving…

You crawl towards her on the bed and ask, “Lyn, I know you're upset. Do you want to talk about it?”

Lyn looks at you, looks away, and then looks back at you again before she leans forward and catches your lips with a kiss. She pushes you down onto the bed before releasing you from her lips and just looks at you.

Her eyes move from your eyes to your lips to your exposed collarbone before going back up to your eyes. She sighs before laying her entire weight on you, her head nestled in the crook of your neck.

“Lyn?”

“I love you, (Y/n)... Do you love me?”

“I…” Your voice catches in your throat for nth time.

You feel her breath as she sighs. “I know.”

Tears start to fill up your eyes out of frustration. “I'm sorry…”

She pops back on her elbows, worried. “Oh no, it's okay. Shh shh. It's okay. (Y/n). My (Y/n). I'm sorry,” she coos, caressing your cheek and wiping your tears.

For some reason, no matter what she does, nothing could spark you to say those three damned words. It isn't your fault but…

It’s starting to drive her insane.

[im2tired4usernames]

Ugh I was excited for today until I found out I'd have to spend it with people that actively make me hate being alive hate the future and drain me off all energy physically mentally spiritually like a vampire I can't stand to be around her she is the definition of stupidity and even then that's generous as fuck this bitch has filled her brain with so much garbage I watch her brain cells die at alarming rates every single time she uses her vocal cords her giggles make me want to jam a sewing needle into my ear repeatedly so I can never have to hear it again its a friendly reminder that my parents decisions this time my dad's constantly makes me want to die

[ilovespec]

Silly HD's for Malene Reinhardt (yandere boxer) ❤❤

- She totally watched My little pony. And yes, her favorite pony is AppleJack(???)

- One day, she ate a pigeon out of hunger (it was in her ""penultimate"" year at her university)

- She has not finished her studies at the University yet, and because of this, her grades often deteriorate due to competitions.

- She loves cats and crows.

- Once she drank to spite her older sister (Ricarda Reinhardt, yandere drug lord) whole bottle of her expensive absent , and because of this, she had delirium tremens and almost went out the window from the 10th floor..💀💀

- After lectures, she feeds street animals and birds.

- She doesn't really like children.

- She wasn't really brought up, so she often has to explain even the dumbest and simplest things..

- Can do breakdance 😎😎😎 (sigma......)

- She has a scar on her ass, due to the fact that during a fight she accidentally ran a knife in her fucking ass......

- She used to practice folk dancing and could play the balalaika, but now she can no longer dance. But she often plays the balalaika, lol.

- She grew up in Siberia .

And silly art of Malene 😎😎😎😎

(Translation: Do you have something against my T-shirt???)

[yandere-daze]

I love it!! I think you really hit the nail on the head here, Klavier would be clingy and delusional but deep down he does kind of realize that this isn't right because of his strong morals.

Omg I love the thought of him just composing like 20 songs that are so obviously about you and his band mates just groan whenever he brings another one of his new songs they just have to learn how to play know

Hi there, hope you're doing well! May I request some Klavier Gavin general headcanons? Thanks in advance☺!!! I love the aesthetic here by the way 👀

･ ｡ﾟ☆ 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐁𝐄

[♡]ー ꒱・！CHARACTER！:: KLAVIER GAVIN.

✧.* gender/pronouns ─ 'You' pronouns

✧.* prompt ─ Yandere Klavier Gavin Headcanons

✩.* note ─ I'm doing fine thank you mod 'thena, hbu, but tadaa here it is!! I tried my best to get his character on point so sorry if there were some lines that weren't like him (￣□￣」) but overall I think this is pretty good, AND THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENT I APPRECIATE IT VERY VERY MUCH (´｡• ω •｡`) ♡♡♡♡

✩.* TRIGGER WARNINGS ─ SPOILERS FOR AJ CASE 5, Unhealthy Thinking, Unhealthy Action, Mentions of Mindbreak/Suic*de, OOC(?), Google Translated German (im very sorry T-T), Mention of "Fräulein" a German fem term and Lack of Privacy

• Klavier is Delusional yet so Self-Aware. Fräulein is fighting back and yelling at him? Oh, they're just probably having a bad day, here my love has some cup of tea while he sings you a love song in German on his guitar, that should probably relax you now ja? 

• Unlike his older brothers Kristoph who keeps things very secretive about any personal things, Klavier isn't ashamed to show off his liebling to the public. 

• When it comes to stalking, Klavier probably has cameras all over your town and your house, the only room he doesn't put a camera on is your restroom and bedroom. Whenever Klavier is having a bad day like his guitar broke, or even set on fire, the stage performance was horrible; the only way for him to stop nagging at his bandmates, is for him to check on you, from the cameras he installed to calm him down. 

• Klavier may be delusional but he has this little spark in him knowing that this isn't right, but can you blame him he want to be selfish once in a while, especially what happening during his brothers trails, he looked up to his brother only for the ugly truth to show up and smack him in the face, and the pain he felt hurted him till the core. So from there on he forced his delusional tendencies so he'll never feel that pain ever again. 

• Klavier loves pampering you with kisses, expensive accessories and etcetera, he's also extremely touch and hugs you and kisses you even if you're obviously uncomfortable by it and keep pushing him away. 

• Given by Klavier passion over music and as the lead singer of the "Gavinners' ' he made a whole album dedicated to you, and all the genres you liked are there, he's gonna subconsciously bring you up at every conversation he's at. Please save Ema and Daryan from their misery. 

• Klavier isn't one to abuse his power as a singer and a prosecutor because he has a very strong sense of morals, but if he ever finds out that you have a lover, his strong sense of morality breaks like brittle guitar strings, he wouldn't hesitate to sweet talk your way out of that relationship, but if you're that loyal to your lover he will have to take a bigger step. Klavier is obviously a famous celebrity both in the media and the law world, and everything he does may have an impact, so imagine one day a very famous singer and prosecutor spread some nasty things about your lover, it will spread like wildfire. And with that, it can ruin both of your reputations, but Klavier so graciously wasn't done yet. Klavier knows that his older brother; Kristoph is a bad person, but he learned one crucial fact about him during his trial, "Once you start it, you must finish it no matter what, "which means he's not done yet. After spreading nasty stuff about your lover that may have caused them to lose their job, your lover will be blackmailed to break up with you or just push into insanity, to commit suicide.

• Klavier may be mostly shown as a cool, nice, "go with the flow" kind of a guy, but deep down his down to perfection, like shown in Case 3, he get pissed even in the smallest detail. So when he's gonna kidnap you, he's making a plan, he knows your schedule so he knows what time and day to strike at you and kidnap you but when something minor happens like you going to the convenience store even though you should be at your house right now, he's going to stop at his plan and do it another day. 

• Klavier thinks he's not that clingy he thinks to himself, but in reality, if he doesn't have or feel your touch in less than a second, everyone around him must have to deal with a whiny and kind-off rude Klavier, so most of the time his co-workers always convince you to always be with him.  himself is harmless to you, but if he would harm everyone else around him just for your touch he yearns for it.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Animal Farm: Tuesdays

Three Yandere Dog Men x Gender Neutral Reader

CW: Noncon, knotting, nonhuman genitals, cum swallowing, spitroasting, biting, male harem, dog men, reader fucked silly, general yandere behavior, licking, scent marking Word Count: 555 (The next long awaited installment in my farm series. I hope you all love it. <3 I did not bother having this beta read, sorry for any mistakes. The original fic can be found HERE along with the links to the other installments)

You were still tired from the thorough orgy that the harpies had given. At least they provided you with plenty of gentle aftercare. But now it was Tuesday. And that meant that you were the property of the dog-men. Another day in the endless cycle of being a cumdump for horny monster men. You really dreaded time with the dogs. They always ended up biting the hell out of your neck. You entered the small cabin that the dog men inhabited and one of the cat men, Lionel, came stumbling out with a dazed look on his face and cum dribbling down his thighs. Good… maybe that would mean there urges were already taken care o- Your train of thought was interrupted when you were thrown on the bed by the most assertive of the three dog men, the one that had the ears and tail of s German Shepherd, Thorn. His claws slid under your waist band and partially pulled down to reveal your hole which he lapped at like a treat. “Fuck, I have been waiting a week for this farmer~” Apparently breeding Lionel did nothing to quell the desire to bury their knots in you. When he got tired of fucking you with his tongue he slid his dick in to the base, the bone in it jabbed you painfully until it mercifully swelled to full size. The stretch was only mildly uncomfortable. After bringing you to climax his knot inflated in you and kept the two of you tied with him periodically humping gently to enjoy the sweet friction against his knot as he plied you full of his hot seed. He gave your neck a quick bite before sliding out of you and then before you knew it one of the other two, this time the husky-like dog man, Corr, was slamming into you. But the third, Len, the fluffy one that had the features of a Newfoundland, couldn’t wait his turn. So while Corr was busy breeding your overstimulated hole Len took it upon himself to slide past your soft lips. The smell of his musky cock filled your nostrils as his nuts slapped your chin with every thrust. You whimpered and moaned lustfully into his cock as Corr started to knot you. Corr bit you on your shoulders and back as he began the long process of slowly depositing cum in waves into you as dog men did. Your body shook as you came again, but you started gagging a bit as Len knotted in your mouth. His dick twitched periodically as it sent another wave of bitter cum down your throat, leaving you no other option but to swallow. If you thought you were done you were sorely mistaken. Thorn had gotten hard again and plunged his cock right back into your now cum-lubed hole the second Corr had pulled out of it. A few hours later, when the fuck fest was finally done, the dog men all turned very loving and gentle. They licked you clean of their seed and bathed you, but they rubbed your clothes with their scent before allowing you to get dressed again. They spent the rest of the day feeding, cuddling, and caring for their little mate who was too dazed and tired from all the sex to really do much.

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Yes, Konig

👑Pairing(s)👑→Yandere Konig x male reader ⚠CW (DEAD DOVE WARNING INCLUDED)⚠→ gay, gay-sex, yandere Konig, possessive behavior, possessive Konig, obsessed Konig, stalking, NONCON smut, dubious content, top Konig, bottom male reader, dildo play, fingering, kidnapping, size kink, bondage, handcuffs, Konig forces you to ride a dildo, and he jerks off to it. He is really fucked up in this.  👑Rating👑→ Explicit 👑Requested👑→ Yes

���Word count👑→ 4.1k

👑Summary👑→ Konig has had feelings for you since you were both children. His crush turned dark after you stopped communicating with him. After he retired from the military, he was ready to bring you home with him. He wasn’t going to tolerate your disobedience.

Read before continuing: IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT CONTINUE READING! DEAD DOVE IS INCLUDING! NONCON AND DUBIOUS CONTENT IS IN THIS!

This fic may not represent how Konig is in the game or follow the in-game timeline! The English-German dialogue is trash. 

Konig loves you, he does. He would do anything for you, protect you from the ravages of the world and care for you. However, something changed in him, something you never expected from the man you considered to be your best friend. 

xxx

You were Konig's foundation, a rock on which he could lean and a safe haven. You were the only one who understood him, gave him emotional support when no one else did and protected him from others. Truly an amazing person.

Konig remembered that day perfectly. If little people in his brain controlled his emotions and collected memories, like from that one movie, then you were a core memory. You had your own island completely devoted to you and everything about you. 

He was being bullied. The other kids were poking fun at him and humiliating him, teasing him for something he couldn’t control. Konig could only cry and hold himself as he endured their abuse. But that all stopped when a prominent voice ranged through the heckling. 

“Leave him alone! I’ll get the teacher!” you said as you approached the group of boys, pushing them away from the whimpering body. The boys ran off, fearing they would be tattled to the teacher. Konig could hear the footsteps leaving and another pair approaching him. He looked up and saw you peering down on him, your face forever engraved in his memory. Then your voice spoke to him, soft and angelic, causing him to calm down. 

“Are you okay? Here,” you said, reaching your hand out to Konig, gesturing for Konig to grab on. When Konig’s hand made contact with yours, he felt electricity surging through him. His eyes widened with something he couldn’t explain as he looked into yours. Konig was in a daze as he lost himself in your eyes, enamoured by you until your voice snapped him out of his trance. 

“My name is Y/n! What’s yours?” 

xxx

You and Konig became the best of friends. After you saved him that day, he began following you around and talking only with you. You would invite him over for sleepovers or to play games. Konig felt complete; you were the missing piece. Whenever he needed emotional support, he would go to you in a heartbeat. He would do everything with you. 

Being a child, Konig didn’t understand the feelings he had towards you. It was only when he turned the ripe age of fourteen that he realized two things: he’s gay and he loves you. He didn’t know if you were gay either, but you told him a couple of days later. Konig was ecstatic! Now he knows you would accept him if he were to confess his feelings! Yet, the fear of rejection prevailed and Konig hid his true feelings. 

Konig was a teenager when he realized his feelings, but his growth spurt happened. He grew taller and gained muscle mass, outgrowing you by a long shot. His hormones were also out of control. He would find himself jerking off to thoughts of you, wishing he could touch you and hold you in his arms. Konig wanted to do so much with you, but you were oblivious. 

You were also oblivious to other suitors. Konig would find himself staring or glaring at anyone who spoke with you. He often used intimidation tactics, and given how he was much bigger than everyone else, it often worked. He didn’t want you to have other friends! Only he can be your friend! Only he was worthy of you and everything to do with you!

Things changed when he turned seventeen. Konig wanted to join the military, hoping you would follow in his path, but that wasn’t the case. You wanted a career in [insert random career] and already got accepted into your dream university. When Konig heard those words, he felt his world shatter. The large man hid his emotions, but on the inside he was in turmoil. His heart was racing and his mind was flooded with reasons why you were straying away from him. You two were meant to be together! Together through everything! You gave him that promise. 

“Y/n... I was thinking we could go to the military together! Du musst nicht auf diese Universität gehen… (You don't have to go to that university…)” Konig begged as he tried to convince you to join him. He didn’t want to be separated from you. Why couldn’t you see that? You remained firm in your decision and struck down any attempts Konig made trying to convince you otherwise. 

“For the last time, I really wanna be [insert random career]!” You said, getting up and looking directly into Konig’s eyes. An awkward silence fell over you two, tension that was unseen ever since you both met. The only sounds were Konig’s annoyed breathing and your sniffling. After a couple of minutes, Konig left without a word. You watched as his larger frame disappeared into the distance. 

This was the first real argument Konig has had with you. He left as he didn’t want to harm you or make himself look bad in front of you. Once he returned home, the large man slammed the door to his room and began yelling, even punching a hole in the wall. He only saw red as he released his anger and frustration before calming down. Konig was breathing heavily, collapsing onto the ground as he cried. 

He rambled on that he didn’t want to be alone. He didn’t want to be away from you. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. His parents were gone for the day and wouldn’t be back for a while. Konig assumes it's you at the door. He made himself look proper, not wanting you to know he had an outburst. The large man opened the door to see you standing before him, his eyes softened as he admired you. 

“Hey… sorry about what happened. I promise I’ll always stay in contact with you,” you said, smiling at Konig. You planned on sending him letters every week while the large man was deployed. Konig felt his heart melt and flutter. It was a good compromise. “Versprechen Sie das? Sie werden in Kontakt bleiben?” you nodded, giving Konig your word. 

As long as you stayed in contact, it’ll all be fine.

xxx

You broke your promise. 

Konig thought you forgot, not bad, he’ll wait until next week. But the next week turned to another week, then another week. Weeks turned to months, then a year. Konig was livid. Did you forget he existed? Maybe something happened? Not possible, he would’ve found out some way if something were to happen to you. Once he realized you cut contact with him, he became more aggressive with recruits and messages. He became more bloodthirsty, something his comrades thought wasn’t possible. After everything you and Konig have been through, did you discard him like trash? No, that can’t be. 

He did make new friends while being in the military, but none of them were at your level. You are very special to him and more than a friend. They could never understand what he was feeling. Konig came to terms with it after a year, but you’ll always be in his mind. 

You sent Konig messages a week after he left and continued for the next five years. However, life got rough and you found yourself consumed by work. You forgot to send Konig letters due to the workload of the university and your side job. You hoped Konig wasn’t crashing out… you’ll message Konig after things calmed down. 

xxx

For the past few months, you have felt uneasy. It feels like someone is watching or stalking you. As time goes on, a sick feeling forms in your stomach. You find your things missing, only to find them a few days later with a thick white substance on them. Some objects in your house have also been moved, and a distinct cologne smell wafts through the air; a strong and familiar smell. 

The last straw was when you awoke in the middle of the night. Your eyes were distorted, and as you adjusted your sight, your peripheral vision picked up something: a large male figure, shrouded in darkness. He was wearing a military uniform and a hood. Your body was frozen as you stared at the figure, but suddenly it dashed towards you. 

Whoever the intruder was, he was fast and strong. You didn’t have a chance before you were put into a hold and a rag placed on your nose. The chloroform flooded your senses as it slowly put you to sleep. After a couple of minutes, you were knocked out. 

Konig smiled devilishly as he looked at your body, puny in his grasp—all the more reason to protect you and bring you home with him. After twenty years of military service, he could finally touch and hold you. His thumb rubbed your lips. You looked older but still the same as when he left. 

He forgives you for cutting contact with him and forgetting him! After returning home, Konig used some military connections to find your exact location. Modern technology is truly a blessing. He found out you were experiencing a rou

gh time—more reasons for you to be with him! He can use his military salary to satisfy all your needs and desires, and of course, you won’t have to work anymore. 

He stalked all your social media accounts, watching everything that was going on in your life. He even hacked into your private messages with other people. In his absence, he saw that you had some suitors. Using some good ol’ intimidation tactics and other methods, he scared them away. 

When the time came for him to bring you home, he didn’t anticipate that you would wake up so suddenly. Thankfully he carried a rag and chloroform with him. He still had to wait five minutes before you succumbed. It was either that or giving a direct blow to the head, and Konig didn’t want to hurt you.

„Mein Liebling... ich bin hier. Hier, um dich zu beschützen und zu lieben.“ ("My darling... I'm here. Here to protect and love you.") Konig mumbles as he lovingly strokes your head. He pulls his hood a little and presses a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

It was going to be smooth sailing from there! Surely you were gonna accept this.

xxx

It wasn’t smooth

When you awoke, you found one of your hands chained to a bedpost. You were still disoriented from last night, but now you know it wasn’t a dream. Your eyes dashed across the unfamiliar room as your breathing quickened from panicking. The clanking and rattling of the chains bounced off the walls as you desperately tried to free yourself, but the metal dug into your skin. 

“W-what’s the meaning of this? Why am I here?” you spoke to yourself as you tried figuring who would do something like this to you. Your answer came when the door opened and a familiar face walked through. 

Konig leaned down and walked through the doorway. He was wearing a mask and civilian clothing. You could see the large man was smiling underneath his mask. “K-Konig…? Is that really you?” you said with hope in your voice. You start to control your breathing, thinking the man was here to save you. 

Your friend looked different, but you still recognized him. You thought he was already large and muscular, but you guess being in the military heightened that. Konig was double your size and height, truly a beast of a man.

“Yes, mein Schatz.” You didn’t waste a moment and began begging him to save you. “Konig! Somebody kidnapped me–” you were cut off. “Shhh, Liebling. I didn't kidnap you! I'm just... protecting you!” Konig said, trying to convince you he was doing a favor. To him, this wasn’t kidnapping, it was protection and love. He didn’t want evil people to put their grubby hands on you or for anyone to taint you! No, he was protecting from the ravages of the world and corrupt people! 

Yet Konig was the corrupt person he was talking about. He intended to corrupt you and make you his submissive little house husband. However, the Austrian man didn’t see it like that. 

You looked at Konig confused and shocked. The way he was looking at you, a crazed look. It's something you've never seen in him. This wasn’t the Konig you knew! Was he always like this? Why didn’t you notice this before? Your mind was flooded with possibilities until the large man's voice cut through your thoughts. 

“I'm sorry about the chains, darling. Just a... precaution... if you're a good boy, I'll let you roam freely,” Konig said with his thick German accent. You need to escape. Yet, you have to consider how Konig might react… 

Six months later.

That’s how long it's been. You wondered if your loved ones were looking for you, but Konig quickly crushed that. Using some connections he made during his time in the military, your workplace mysteriously suffered a catastrophe. Tons of casualties, you were one of them, your body wasn’t recovered. 

While Konig was sleeping beside you, his large muscular body was pressing against you as he nuzzled into your neck. You could feel him inhaling your scent, it was stomach twisting. You softly cried to yourself, you were considered dead to your loved ones. There’s no one you could turn to. Konig was the only one…

You obeyed Konig like the good husband you are– you say husband because the Austrian man forced you to sign marriage documents, legally making you his husband. Konig was good… he spoiled you rotten, but if he sees any signs of disobedience, he lashes out. Sometimes punishing you with ass slaps, no food for a day, or forcing himself on you. 

It was hell. 

Konig freed you from your bondage, thinking you learned to behave and learned your lesson. While freed and able to walk around the house, you looked for ways to escape. The man had this place fortified: secured locked windows, security cameras, and movement detection systems. You were going to find a way out. 

xxx

„Liebling! I've returned from the market!” Konig's thick voice echoed through the empty spaces as he walked into the kitchen and dropped off the groceries. He waited for you to come down the stairs, but nothing. He didn’t hear shuffling, suspicious. The Austrian man walked upstairs, his loud footsteps sending quakes across the wood as he approached a door. 

Kicking the door open, breaking the wooden door off its hinges, Konig examined the room, his breathing and anger starting to rise. He threw everything onto the floor, trashing the room until it looked unrecognizable. “That little… Hure!” (Whore!) Konig roared as he raced out of the bedroom. 

“No… NO! This can’t be happening!” Konig yelled as his breathing hitched and cracked. „Warum solltest du mich verlassen? I thought you were finally warming up to me." Konig's voice got louder as he punched the wall repeatedly, his knuckles bloody before turning and wrecking the living room. He rampaged for a few minutes before collapsing. 

"I can't lose you darling… einsam... Ich will nicht allein sein!” (Lonely... I don't wanna be alone!)” Konig said as his voice broke. The pain of being alone when he was a child was resurfacing. He had his parents, but he wanted someone else. You just so happened to come along and gave Konig what he wanted. His sadness and grief were replaced by determination to get you back, and anger for leaving him. His younger self disappeared. 

„Nein... er gehört zu mir! ("No... he belongs to me!) Only me! He can't leave me... I'll drag him back! Show him who he belongs to!" Konig says as he gets up, pulling a tracking device from his pocket. He had the bright idea of putting a chip in all your clothing– just in case you got the idea of escaping. 

Bingo– he found your exact location. 

He was gonna teach you a lesson. 

Your lungs were burning as adrenaline coursed through your body. Every ragged breath felt like it was burning you from the inside. Your feet were burning with pain and agony– every part of your lower body was on fire. Your body and clothing were dirty from being scratched and falling over rocks in the forest. None of that deterred you– not when he was coming. 

The taste of freedom was sweet, but it was short-lived. 

The sounds of your ragged breathing and footsteps became overshadowed by heavier footsteps swiftly closing in on your location. A booming voice that cut through the empty forest. “Liebling… why must you run from me?” His voice sent shivers down your spine as your body went into overdrive. Your heartbeat hammered in your ears, attempting to drown out any other noise except his pursuit. You didn’t look back and kept running forward, but didn’t pay attention to the uneven terrain. 

You slipped and fell, your head slamming against the ground. Your vision was becoming disoriented as you tried getting back up. Pain surged through your body as you looked to see your leg bent in the wrong way. You screamed in agony and cried in pain as you still attempted to get up. 

A large shadow overshadowed yours. Your eyes widen, turning around to be met with the disapproving look on Konig’s face. Pulling whatever strength you had, you dug your fingers into the dirt trying to pull your body away. Konig scoffed at the pathetic sight and took a few steps, his large hand grabbing and snatching your head. 

“Poor little schlampe… (bitch…)” Konig mumbled with fake sympathy. He coos teasingly as he soothed you. He was mocking you. You soon found your body being lifted into his strong arms as he carried you back to hell. All the adrenaline and rebellion in your body dissipated as your soft cries filled the air. 

xxx (THE NONCON SMUT STARTS HERE!)

You were in a daze, staring at the wall as Konig’s large rough hands cleaned your body. Patching all your wounds and cuts, even dealing with your bent leg. The soft sound of the running water filled the quiet room before the Austrian man cut it off. Your body remained tense and on high alert– something was off. 

Konig dries you off, but doesn’t give you clothing and takes you to the bedroom. Suddenly, your hands were forced behind your back. You could hear the sound of handcuffs being pulled out of Konig’s pocket, then the piece of metal locked around both of your wrists. You tried to struggle, but the Austrian man controlled your movement. 

When the door opened, the bedroom was still trashed, but there was a large thick dildo standing up right. Your eyes widened with fear as Konig pushed you forward. “On the bed.” his voice rippled with authority as he stared down at you. Not wanting to defy him, you followed his command. 

Your naked body pressed against the soft sheets, but you didn’t bask in the feeling. The dildo stood intimidatingly, you can guess what Konig is gonna make you do. You looked at the man with fear as he sat on the chair.

“Smart Junge (boy). You already know what to do. Go ahead, unless you need some motivation.” Konig said with a grunt. He leans back, pulling a knife out and dancing it around his hand. His blue eyes staring into yours with a dark glint and a hint of arousal swimming around in them. The Austrian man dared you to disobey him. 

You gulped as you nervously grabbed the dildo; it felt heavy in your palms. You can tell that this was an exact replica of Konig’s dick. Holding it in place as you positioned yourself over it, the feeling of the silicon touching your bare skin sent shivers through your body. Soft sounds of whimpers and whines escaped your mouth as you tried to get it inside, but you were failing. 

Konig watched and sighed with annoyance as he got up from his seat. “Is it that hard”, Konig thought to himself as he grabbed your trembling body, laying you down on the bed. You started panicking as the strong Austrian man held you down. “N-no! I-I can do it! Stop!” you cried and begged, but Konig didn’t care. 

„Warum musst du mich auf die Probe stellen, kleiner Junge?“ ("Why must you test me, baby boy?") Konig said as he frowned under his hood. Why must you be resilient? He’s only teaching you a lesson! Why can’t you see that? No matter, he’ll just keep doing this until you learn to love! He’s gotta break any type of rebellious thoughts. 

After some struggling, the Austrian man shoved the large, thick dildo inside. Your screams filled the room as your hole was stretched to its limits. The searing pain coursed through your body as your nerves were lit on fire. Tears rolled down your face as you tried moving away from Konig, which led to the man slapping your thighs until they turned red. 

“See? Wasn’t that hard.” Konig said sickly as he grinned manically under his mask. He began thrusting the dildo without letting you adjust. You began crying and begging for the Austrian man to stop. The silicon rubbing and burning your anal walls, the cockhead ramming into your guts. No matter how loud you screamed, nobody was coming to your aid. 

Konig could feel his cock hardening in his pants. Your voice– cries of agony– were music to his ears. His free hand rubbed his bulge as he released a deep groan. „Verdammte Scheiße... du bist so heiß, Liebling.“ ("Fucking hell... you're so hot darling.") the Austrian man mumbled as he unzipped his pants, whipping out his large, thick cock. He stroked it to full length as he watched you cry underneath him. 

“P-please! I’m sorry… I’m sorry! Please stop!” you begged, gripping the bed sheets. The pain slowly transitioned to pleasure as the dildo’s cockhead rammed into your prostate. The bundle of nerves being repeatedly abused caused your brain to send blood to your cock. You felt ashamed that you were getting hard from this. 

Konig didn’t listen to your pleas, stroking his cock faster and thrusting the dildo faster. The sounds of your cries and screams died down as your vocal cords were sore. Fapping and the balls of the dildo slapping against your cheeks replaced that sound. Konig groans as he fucked his hand faster, his heavy balls slapping against his hand as he could feel his orgasm approaching.

You look up at Konig with eyes lidded, red with tear stains running down your face. You couldn’t believe this was the same man you’ve been friends with since childhood. Your mind was flooded with what happened, and why did this happen? That dark corner in your mind spoke, suggesting that you were a catalyst. Maybe you were the catalyst, maybe not.

The Austrian man's breath hitched as he gave a final thrust. Thick ropes of pearly white cum spurted out his cockhead slit, painting your face and hair with his load. Konig gave a deep grunt, looking down at your disheveled body. He looked at your body with satisfaction as he pulled the large dildo out. Konig grinned wickedly as he looked at some droplets of blood staining the silicon toy. 

“Have you learned your lesson, Liebling?” Konig says as he forces you to look at him. Wiping away his cum as he waited for your answer. Maybe he broke you enough so you would no longer disobey him. You gave your final answer with a broken and raspy voice. 

“Yes… Konig.”

THE END

A/N: Wow… this was a lot. I do NOT endorse this type of behavior! Well, this is my first time writing noncon smut.  TAGLIST: @hiddens-eden @spnfanboy777 @buckyshusband0 @zamfam4272 @raspberryyuuki @maxxioislost @furiousflowercreation @ghostking4m @sluttyhusband @wolf-knights @your-cow-boy @mack-thedork @geminiflanagan69 @starboye @boypied Very special thanks to my proofreader; @sagethegaywitch Join my taglist!

[wordsofyore]

Yandere Neighbor! Konig x Fem. Reader

You are used to cooking for your whole family, but now that you live alone, you find yourself inexplicably cooking more food than you need, and given the limited space in your second-hand fridge, you decide to just share the extra bites with your giant, quiet neighbor.

He's... intimidating, what with his height (seriously, you don't think you've seen anyone this tall), and the weird dark hood covering his face. But those eyes, those sad, baby blue eyes does something to you. He goes from this titan-who-can-singlehandedly-crush-your-skull image to an oversized, unloved stray dog in your mind, once you actually get to interact with him.

The poor guy seems like he's struggling to come up with a reply when you shove a whole box of freshly cooked spaghetti to his face with an apologetic smile, explaining the situation. You see his eyes widen before hesitantly accepting the dish, his calloused hand accidentally brushing against yours in the process. You can't help but feel your cheeks heat up at the contact. Clearing your throat, you take the chance to finally introduce yourself properly. He murmurs your name under his breath, and you don't question the rather strange name he gives you in return. You're curious, but decide it's best to not get too deep into someone else's business. It's good enough for you to not feel the awkwardness when you pass by each other in the hallways, exchanging nods and smiles (at least you do, anyways).

There's this one time you can't open a jar of pickles, and just as you start missing the way you could rely on your dad for things like this, you suddenly remember Konig. It's a little embarrassing, but you decide it was well worth the effort, just for the sake of satisfying your cravings. So you pad over to his door, knock twice on his door, and he's right before you, looking down at you with what you discern is a mix of curiosity and confusion. You explain your predicament, and he's immediately reaching out for the jar and opens it with a single try. You blush under his now amused gaze, thanking him under your breath before you head back to your apartment with your tail tucked between your legs (you end up sharing some food out of goodwill just a bit later).

Neighbor Konig is useful to have around, to say the very least. He fixes your leaking pipes, and kills bugs for you when you're too freaked out to go near one. You feel some reassurance knowing he's nearby, especially when you realize someone's stalking you, breaking into your apartment, and sifting through your clothes (you were sure you were missing a pair of panties or two).

It's especially scary when you wake up and find your window open all the way when you were sure you had it closed tight the night before. Your landlord merely shrugs helplessly when you ask for extra security, and they're still just as useless when some pipe bursts in your unit, leaving the place flooded and the little worldly possessions you have water-damaged. But that's when your personal hero shows up, your giant, blue-eyed neighbor, offering you a place to tuck your head in while your place gets fixed up. You can't help but hug the guy as you feel yourself break down under all the stress. In return, he says something in German as he gently pats your back.

It's... nice, to have someone around you as you settle into a temporary routine. You both cook side by side in the kitchen, share meals and stories, and watch TV or play board games in the evenings. All is well and good until you sort out the shared laundry and find the missing underwear. At least, you think it's the one you owned... but Konig was a pleasant guy, surely he wouldn't... Sure, you don't ever hear him mentioning any girlfriends or anything of the sort, but maybe, just maybe, it was something someone left behind at his place. Yeah, that could very well be the case, you shouldn't assume the worst, especially when the guy was looking out for you like this...

To Konig, you are a little ray of sunshine. A beacon of hope and light and all things sweet and fragile in his bleak existence. He had more or less accepted that he would live out the rest of his life as an outcast, ignored and feared and ridiculed. To have been noticed by a sweet, shy thing like you was already more than he deserved. To get a taste of what it'd be like to have a little wife, he should say it was enough, but... it wasn't. No, rather, it opened the gates to a chasm inside of him that wanted to devour you whole and not leave a crumb behind for anyone else.

So, please forgive him for all the things he's doing to catch you in his net. Sure, he was a dirty old colonel who kills people for money, but he sure as hell can take care of a pretty little thing like you, give you the life you deserve, free from worries about bills and shitty bosses. Free from having to deal with boys who won't treat you nice. You wouldn't mind him putting a few bullets through their heads, would you?

[hellsslibrary]

I love love Ness sm mhmmdmsn could you write a fic ab him

I know he's a jealous person so I've been thinking, what if the story was like Ness being jealous and bratty because they might've seen dom!reader talking or being buddies with one person and then the reader saw him being like that and reassured them with praises and mentions of breeding ? He's just the cutest guy ever......

You are absolutely perfect in my eyes, you know? Beautiful smile, tiny waist, thighs like fucking space rockets, you can take my dick, you can laugh at my stupid jokes. And you still think I would go fuck some slut? Don't be ridiculous (my husband provides the quotes, yay)

MASTERLIST is here.

#a.n. : absolutely right!! Ness deserves the best, so everything here is very tender, loving and affectionate.

!!Warnings: SOFTdom!male!reader, sub!bottom!Ness, lots of praise, unprotected sex, implied mpreg??? (sorry, I need this), Ness has fucking thick thighs, Ness cries harder than a newborn baby, kinda yandere vibes from Ness if you squint.

"[Your name], it's too much... Please..." Ness whispers, digging his nails into your back as his face buries itself in the crook of your shoulder.

His entire body is tense as a string. His thighs wrap around your waist, practically crushing it. Tears of pleasure are running down his cheeks as he nearly chokes on them. Spit drips from the corner of his mouth, looking like ice under the direct rays of light. Fuck, he's so beautiful.

"Honey, I just put my dick in... Don't worry so much, okay? You're doing great," you whisper and he nods, trying to relax, feeling your dick inside him not move, letting him get used to the sensation.

He lets go of you and lies back down on the pillows, looking at you through his tears. The German sobs when he sees how your eyes sparkle with admiration for him, how they run over his body, practically eating every inch of his physique, how your hands caress him as if he were the most expensive and fragile porcelain... Or maybe it's just the glare from his fucking tears, who knows.

"Can I move or wait?" you ask and Ness bites his lip thoughtfully, grabbing the sheets almost instinctively, fingering the white fabric with his fingers, and then nods.

"Yes, continue... Please, continue."

A loud moan escapes Alexis's lips, even too loud, considering that this is the first round and especially the first thrust, but oh well.

You continue your slow, shallow thrusts, watching his face pucker in pleasure at every movement inside him. You don't even have to hit his prostate and you swear he's going to come watching.

Your hand slides down to his thigh, squeezing the thick muscle, making him sigh and squeeze you tighter between his legs. It makes you push too hard, eliciting a whine from him.

"Shh, I didn't mean to. Relax, Ness. I'm here, it's okay," your fingers slide gently over his skin, your other hand sliding down his stomach and lower, wrapping around his cock.

The sensation is too much for him. He feels the familiar knot in his stomach, the feeling that makes him know he's going to come humiliatingly fast. That reflexive arch of his back that makes a smile bloom on your face that's too attractive to him. And he cums almost at the same second, which makes you just blink like an owl.

That's fast even for him...

"Do you want to continue? I haven't filled you up yet, you know? After all, whose hole can hold all of me, hm?"

Ness's eyes widen almost immediately, as if there was no orgasm and his fingers are clenching the sheets too tightly when he remembers that face. The fucking face of that guy who was clinging to you a couple of hours ago.

He was even ready to beat him up, if you hadn't very politely sent him to fuck off, saying that you have your own little meow meow, and you don't need another, especially such an ugly one. But Ness still doubted, so much doubted himself.

So he nodded immediately. His heels pressed into your lower back, forcing you to press into him as he wrapped his arms around your neck again and kissed your chin a few times, clumsily.

"Do it. Make me pregnant. Now."

Oh, that's hot.

You obey, drawing a satisfied groan from him, causing him to fall back onto the pillows, starting to cry from the sensations, which were now accompanied by an orgasm.

It's true, really. Who else but Ness could take that cock? Who could satisfy you like him? Who could evoke such positive emotions and reactions in you? Absolutely no one, simply no one would dare after you were done with him. Absolutely everyone would see that Ness was taken. Taken with you. And you weren't just taken, you were stuck with him. Forever.

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Yandere farm x farmhand reader 🌾

A/n: this contains few nsfw mentions, mdni please! They're not all that yandere, just a bunch of dumb silly hybrids trying to catch their favorite humans attention. This is their intro

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★yandere farm x farmhand reader. I know this isn't original, but I always love the concept. Just minding your business, sweaty and hot from the sun, when suddenly a certain German Shepard hybrid starts sniffing you up and down, lapping up your sweaty skin and grinning when you swat him away. How did you end up here?

★maybe you came here for a summer job, maybe some relatives owned the farm, maybe you were always working here. Either way, it doesn't take long for the hybrids to notice you once you arrive.

★the bulls and cows watching curiously from the fields, the centaurs trying to peek from their stables, the merfolk living in the lake just down the property poke their little heads out. The dogs barking from their Little homes, and the cats watching from the windows. You couldn't help but gawk at the variety of hybrids, there were so many! Merfolk, avians, cattle, cats, dogs.

★your first week there was nice, the other farmhands were nice, and the owners were so sweet! Always speaking fondly of their pets, the old couple would watch them run in the field or play by the lake. You yourself found them a little annoying. Always sniffing, grabbing, nipping at your clothes. You've had to fight your overall bottoms free from one of the pooches one too many times. The cats were no better.

★your second week you meet the cattle and centaurs. And unlike the house cats and guard dogs, they're less handsy. Simply observing from afar. Occasionally sniffing you before nodding their heads and pulling away. Letting you do your job of combing, cleaning and fixing up them and their stables. The cattle would happily let you milk them, applying the breast pumps to the females and a cock pump to the males. You ignored how they looked at you strangely during milkings

★the third week you meet the avians. Odd little bunch, hopping around and puffing up their chests. They watched you enter their enclosure curiously, you were busy picking up their molten feathers because you thought they were pretty. So bright and colorful! Walking around bent over a little when you finally notice the peacock male standing right Infront of you. He gave you a pointed look before his tail feathers expanded. Looking prideful, tilting his chin up as if in an arrogant way. Swaying side to side and closer to you, while you just held the feathers in your hands, a little confused. He got closer until he let out an incredibly loud squawk. Turning around abruptly to glare at the cuckoo who bent down to poke his butt. The cuckoo gave you a grin before climbing back up the tree, using this time as distraction, you quickly escaped.

★on the fourth week, you meet the merfolk. Having been here a month, they were eager to meet you. Watching you walk on the dock with fish feed, eagerly Perking up and swimming closer. You shook out a good handful and chucked it out for the koi fish to eat. They swarmed the area until all the food was gone, simply staring up at you. One poked her head out, tilting it a bit and making a 'click' sound with her tongue. You mimicked her, doing the same. She seemed elated, making various whistles and clicks, splashing up and down the lake. The lake was manmade and filled with koi fish when it was finished, but then again there may be more fish not even the owners know about since it was so deep. How'd they get in there? You're not sure, but you just know it.

★on the fifth week your owners told you about how they had bought multiple sheep, and goats. One male for each group. Watching the loading truck approach the little barn they were finished building. So that's why it was there, they started construction when you arrived the first week. You helped the other farmhands get them situated, at first they were rowdy and a little aggressive but for some reason calmed down when you approached them. Your colleagues now called you the sheep whisperer. You quickly learned how to shave their wool and milk the goats properly. Sometimes braiding their long hair, you just wish the ram would stop headbutting the nearest male colleague for your attention.

★On your sixth week, you went for a walk in the forest when suddenly a little body of fluffy fur tackled you, growling with it's teeth barred. You looked up to see a Pomeranian hybrid, trying it's best to look intimidating. Their fluffy tail gave them away, it was wagging 100mph. They visibly deflated when you reached up a hand to pet them, letting you for A couple minutes before getting off. Walking back into the woods towards three wolves. Dissapearing with them. Not soon after you found a friendly garden naga. Just lounging on a rock and enjoying the sun. You asked to join and they let you, laying there for a good while until you had to go back to the farm. Noticing they had wrapped their tail around you, oh boy. It'll take a good while to get out. Welp, might as well make yourself comfortable and wait for the dogs to come find you

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HYBRIDS AND THEIR NAMES:

Week one, cats and dogs;

Brutus, dog hybrid, 18, German Shepard, he/him

Dolly, dog hybrid, 26, doberman, she/her

bladviba, dog hybrid, 25, black Russian terrier, he/him

Molly, dog hybrid, 17, chow chow, she/her

Sweet pea, dog hybrid, 17, samoyed, they/them amab

bubba, dog hybrid, 37, borzoi, he/him

Princess, cat hybrid, 18, ragdoll, she/her

Prince, cat hybrid, 19, Norwegian forest cat, he/him

King, cat hybrid, 27, Khao manee, he/him

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Second week, cattle and centaurs;

Miss bené, cow hybrid, 49, white park cattle, she/her

Miss blackberry, cow hybrid, 22, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Polly, cow hybrid, 26, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss frufru, cow hybrid, 28, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Vivian, cow hybrid, 35, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Big daddy, bull hybrid, 52, Aberdeen Angus, he/him

Johnny, bull hybrid, 18, Aberdeen Angus/white park cattle, he/him

Jacqueline, centaur, 19, shire horse, she/her

Timothy, centaur, 21, galineers cob, he/him

maya, centaur, 17, fjord horse, they/them

Casper, centaur, 23, ardennais, he/him

miguel, centaur, 18, Andalusian horse, he/him

harmony, centaur, 25, Breton horse, they/them

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third week, avians;

Sydney, avian, 22, cockatoo, they/he

Evangeline, avian, 19, peacock, she/her

Gabriel, avian, 20, peacock, he/him

fajarah, avian, 24, indian ring necked parakeet, she/her

Foolish, avian, 26, owl finch, he/him

simon, avian, 28, tyto alba, he/him

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Fourth week, merfok;

tancho, koi fish merfolk, 19, tancho koi, he/him

kiko, koi fish merfolk, 19, kikokuryu koi, she/her

hime, koi fish merfolk, 19, hirenaga koi, she/her

Tsu, koi fish merfolk, 19, doitsu koi, they/them

koromo, koi fish merfolk, 19, koromo koi, he/him

Mason, lake 'monster' (crocodile), 20, freshwater crocodile, he/him

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Fifth week, goats and sheep;

Sally, goat, 25, angora goat, she/her

Opal, goat, 24, Tennessee fainting goat, she/her

Sasha, goat, 26, australian cashmere goat, she/her

kim, ram, 23, dutch landrace goat, he/him

Poka, sheep, 19, Valais black nose, they/them

Juniper, sheep, Valais black nose, she/her

violet, sheep, 18, harri, she/her

azucar, sheep, 17, Columbia sheep, she/her

Wehrner, ram, 21, American black belly, he/him

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Sixth week, the forest creatures:

roxy, wolf hybrid, 19, grey wolf, she/her

Silas, wolf hybrid, 21, grey wolf, he/him

Milo, wolf hybrid, 20, albino Grey wolf, they/them

Kiki, dog hybrid, 18, Pomeranian, they/them

Coachella, naga, 27, garden snake, they/him

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[gojossugarcandy]

It was a Saturday night. Saturday nights always guaranteed party nights at club until the security guards throw everyone out for closing. But it also guaranteed a girls night. You and your she-friends stayed there until 2 A.M. Never have you guys left earlier.

But recently, there was an addition to the group. It was a boy, his name was Aiden, who was from your college. Calling him handsome would be a huge understatement with those beautiful hazel eyes which complemented his tan face and brown eyes. Definitely a model material.

He was introduced by one of your friends last week. But you'd rather not reminisce that memory. Your secret bf, Elias, had seen him dropping you off at your home which ended up with you pulling an all-nighter and your legs being jellos.

This time, you were determined to take his number. Aiden gave off the vibes of haven. A place where you could go when you fought with your overly obsessed boyfriend. Yes, he was a yandere. Accepted he was obsessed with you. But you felt like he was restricting you a bit too much. Yandere behavior had always been out of your mind's reach. A concept which only suited fairy tales.

"Y/n?"

Your head snapped to the side as you stared at the man named Aiden.

"Y/n, what happened? we have been calling you for, like, the last five minutes" Your friend enquired.

"Nothing, few sleepless nights have sucked the energy out of me. Hey! Why is our table empty? bring in some beer and vodka!" You cheered, but feeling a tinge of nervousness. A feeling of being stared at. Paranoia was a common thing when you had a yandere bf, so you just decided to ignore the feeling and gulp down some drinks.

You took a glass and gulped it in one go, your friends cheering you on and then you gulped down another one

and another

and another

and another

and so it went on.

While on a place at a distance from the club was a German shepherd, lying down, waiting for its owner. The door knob started turning, as the dog's tail starts wagging. But the knob just keeps on going down and up, down and up until it stopped.

The dog's survival senses started kicking in as it starting barking. But to no avail, the other side of the door silent, like the calm before the stop. A few thuds on door and then it goes radio silent.

Soon the windows fly open, cold winter frost turning the room in the temperature no different from that of graveyards as a man climbed in. The dog, not smelling his owner's scent, jumped at the intruder, struggling to bite in.

And down came the knife. Not once, not twice, not thrice but uncountable times.

As the intruder starts laughing hysterically, now staring at his hands covered in blood and the beheaded dog.

"She is not here, is she?" He mumbles, staring into the dark space.

He suddenly starts looking around frantically. Tears and sweat coming down as he starts laughing which transitions into crying. She didn't leave him, right? RIGHT?!

"Nononononono, No! No! No! But you- BUT YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T LEAVE ME!!! YOU SAID"

"AH! AH! AAGh!!!!"

As the screams echoes down, the girl unknown of what awaits her at home, gets drunk.

"Ugh! Guys, i can already feel the headache coming. Damn, tomorrow the hangover is going to kill me, Please attend my funeral guys!" You declare to your friends as you start getting up to leave. A little shiver ran down your spine as your intuitions beg you to not go back.

Well, you being you, you ignore it as another glass of drink runs down your throat and you start walking out, along with your friends.

Aiden, helps book a taxi as one by one everyone is seated in the taxis, with only you and Aiden left behind. As the last taxi comes, while you are just about to get in, he mumbles,

"Can i crash at your house, tonight?" The look in his eyes expresses a feeling which you have been longing for. Not possessiveness, not anger but lust. Only lust accompanied by no other strings.

But alas! You might be a open person but not a cheater.

"I, uh, I have a boyfriend." You declare, but he is quick to notice the hesitation and take advantage of it.

"It's fine, but do you truly want to be in such a relationship? I noticed your last week's trynna-hide-act. You literally weren't even being able to walk. I think that's rather toxic" The last line was said in a deep whisper, with leaning in to your face.

You couldn't resist the pull, as you both were just about to kiss the taxi driver honks.

You get startled as you push him back. "No, this isn't right. I love him, no matter who he is. I love his obsession with me and I'd rather not have you act like this with me, please" you plead, before sitting in the taxi.

As the taxi starts driving, you start thinking about his behavior, making you see Aiden in a new light which was definitely not good. Why did he try to hit on you, even when he knew you had a boyfriend?!

Agh! You'd rather not think right now. The splitting headache took over you as you slept in during the taxi ride.

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You gave in to your muscle memory, believing it to take you home and you soon reached your apartment's door.

"Haaaaaaaaaaahhhhh" A big sigh leaves the young drunk girl as she opens the door.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Soon enough, screams were coming out of the now-sobered-girl as she sees the pool of blood connected to a dog, which once had a beautiful face. Which one had a head. Now, beheaded, with a man sitting adjacent to it with a knife and a hysterical look in his eyes.

"Where were you?"

His question is answered, though not very clearly, by the owner's sobs. "Nonono, what did you do? Tell me you didn't do it Elias"

"WHERE WERE YOU?!" Her question is ignored as he stands up, staring at her kneeling form before her head looks up. She looks broken. She looks ruined. She looks beautiful. The thoughts run into his mind before her smells a particular cologne on her.

You see, Elias always had a sharp nose. And this nose picked up the scent of the man who had seen you off last week. Now, Elias was beyond pissed. But he was also hurt.

"Your talked with that man again? Even though you promised you wouldn't..."

He abruptly pulled a fistful of your hair, the knife still in his hand, as he said,

"Any excuse, love?"

Now, your reply decides your fate. A single error and you shall soon see the gates of death.

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@meo-eiru (The image up there belong to her. I really admire, adore, worship, words are not enough! creators like these as they draw such good drawing with their imaginations! Like damnnnnn! and then there is me. A person who likes drawing but is a huge failure. (I swear, my human faces look like monkeys😂🤣😂🤣) Anyway, seeing the image, I had like a context for it. I don't know if this is good or not. My previous stories are trash because I, like, had not motivation to write but just wanted to. But this one fanart fired my imagination up and I just started writing.

Also, it went on wayyyy longer. I meant it to be, like, a short story or like a drabble.

[ilovespec]

Dangerous obsession ~

| Yandere FEM ! Dangerous gangster × FEM ! civilian reader | part 2

WARNINGS !!! : breaking and entering, arrest, your boyfriend in this story is a freaking freak, yandere is a woman АААААААА ЖЕНЩИНА ?!??!?!???!!!?? АААААААААААААА ЖЕНЩИНА !!!!!!!!!!!!! yandere and y/n are female here, their pronouns are she/her, all the characters my similarities with real people are random.

Part 1

Character description

After you told your boyfriend what happened... He just ignored you.

" (your name), just ignore it. And be grateful that people are paying attention to you ."

That's right... Not his style. He used to be more caring and kind... He resents you for being noticed by his boss...? Maybe. You were sitting on the couch and thinking about what to do... But, you gathered your thoughts and wrote to your boyfriend.

"I'm sorry, but when you say that... I'm going to have to leave you... Don't come to my house anymore. "

After you wrote that, you immediately added him to the blacklist and put the phone on silent mode. Just in case.

At night, when you were already asleep, you heard people simply shooting at your door and through the shots you heard the angry screams of your already ex-boyfriend ...!!! You immediately grabbed the phone and dialed 112 (112 is the police number. It's like 911 in America and 112 in Russia)

- Telephone operator : What are you calling about?

- You: MY EX IS SHOOTING AT MY DAMN DOOR!!!

- Telephone operator: dear , stay calm and hide. What is your address?

In a panic, you give your address and name and hide in the closet, among mountains of clothes and other junk. Hoping that this psycho won't find you... After a couple of seconds, you heard sounds like something fell on the floor and footsteps. And then the voice of your ex-boyfriend.

- Just a crazy ex : (your name) ~... I know you're here somewhere~

And as soon as you heard the sound of footsteps in your room, and saw that the closet door began to slowly open, the police broke into your apartment and chased after your ex. And he immediately jumped out the window, but judging by the sounds, someone began to actively restrain him...

As soon as you were called by name, you immediately got out of the closet. And a young policewoman came up to you. She has red hair, tanned skin and blue eyes.

- Policewoman - Dear , are you all right ? Have you been injured?

You shook your head, shaking violently. And she gently smiling, she patted you on the back..

- Policewoman: do you have a place to spend the night? I doubt it's safe to sleep without a door...

as soon as you wanted to say something, you heard a very familiar, hoarse voice...With a German accent.

- ??? : Yes. She has a place to spend the night. She's staying with me for now, it's not safe here.

You looked at the owner of that voice... It was Belinda!! After the stress and the incident, you just walked up to her regardless of her status and hugged her. And without wasting a second, she took off her coat and threw it over you. Trying to make you as comfortable as possible. Today she is wearing her usual black turtleneck, black wide-leg trousers, a leather belt, ordinary sneakers and a black coat, which is thrown over you right now. Then Belinda looks at the policewoman with a strained smile, and takes you in her arms and leaves. And you , surrounded by warmth , unconsciously pass out burying yourself in her shoulder , and inhaling her scent : a mixture of cigarettes and citrus fruits.

The next morning you wake up in a place you don't know... This is a room decorated in Gothic style. You sit up in bed, looking around the room, and are startled by the voice behind you. It was Belinda.

- Belinda: Good morning to you. And yes, don't worry, stay with me for a couple of days. It's not very safe for you to walk our streets right now. What if your ex-boyfriend's friends try to find you?

Stop.. How does she know that you broke up?? And she noticed your look... She pulls you to her and hugs you. Yes. You are being hugged by the most dangerous dangerous gangster in your area.. Maybe even countries. And you, afraid of what will happen to you without a response, hesitantly hug her back. Than you deserve... A kiss on the top of the head...???? You immediately blush, and she just smiles softly and pats your head.

- Belinda: Let's sit like this... A little more..

You don't answer, but just quietly close your eyes... She smells like that .. It's kind of sleep-inducing... And when you open your eyes, you try discreetly examine Belinda up close. She has a thin face, her only dark turquoise eye is half closed, her short blonde hair looks soft up close... You asked quietly.

- You: Uh... Miss Belinda.. And why are you wearing this black patch on your right eye..?

- Belinda: First of all, mein schatz, not "Miss Belinda" but just Belinda. Or Bel. Call me whatever you want... And about the bandage.

With her free hand, she lifts her black headband to show...EMPTY FUCK EYE SOCKET

- Belinda : When I was just at the beginning of my gangster career, they just stuck a knife in my eye, lol.

Then, laughing softly , she lowers her blindfold , and ... She took you by the face with amazing care.

- Belinda: I'm shocked to be honest... You're so young.. And now you're sitting here with me. And I'm 40 years old, hehe..

Belinda smiles calmly, and completely wrapping both arms around you, puts you on your back, thereby forcing you to lie down. And then... She hugs you like a koala hugs a tree branch, and puts her head right over your heart.

Belinda : Kätzchen ...Can we go on a date later? Now, go get some sleep.

WHY IS IT SO STRAIGHTFORWARD?!??!!!

+ BONUS !!

A lil art of these kind policewoman <3