#housewife yandere

[sunderwight]

I think that one of the most underrated reveals in Scum Villain was that Luo Binghe inherited his big dick toxic alpha male energy from his birth mother, and it actually has nothing to do with his demon side.

[heartfullofleeches]

Reader: Aspen, if you continue murdering people I want a divorce...

Femboy Housewife Yan: Di...viorce? [giggles] Darling~ You know English isn't my first language. I have no clue what that is.

Reader: Don't act smart with me. Do you know how annoying it is to have the family members of people you're associated with asking if you've seen them recently?

Femboy Housewife Yan: Oh, love.... I didn't know people were harassing you so much. I think I have some candy in my purse. That should help you feel a little better.

[Aspen digs through his bag - glancing away as he tosses a black credit card at Reader's feet.]

Femboy Housewife Yan: My! I wonder where that came from, I've never seen that card before in all my life. Does it belong to you.... Darling?

Reader: ....

[Reader picks up the card - sliding it into their pocket as they kiss Aspen's cheek.]

Reader: You know, it really isn't any of my business what you do with your own time. Love you, Aspen.

Aspen: To the moon and back, my love. To the moon and back.

[yanderefarm]

May I request just a short write of just randomly spanking ares randomly around the house or in public how he would react

ares on getting spanked

cw; suggestive

basically expect him to jump your bones. pinching his butt would also get basically the same results.

around the house

ares is a good housewife, he loves doing chores and taking care of the house for you. it's not odd to catch your beautiful wife bent over vacuuming or doing dishes. the way his pants cling to his pillowy ass is so so tempting.

one day while he's doing chores you find yourself too tempted. you're just trying to get something from the fridge and there's ares. bent over the sink with his chest soaked in soapy water and his shirt clinging to him so tight you can see the outline of his muscles. if that wasn't hot enough there's his pretty ass again moving slightly from side to side as he listens to music. you're staring for so long if that music wasn't distracting him he'd probably have asked what you need.

what you need is right there. you slap him right across the ass with a smack harder and louder than you intended. ares lets out an embarrassingly cute squeak, his entire face turning the color of his eyes. he looks back at you with his brows furrowed and a pout forming on his lips.

"y-you... that's not fair."

you should expect your soaking wet wife to jump you.

in public

ares loves to visit you at work. he likes pretending he doesn't know you when he comes in and then flirts with you. your coworkers hate it. so you told him to not do it everyday just whenever he's already out running errands. that almost turned into a fight. but you saved yourself by saying it might get you fired and then you couldn't take care of him. so he only comes twice a week.

today he's sat by the window with his shopping bags waiting for you to be less busy. he wants to show you everything he got you and it just can't wait!! as soon as you go over there he's immediately digging in the bag, doesn't even bother to order. he stands up to hold up a new shirt he got you, it says cutie pie. your coworker makes fake gagging sounds behind you. when you turn to stick your tongue out at them ares also turns to dig in his bag again.

there's his cute butt right in front of you again. you give him a light little smack.

he squeaks. of course he does. he's immediately red in the face and he doesn't even turn around to face you. you watch as your wife practically deflates back into his chair.

"sorry..." you rub the back of your head sheepishly and he just squeaks again in response.

you notice he moves the bag into his lap and begins clinging to it tightly.

"..... i can go on my 30 soon."

"please..."

[indecisive-capricorn]

Headcanons to Dating Yandere Tom Riddle:

WARNINGS: MDNI! Yandere, stalking, implied dubcon, mentions of sex, violence, mentions of blood, mentions of breeding, mentions of wife, mentions of marriage, etc.

SUMMARY: A chance to experience what dating Tom Riddle is like, even when it's against your will to do just that.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, this headcanons leans more into dating Yandere Tom Riddle but technically, even without the yandere and dark part, he will do questionably dark things for his partner. I'm planning to make other headcanons that goes into details about that specific situation. For example, a "Headcanons to Dark Tom Riddle x Pregnant Wife Reader"

MASTERLIST & REQUESTS: Before you go, have a glass of wine or better yet, recommend a good bottle. any kind of message is always a delight.

It doesn't matter where you come from, alright? Although it's important for Tom to have an excellent muggle free reputation, Tom has his ways to make sure any history you have with muggles are erased. No one knows your precise history because of it either, but according to their Dark Lord, you were a witch from a fine family in France. While that might have been true, what they didn't know was how you were actually a rebel and fought against him for a time until he kidnapped you.

You left him with no choice! He was infatuated with you due to your strength and infamous beauty. Tom kept on sending you gifts, invitations to balls even and attempted to bait you to become Dumbledore's spy in order to get closer to you. However, you rejected all his gifts and invitations, burning them into the fireplace as soon as they arrived.

You were intelligent enough to know about his plan, but as evil and cruel as Tom was, he was also a genius.

When Tom kidnapped you, you had screamed all the curses in the world at him, refusing for him to even touch you. However, it silenced down when you saw several death eaters pointing their wands to the necks of your little sister and other family members.

You were a rebel and if Tom tried to take you with the threat of hurting your family, he knew you would continue to reject him. After all, actions speak louder than words, and as the death eaters began to torture your family, you finally got on your knees and pleaded for him to stop. Tom was more than pleased with your actions, but to ensure that you will stay true to your promise, he demanded a kiss from you, which you reluctantly gave in the form of a peck on the lips.

Though Tom had spared your family, he will make sure you never see them again. One way or another, no matter how many times you plead and beg to see them, he will rip you away from your family for the sole reason so that your focus would not waver from him. Yeah, he's that possessive of you.

Speaking of being possessive, Tom from the beginning of the relationship will always make sure you are covered in the finest silk and most rarest yet stunning jewellery. You might try to refuse them at first, but you don't quite get it. All of the fine dresses, luxurious clothes and expensive jewellery that he had picked out for you was also his way to tell others that you're his, that you're his possession. Try to refuse it and he will punish you.

There are various of punishments Tom can give you. It depends on what you have done that made him measure how severe the punishment should go, but it also depended on his mood. If Tom was only lightly jealous, he'll most likely just leave marks on you like hickeys and bruises. However, if Tom was severely jealous.. then prepare yourself. Tom had once fucked you in front of two of your old friends whom he had taken as prisoner as a way to humiliate you after you had tried to communicate with them in their cells. Just don't defy him, okay? It won't end up good for you.

Other than that though, Tom will take care of you. He feeds you well, pampers you and even shower you with affection from time to time, which you always try to refuse. Tom tries to spend some time with you whenever he has the time, even with the ongoing war. Tom doesn't usually allow you to be out of the manor, but with his company, he allows you to wander around the garden and as much as you hate his company, a bit of fresh air will certainly do you good after being stuck inside for a long time.

However, with all that, he expects you to do your duties as well. You both might not be married yet, but Tom already views you as his wife, the only thing lacking is a wedding ring between your fingers and a ceremony. It will happen sooner than later. But due to it, you became the lady of the manor is your job to make sure that everything was going well in your 'home', telling the servants on what they must do to keep the cleanliness of the house.

And oh, on that note, you're not able to ask for them to help you escape. You learnt that the hard way because the day after you had tried to ask them, all of their tongues had disappeared, unable to speak properly anymore.

Tom desires to flaunt you to the public after making your relationship with him 'official'. However, he will only start bringing you to balls after he was sure that you will behave and Tom might just make a potion to help with that. He considers it as one of the duties you have to perform as his partner. But oh my, you do look ravishing in that tight dress he picked out for you.

At times during the night, you found Tom rubbing your stomach, eyes full of desire, as he thought fondly of children. He had been unsure of starting a family before. Of course Tom needed an heir, but he didn't think he would ever find himself wanting more children until he met you. It didn't matter if you didn't want children. Sooner or later, before or after marriage, you will be swollen with his child. And what better way to ensure an heir than start now?

[thefiery-phoenix]

HIS LITTLE HOUSEWIFE (YANDERE TAESOO MA X READER)

Not me having delusional fantasies and living in my delulu era of being a housewife for a possessive guy...my sanity is messed up and I think I need help lol. But I'm a huge sucker for wearing those pink aprons and having mittens on my hands while my imaginary non existent husband nuzzles my neck...I really need help at this point...

By no means did Taesoo ever think there would be a time when he would end up falling in love with someone so much to the point that he would literally be willing to kidnap them to ensure they become his. Had anyone ever told him that fine day would come he would have just laughed in their face and would have ended up punching the lights out of them while mumbling something about how he doesn't see the need for love. The years pass by and he'd rather take this to the grave than ever admit it for crying out loud but he felt like he needed a companion in life. A strange feeling of emptiness would settle inside his heart whenever he'd stroll through the streets of Ansan and see people happy with their families, of course, he had his own brat of a student Hudson to consider a son, but what he needed was a partner. Someone to protect and someone to love and that's when he met you

He didn't really believe in the concept of love at first sight but there was something about you that just exuded charm, grace and innocence. You were much shorter than him and he couldn't help but he slightly amused how short you were compared to him, he could literally lift you by your arms like you were a child as his imposing large muscular frame towered over yours. The way you spoke, the way you smiled that beautiful smile of yours, he could feel his heart growing warm and his cheeks getting slightly flushed. His mind would start working in an overdrive and it doesn't really take that long for him to fall in love with you. You're a precious doll in his eyes, you remind him of an innocent little thing that needed his protection. His eyes wandered to your lips, wondering how soft those lips of yours were if he'd kissed them, what sort of cute noises you would be making solely for HIM and him alone while he kisses you and holds you in his strong arms and shields you from the outside world because you're way too precious for that

It won't matter how you've met him, the only ending you'll be having is being with him. He'll obviously ask Hudson to find out more about you to which he'd agree although he cannot help but detect slight amusement in his student's voice when he gets to know about his infatuation and obsession for you but all in all, he honestly doesn't really blame him. What's not there to love about you, he can't wait to have you all for himself, hidden away from the prying eyes of the other lecherous filthy men who dare to eye what's his with no shame whatsoever far away on his mountain in his cabin where it would be just the two of you. He's already imagining how blissful married life with you would be, how adorable you'd look going around the house and taking care of him and the house with your gentle loving personality that he fell in love with. He doesn't think his feelings for you are spiraling out of control, he just sees it as a way of keeping you safe from the dangers of the world. He'd know PLENTY about it because of all the nonsense that keeps happening around Ansan everyday and the things he's been through

It's not an easy change and transition for you when you find out that he's literally kidnapped you and laced your food with sleeping pills under the pretext of having dinner with him one night. Of course, part of him definitely feels bad that he had to slip sleeping pills in your food but his obsessive love for you and possessive tendencies overlap his sense of rationality and whatever logic he had in his mind was gone out of the window as his mind is filled with thoughts of how all this is for your own good and it's to keep you safe. He knows it'll take a while for you to adjust to your new life with him but he doesn't mind, take all the time you need. He's more than willing to be patient for you and since he treats you with gentlemanly chivalry and would rather bust an artery than hurt you physically or emotionally, it won't be long till you develop the Stockholm syndrome for him

By now you've grown accustomed and used to living with him and the two of you had a small private wedding where only trusted friends of his arrived for the occasion. Of course, he had to resist the urge to literally throttle Jaegyon Na by his neck when he saw him trying to use cheesy pick up lines on you with that stupid smirk of his. Even he got used to seeing you waddle around the cabin in that cute little pink apron hugging your body busying yourself with chores like cooking or other household activities. He wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzles his face into your neck and plants a few gentle loving kisses on your cheeks and lips telling you how much he loves you and holds you tightly in his possessive grasp, like he's worried you'd end up running off at any given second. It was so alluring and mesmerizing to watch you take care of the house, you were the reason he felt like his heart now had warmth. You were the reason his house was now a home with your elegant bright presence

You started getting a bit restless recently. You felt slightly guilty as you watched him come back with a somewhat tired expression at times and you felt like easing his burden and stress. A few days later, the two of you were seated at the table and having the dinner that you made. "My love...your culinary skills are amazing as always'' spoke Taesoo in a gentle tone with a soft smile on his face as he ate his food from his plate. He loved having whatever you made for him since it was made with your love and your delicate hands, what sort of husband would he be for you if he wouldn't eat his wife's cooking? You smiled but only briefly as your mind was occupied on asking him something that you were slightly apprehensive about and you had that distant and pensive look on your face, looking lost in thought. He instantly knew there was something on your mind, he could always read you like an open book and could decipher your every action and thought

"My dear, there is something on your mind...isn't there?" asked Taesoo as he surveyed your features with calculating eyes, trying to detect whether or not you'd tell him about your thoughts. His statement might have looked like it was a question but it was a formality with the hidden underlying implication for you to tell him about what was bothering you. You let out a sigh and looked at him and fiddled your thumbs nervously. "Taesoo...um...is it okay if I could get a job? Or could I resume my old job?' you asked him with a soft voice and looked at him with a hopeful expression, your heart racing in trepidation for his response, however all you were met with was a pin drop silence which filled you with a slight sense of dread. Taesoo immediately stopped eating and his smile vanished as his expression morphed into a stoic one as he looked at you with a calculated gaze. He always encouraged you to follow your hobbies and your passion but you getting a job was a slightly unexpected turn of events for him, a question he wasn't anticipating but was dreading this conversation with you early on beforehand as he rehearsed his answers for this exact moment

Looking at your soft and innocent and hopeful expression made his heart warm with affection for you but he had to be firm with you about this, as your husband, as your protector. You were his wife, he didn't want you out of your comfort zone and didn't like to entertain the thought of you being away from him for even a single second. He hated to be the one to crush that hope in your eyes but it was necessary, to keep you safe. He took your soft hand in his large rough calloused ones and traced gentle circles on the back of your hand to make it easier for you to handle his rejection of the idea you'd just proposed since the thought of other men being around you and looking at HIS wife with their lecherous gazes made him livid and the mere thought alone made him want to punch a hole into a wall

"My dear, you need not worry about getting a job and stressing yourself out about it. Your only concern is to look after the home and let me provide for you. I make enough for the both of us as it is, I don't see any reason for you to be burdened by a job'' he answered with a gentle yet firm look on his face. You pouted slightly at his response and you looked somewhat crestfallen, which he felt bad about. Your pout was adorable yet it stung his heart at the same time. "I know but...I feel somewhat useless just being at home and barely doing anything all day long, I'm not even doing anything useful and I feel bad seeing you work hard and coming back home all tired and sometimes beat up...I thought I could help out as well so you wouldn't need to worry about me being a burden for you'' you mumbled and averted your gaze from his eyes which narrowed as soon as the words left your mouth

Your words tugged at his heartstrings, yet his mind went back to the traditional role of wanting to be your protector and provider as your husband. Your words and thoughts moved him and touched him honestly, you were already precious enough and the last thing he needed was for you to bear burden on those shoulders of yours. He was slightly hurt you saw yourself a burden, he loved coming back home to you and wrapping you in his arms and feeling your soft touches and just being with you. He wished you could see how much his heart soared with affection and ecstasy whenever he'd come back home to you, making him feel like a true king indeed. However his features softened after a few moments when he saw you averting your eyes from his as he pulled you closer to him and made you sit on his lap and he cupped your cheek lovingly and caressed it and made you look at his eyes

"Hush my love, don't speak such nonsense again. You are by no means a burden for me, you are the reason my house feels like a home. Without you, this place would be an empty shell, like it used to before I met you. You mean everything to me, you are my darling wife...let me take care of you just like how you take care of me, you give me so much comfort and peace by being with me...do not fret about such things'' he answered as he continued to stroke your cheek affectionately with a tender loving look in his eyes reserved only for you, his dear wife who reigned over his heart. "I know...but I still feel like a useless housewife though, I feel like I'm barely doing anything'' you whispered with an insecure look in your eyes. Your insecure look cut through his heart like a knife, it pained him to see you be insecure of yourself and doubt yourself so much like this as he chuckled softly and brushed a few strands of hair from your face

"You do not need to worry about such things, you help me out so much with your love. I feel grateful to come back home to you everyday, where I can feel your soft gentle touches and your love for me. That's more than enough...I do not trust the world, I cannot let anything happen to you my love...society these days is dangerous and I will not risk your safety...I want you to be happy and relax, that's all. You're more than enough for me and by no means are you a useless housewife. You look so adorable with your little apron and mittens and the way you bustle around the kitchen cooking in those adorable dresses of yours...you keep the home running, my lovely little housewife...don't ever let me hear you call yourself useless again'' he replied with a soft yet firm tone and you nodded slowly which made him pleased

In the end, you were forced to give up the opinion of you having a job since there was no way he was going to stand for it but it was all for your safety after all. You were his lovely housewife, who provided him with so much love and comfort he could ever hope for and now that he had for you himself, he'd be damned to let you get away from him. Don't worry your pretty little head about anything and just let him provide for you, you're his darling little housewife after all...

[pr1ncessk1tty]

🍒

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

Can u please do one where reader has their period for the first time and kirch (I think that’s his name) doesn’t know what to do/ doesn’t know what a period is??😫

For an AFAB pet, Kirtch would know what a period is, and would be (secretly) excited to show how competent he is at taking care of his pet when they do get their period.

However,

He would not be prepared for just how painful they can be. As most of his information on humans is older, from the sixties and seventies, he would know that there should be pain, but would greatly underestimate just how painful it would be. Because the knowledge that period cramps are not psychosomatic is actually a pretty recent discovery (in the history of human periods, I can't remember when it was, but it was the mid 1900's lol humans suck), so when his pet collapses from their cramps, all his confidence would go out the window.

Nervously pacing by their bed, and refusing to let them walk anywhere on their own. This man works cancel work, and refuse to believe his pet when they try to tell him that this was normal. It would only further Kirtch's belief that his pet is the softest and most precious human to ever live, they need him, whether they want him or not ❤️

[yandere-wishes]

I love how some people say they're still "in the 90's". Meanwhile, my spirit is trapped in the 70's despite me being born in 2004🤣🤣

[merakiui]

If you thought bodyguard!Floyd would be insufferable with ido!darling, imagine gravure model!darling then absbdbjfjfj

Omg gravure model darling with stalker fan Jade…… gross, slimy, creepy Jade with his gross, slimy, creepy views!!!! >_< he closely follows the magazine in which you’re often featured, buying two copies of each new issue (one to frame as a precious collectible) and the other meant to sustain…damages (i.e. cum stains, sweat, drool, other bodily fluids). He’s found your social media and he also follows that, going through your posts and printing out each tasteful image to string up on his walls.

He’s even bought a few of the swimsuits and lingerie you’ve modeled, and when he fucks into his hand or the onahole (which he pretends is you) he imagines peeling those skimpy outfits from off of your pretty body with skilled fingers. You would look so lovely beneath him, skin hot with desire and arousal, chest heaving with hitched breaths and moans, hands curled into the bedsheets, when he traces his fingertips up your thighs, prying them apart to get a proper look at your pussy. Thoughts of you burying your hands in teal locks to hold him there while he eats you out always send him tipping over the edge. It’s a terrible shame it’s only a fantasy. Oh, the things he’d do if you were really here with him…

Lately, ever since he’s started cyber-stalking and obsessing over you, Jade’s wanted to get into photography. He buys the best camera, but then he also gets a vintage one just for the sake of aesthetics. It would be nice to develop these photos the old way: in a dark room where he must be precise and careful with handling every fragile photograph. Jade photographs a lot of nature, often things he comes across on his walks and hikes. Mushrooms. Trees. Leaves. Flowers. Unique stones or moss growing contrary. He photographs insects: a line of ants leading to an anthill, butterflies swarming blossoms, a caterpillar coming free from its cocoon. He likes the familiar weight of a camera in his hands. He likes being the one behind the lens, peering through at what’s seen with the camera, as if the world that lies beyond it is merely a portrait someone’s painted.

He wants to learn where you live, the places you frequent, what building the company you’re signed to works out of so that he may hopefully have a chance to capture candid photographs of you—things that no one but him will ever see. Intimate sides he will preserve within a picture.

Jade photographs potential locations deep within the forest. He captures the stages of death in permanence: the horrified countenance of your lover when they realize he’s holding a knife in his hand, the aftermath of a brutal slaughter, the perfectly, methodically dismembered corpse with all of its parts packaged in plastic and aligned in a grave dug deep, the mound of soil that soon covers the evidence, and the beautifully rare flowers or tree saplings he plants directly above the body.

Jade develops these photos in the makeshift dark room in his apartment. They’re well-done, but that’s how all of his work is. Eerily flawless. Recently, he learned where you live. It took some digging and lots of patience, but he’s good at uncovering forbidden things. When the time comes to take you, he’ll have to bring his camera along. He’d love to see what expressions he can photograph when he catches you by surprise. And he anticipates every photo will be far better than any of the previous ones he’s taken. After all, they’ll contain you and the raw, beautiful emotions you’ll show him. That’s something he’ll never be able to find in the average magazine.

[bellamwah]

1940𝚜 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚌𝚜

TW -- (brief) Mentions of abuse & yandere themes

𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚆𝙸𝙵𝙴 -- 𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝙱𝚎𝙱𝙱𝚎𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚑

- 𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎...𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚕

- 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜! 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕~!

- 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚎𝚝𝚌 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝

- 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎!!

- 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔!! 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚓𝚘𝚋! 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎!

𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝..

- 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗! 𝙸𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 𝙷𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎�� 𝚊 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚎? 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗! 𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝙱𝙰𝚆𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶

- 𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚍

- 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚍

- 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 "𝚛𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜" 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛! 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍!

- 𝙿𝚕𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 :(

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𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺 𝙷𝚄𝚂𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳 - 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙴𝚂

- 𝚄𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚊-𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚊-𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑

- 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 5 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜, 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

- 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞

- 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 (𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚎)

- 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠. 𝙰 𝚌𝚊𝚝? 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛

- 𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔, 𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚍, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔. 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞

𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝...

- 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚘 "𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚍" 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞... 𝙱𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

- 𝙷𝚎'𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 "𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚍" 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝

- 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 (𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝���𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚊-𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚜). 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎. 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝'𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?

- 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚕𝚍? 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎? 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 (𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 37𝚡 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚢)

- 𝙷𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜? 𝙾𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢! 𝙷𝚎'𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞

- 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 (𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝)

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𝚏𝚌 ↓↓ (𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝙵𝚌 ↓↓ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜

[aikoiya]

Yan!Silco x Yan!Fem!Assassin Reader Who Absolutely Adores Him

Inspired by @sunshine-for-serotonin's "Silco with an S/O who genuinely adores him."

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Yandere Silco with Fem!Assassin Reader who absolutely adores Silco & dotes on him, being very affectionate with both him & Jinx.

Not obtrusively or overly saccharinely so or in any way that would imply that he has weakness. At least, not in public anyway. Rather, she's careful to behave in ways that show him as being powerful & in charge while making her appear weak. Will often discretely place her hand on his shoulder or arm & give him a light squeeze to show she's there when she notices that he needs reassurance.

She looks delicate & defenseless, the Industrialist's cute little arm candy. Often compared to a porcelain doll. But was in reality trained from birth to be an assassin like Black Widow, just without the operation to remove her womb.

Silco had been one of the clients her handler took, & the instant he saw her standing there, he knew that she had to be his. So, after she completed the hit, (it took nary a day & there was no evidence or witnesses) Silco later comes back, kills her handler, & takes her for himself.

The first real affection she'd ever gotten in her life was from Silco & she was instantly addicted to it. She's desperate to keep him loving her.

Is always wearing hair sticks that are actually needles that she uses like daggers. Will gladly kill anyone who threatens Silco or Jinx.

Has Spiderman levels of parkour & freerunning skills. With Assassin's Creed levels of stealth.

Knows ballet due to having been taught at a young age as ballet teaches absolute body control.

Has a great deal of knowledge in toxicology & toxinology as a result of her profession & actually very much enjoys making her own poisons.

Despite her short & sweet outside, she's a regular hellcat in a fight. Literally. Absolutely vicious, yet cold as ice. Fights with poison-laced nails or her hair sticks. Moves like a cat too. Cannot be caught unless taken completely by surprise. Will literally rip a man's ear off with her teeth!

Also knows her way around a sniper rifle or crossbow when necessary, but prefers her knives & nails.

Has intimate knowledge of all the body's weak points & can kill you faster than you can blink. Quick & without ceremony. They won't even realize that they're dead before they're facedown in their own blood.

Is secretly Silco's second to last line of defense, his goons being his first, Sevika being the next, then there's Reader, & finally Silco himself.

Frankly, she terrifies Sevika.

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She always takes note of when Silco is overworked, stressed, hasn't eaten, is insecure, or just has a headache & goes out of her way to pamper him in ways that help him relax & feel better.

Scalp massages for headaches. Easy to eat & mess-less, yet delicious & healthy sandwiches when he's working. Or full delicious meals (namely his favorites) to coax him away from work for a moment for a small break. Refilling his coffee when it's low (always done just how he likes it).

She didn't initially know how to cook, but was determined to be of service to Silco as best she could as that was all she'd ever known. So, she began reading cook books & learning all she could from Silco's minions who actually know how. (Who are too scared of the boss killing them to deny her requests.)

Back massages after being hunched over in a chair all day, getting all the knots out. Body worship with whispered adoration & praise when insecure (which doesn't happen often, but it does happen on occasion), especially in the places that he's most insecure about. Specifically, the scarred side of his face. She is decidedly not scared of his scars & actually finds him devilishly handsome, even rogueish without his cover up.

Holding him tight when he has nightmares. Rubbing circles into his back & whispering that she was there into his ear.

When he's struggling with something, she makes herself available to him emotionally. Always willing to talk things out, but if he doesn't want to talk about it, she'll just sit there quietly with him, holding his hand as he processes his emotions. Just letting him know that she's there.

Baths where she washes his hair & back, massaging his scalp & back thoroughly. If he's working too late into the night & there is no deadline for the work, she'll coax him away with promises of sex by either getting up behind him & sucking/kissing his neck, whispering in his ear all the dirty things she'll do to him or what she wants him to do to her or walks in wearing a trench before letting it fall to show lingerie underneath. (As an assassin, she's had to seduce both men & women at times in order to get close to them & kill them. Though, Silco was the first person that she's ever actually wanted to be with in such a capacity. Thus, he means quite a lot to her.)

Doesn't mind wearing sexy little numbers or roleplaying for him because she figures that if she does this for him, then he's obligated to indulge her in her kinks later. (It took a lot of trial & error for her to learn what all she enjoyed. Pegging is always fun, though it took a while for Silco to be okay with giving her so much control. She actually got a magical tattoo over her womb that creates a solid magic phallus that she can actually feel through for one of her missions before Silco. -Don't ask.- It also took her a while to understand that she was allowed to ask for things from him too as she'd never been in anything even resembling an equal relationship. All her experience was as a slave who did what she was told.)

For more on the magic strap, go here:

If he needs her to top, she does so (a switch by nature & a service top who's default is gentle & reverent unless he urges her to be rougher, then will go as hard as he wants; in such a situation, she is either a top, whether via riding or pegging, or as a power bottom). Doesn't mind it if he decides that he needs her to cockwarm him while he finishes work. Will just embrace him & relax against his chest as she places soft, sweet kisses to his neck & shoulder as he finishes his paperwork. Is more than okay with indulging in his kinks so long as they aren't absolutely disgusting (which, luckily, none of them are). Is even willing to indulge in knifeplay or choking or play the part of a dominitrix (bdsm, dom/sub, bondage, degridation, whipping, ect) so long as it doesn't go too far. The last thing she wants is to legitimately harm him, but also understands that some people get a kick outta pain.

Reader often helps organize Silco's paperwork when there's too much of it by order of importance & urgency, while grouping together duplicates or multiples with the same basic issues (letting him know about them before throwing the extras away just in case she missed something) & complaints. As well as condensing reports. Just overall streamlining things for him. (She started doing all of this on her own just to help him however she could.)

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In this situation, I could see Darling sitting on Silco's lap during meetings with a book, even in Chem-Baron meetings. Sorry, that's simply her seat now. You're just gonna have to deal with it.

She is tremendously intelligent, a mistress of Hellstromism (reading a person's thoughts via observing their facial ticks & body language), interrogation, & torture, & when she wants to make an observation in a meeting that no one else seems to have really considered or some other frankly enlightening contribution to the conversation or even the fact that one of the other Barons was hiding something, she'll lean up & whisper it into Silco's ear rather than alerting the rest of the Barons. But even in those situations, she doesn't divert her attention away from either Silco or the book in her hands even while quietly observing everyone in the room.

Only really noticeably looks at the other members of those meetings to glare at them in a way that makes them feel like insects.

She also quickly notices when Silco begins to get frustrated in these meetings & in those moments, gently kisses his cheek or jaw or temple while she caresses the other cheek. Never shying away from his scar.

It never fails to calm him down & ground him.

Always wears a steampunk dress that matches his suit in color scheme to Chem-Baron meetings & can always be seen wearing a leather choker with a gold heart & Silco's signature engraved into the metal.

It all sends a clear message. One that very loudly says, 'I'm Silco's. Do not touch under pain of death a/o dismemberment.'

She has this thing about reciprocal ownership & also has a tattoo of Silco's signature over her heart. If Silco has one of hers over his own heart, is absolutely ecstatic about it.

If he calls her 'his,' will confirm with 'yours' before asking 'mine?' If he reciprocates, confirming that 'yes, he's hers too,' then she'll practically croon into his kiss.

Also likes it when Silco uses possessive pet names such as 'my kitten' or 'my treasure' or 'my pet' or 'my pearl' or 'my doll' or even 'my queen' for her & she tends to use them for him herself. Things like, 'my king' or 'my love' or 'my darling.'

There's definitely a lot of co-dependency going on in this relationship.

Adores Jinx & enjoys listening to her babble on about her inventions. Eager to give her own input when appropriate. Seems to know how to handle the girl in a way that even Silco really doesn't at times. Is very kind, calm, & motherly with the girl. Has big mom energy.

Helps Silco to administer his medicine whenever Jinx is busy. Holds him close when he seizes from the pain, nuzzling & kissing his throat.

Will also seamlessly step into his spot of ruthless business owner when he needs a break. Is normally sweet & demure, but it's like a switch is flipped & she becomes this cold, calculating queenpin. Still seems sweet, but in a passive-aggressive way, her edges suddenly far sharper & unusually threatening for a woman her size. She can actually handle most anything that Zaun or Piltover can throw at her with steel in her bones, she just prefers her life as Silco's cute little housewife.

Just very dedicated to taking care of her man & their daughter, making sure they're both happy & healthy. (Which includes helping Jinx come to terms with her past trauma & become a well-adjusted individual. As well as how to value people as more than toys to be played with until they're broken, then thrown away.)

Loves Jinx dearly, but quickly takes on the role of 'responsible parent' because it becomes very obvious, very quickly that Silco is very soft on the girl & literally lets her get away with murder. So, Reader takes on the dubious duty of being Mrs. Tough Love, in charge of real serious talk. Never oversteps the line, but definitely nudges it. Is really serious about this role & often reads parenting books. Is careful to never be cruel about it.

Also teaches Jinx how to fight both hand-to-hand, with a knife, or brass knuckles just in case she's ever without her guns or bombs. Gifted her with a pair of fingerless shooting gloves with metal knuckle studs. Would rip apart anyone who hurt the girl with her bare hands.

If anyone ever tries to kidnap Reader & hold her for ransom against Silco, she'll, 9 times out of 10, end up walking back home on her own covered in her captor's blood before the kingpin even has the chance to do anything, as though she hadn't just committed a massacre. Might even end up meeting up with him as he's searching for her. Always brings back a trophy, which tends to be something her captor held dear that's also small enough to carry with her.

Gifts it to Silco as an apology for having been stolen from him.

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Reader is innately a non-materialistic person & most things she wants tend to have some sort of utility or purpose, whether for herself or for her family. She's used to living a very spartan lifestyle, so it takes time for her to begin indulging in things. Even then, most superfluous things she becomes interested in will either help her to help Silco, is really something that Silco will like (such as lingerie), or reminds her of Silco or Jinx in some way.

She does have a fascination with stealth weapons & jewelry that have a utilitarian use. Things like her hair stick weapons or shoes with blades in the heels or earrings that function as 2-way radios or charm bracelets with charms she can remove & throw to the ground & they turn out to be smoke bombs or flash bangs or a bracelet that unfolds into a wrist-mounted mini-crossbow. Things like that.

Has also begun to learn pharmacology & various other medical studies for fear of her new family getting hurt or becoming ill.

Is quickly becoming skilled in biochemistry, pharmacology, pharmacognosy, & alchemy as a result. (Revived Silco after Jinx shot him at the end of season 1.)

Has discovered that she enjoys gardening & cultivates plants that are useful for poison making, alchemy, medicine, or cooking.

Is an immaculate strategist & has a natural inclination for noticing cause & effect. As such, she has a tendency to see the long-term consequences of Silco's plans when he simply doesn't see the full scope at times. Such as the long-term consequences that Shimmer will have on Zaun & its people, as well as Zaun's incoming economic collapse should the city not find any other products to trade besides Shimmer.

As such, she alerts him to those consequences without making him feel like she's criticizing or degrading him.

Because of this, she recommended that he hire people to scour Runeterra for phytoremedial & cave-dwelling plants, including crops, to try & alleviate this oversight.

She & Silco enjoy playing chess. In the beginning, Reader would let him win until he noticed & requested that she no longer do so. She then began crushing him at the game. This resulted in Silco slowly becoming more skilled over time until they became pretty even skillwise. Now, the outcome is pretty even between Silco, Reader, & tie.

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It's just been brought to my attention that the Reader in this is kinda yandere herself &, honestly, they're right.

I suppose that Silco & Reader's relationship in this is supposed to be a lot like salt. In that salt is a benign compound made by combining 2 toxic elements, sodium (Na) & chloride (Cl). Don't know which represents which, but c'est la vie!

In this way, their combined yandere-ness sort of cancels each other out? Or, at least, that's what I'm going for here.

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How would Silco react to all of this do ya'll think?

Anyone who wants to tackle this is more than welcome to!

Just be sure to tag or link me!

[kining-the-evil]

Oh my god, the fantasy that just dropped in my head:

Imagine being kidnapped by Yandere movie director!randy Meeks and turned into his pretty little house wife

[heartfullofleeches]

I cant believe I forgot abt Selene, I luv her sm I'm gonna kill her husband then makeout w/ her - Cholly's scarf

Selene walls in on you butchering her husband. The woman seems rather unfazed with the fact you've essentially turned her waste of a lover into a human pin cushion, and more focused on smoothing out her dress. Had she'd known you were coming over and presenting her with such a wonderful gift she would have worn something nicer. She taps on the frame of the door, careful not to startle you.

"Darling, what are you up to?"

"Murdering your bastard husband so we can kiss after I hide his body."

Selene sighs. "Even when he's at death's door that man always finds a way to ruin things. If I have to wait for you any longer I think I'll die before he does and I don't think either of us want that. We can worry about him later, love. I'm sure the blood loss will get to him while we're gone."

"Okay!"

Selene takes your bloody hand and ushers you out the room - the last sight her husband ever sees being the gentle kiss she plants on your cheek as she leads you away from the bloody scene towards your new life as one.

[yanderefarm]

im thinking about yanderes and baby trapping

cw;; baby trapping, dubcon, omegaverse

ares and nephite would be the most likely to baby trap you.

ftm ares would try to convince you he can't even get pregnant to begin with or its a safe time of the month its ok!! and then he'd just keep going until it took. once he has the pregnancy test he'll pout and look at you with his eyes all wet. he didn't want to get pregnant you have to believe him!! and now you'll take care of him right? you have to marry him it's your responsibility.

nephite wouldn't let you leave the bedroom until he was pregnant. he'd give you a little break in between if he absolutely has to but otherwise you have to stay in bed. it's your job as his alpha to get him pregnant. of course once he is pregnant it's not like you actually get to leave. if you don't marry him he's going to be treated horribly by the cult, he'll be thrown away or maybe even worse. so you have to marry him and protect him.

[wordsbymae]

What would farmer if he met his pumpkin as someone who wanted to work for him. Pumpkin moves into the area interested in farming and sees that their neighbor already has farm. Then asks if they can work there. What does he do? Kidnap? Manipulate? Let them work for him, but then kidnap? I bet he would be so pervey. Hehe.

Taglist: @floraroselaughter

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As someone who has worked in the agricultural sector, I'm gonna put my little spin on it, I see the darling being someone who has to work with him. They're agricultural students, or vet students, someone who has to stay and work with him for 2 weeks. They had another place lined up but it was cancelled so they had to quickly find another place before the deadline.

Darling's brother's girlfriend's dad's brother worked for the Farmer and said he could sort it out for you. At the time it was a lifesaver, but reader didn't get to do their normal check to make sure it was somewhere they wanted to stay.

So they rock up to this farm, with this grumpy farmer who works them harder than they've ever worked before. After the first day they are seconds away from crying and leaving. But the farmer the next day is so weirdly different (nothing to do with the farmer watching them shower).

He starts giving them nicknames (pumpkin of fucking course) and real pervy ones like sweetcheeks. Doesn't matter what gender the reader is, he'll still use these sickly sweet nicknames, darlin, sweetpea, pretty/handsome. The reader clearly is uncomfortable, especially when he practically orders them to eat with him, and he's asking them questions about if they have a boyfriend or if they've got boys chasing after them.

He'll stop giving them farm hand work and start making them do domestic stuff too. Laundry, dishes, the floors, baking, cooking, suddenly it's two weeks down and they haven't had their boots on since last Wednesday. When it's time for the reader to leave he gets manipulative, the cause is they suddenly go missing he's the first suspect.

He manipulates the reader into staying another two weeks. He hasn't even shown them the pig shed yet so why not get your pig placement finished already.

Then another two weeks, for his dairy cows.

Then another week for his chickens.

Suddenly reader just doesn't leave and is a housewife through and through

(and if you're into breeding it's cause he baby trapped)

[scratchandplaster]

Stack The Deck - PART 13

CW: Carewhumper, non-con touching, referenced stalking/non-con bathing/nudity, gaslighting, panic attack

PART 12 ⇽ [Masterlist] ⇾ PART 14

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All of this could be worse, Elliot had to constantly remind himself of this fact; so, so much worse.

At the very least he didn't find himself in the trunk of a Honda or a crack house bathroom, just the sparsely decorated home of Chris, being far more tidy than he'd like to give him credit for. Said man had disappeared a few minutes ago, leaving Elliot to stew in bewilderment. The spots where skin had met skin started to itch.

Focus, come on. Neither the lonely houseplant next to the TV nor the properly aligned armchair could help him; behind the bed he was placed in stood a dresser with a full ashtray on it. The sun that had so rudely woken him up before already moved on, but the window it entered through didn't budge an inch, letting the muffled sound of cars driving up and down the road flow through the glass. They were at least on the third floor.

Jump, a harsh force pulled at his stomach, now. What else would he break in the process?

The smell of vanilla and sugar let him come to a bit more, a sour taste gathering at the thought of what's next to come. Even though Elliot had no idea why he was taken again, the animal part of his brain prepared for the worst regardless; knowing this time could be dangerous in a whole different sort of way.

"Do you like pancakes?" Morris called out, looking back from the kitchen to check if this was still real, if Elliot was really with him now, "Of course you do."

Did he? Elliot wasn't so sure about it anymore, he couldn't get his next steps on track: a rescue he couldn't remember, the warm welcome, the fact that Amber was just old news - where did this suddenly come from? What do you call a joke nobody's laughing about?

Wrapped up in the hysteric circle of repetitive thoughts, his hands started to knead hills and valleys into the blanket and rewarded his already tense arm with a short sting of fire. Elliot usually avoided to, but looking down at his palms, he noticed the rough red lines of dark scab across them.

"Did I fall?" he whispered to nobody in particular.

"Yeah, I guess so. I mean, you were bleeding; your knees too. Don't you feel that?" The well-meaning hint fell on deaf ears.

Though Elliot did feel that. An all-too familiar burn started spreading its stinging tendrils out to reach his elbow first and if not appeased quickly enough, it would only grow further. On some days, it crawled up behind his eyes.

But not yet, there was still time. Finally ready to act, Elliot threw the heavy covers off his legs, which were not tied together despite the uneasy memories. He could work with that.

The cooked batter already built up bubbles, he could see it from where he was standing now, the kitchen also being the entrance area and final room to separate them from the outside world. After flipping it over to reveal a perfectly browned crust, Morris at last noticed him: "I thought of you, moving north into the wilderness to ride moose and become a park ranger or whatever. She got me good; upstate, my ass!"

Jesus Christ, what is he going on about? Elliot had read an article about brain damage some odd months ago: poor Morris probably had an aneurysm during the time they didn't see each other, and hopefully would be blessed with another one soon. This had to be it. He, for one, didn't act like a guy who got invested in a spontaneous religious awakening.

Elliot swallowed hard, interrupting the senseless yapping and looking into Morris' steam-covert face that only underlined his unsettling glassy expression: "I can't do this again. Please, I give you everything."

They faced each-other while still keeping a good distance, with the door to the hallway practically only a jump away. Elliot could make it.

"The bathroom is on your right," Morris said through a patient smile, "Freshen up a bit."

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Coward. Even a splash of cold water on his puffy eyes didn't soothe the lingering frustration; if this were the Olympics, he'd be awarded the golden medal for backpedaling, especially when it came to his own survival. You dumb fucking coward.

Elliot even lacked the guts to lock the bathroom door. When push comes to shove, one could bet Morris would just kick the hinges in.

Where had the time gone; the time he should have used to prepare, to take action against Morris? Not boxing, naturally, but something... anything meaningful. All that followed was well deserved, it seemed, the punishment for wasting away in his childhood bedroom and staring motionless at a wall for eight months.

The bathroom mirror gave a flash of relief as Elliot pressed his forehead against the cool glass. Think! 

For the first time in a long year, he looked at his reflection. A broken man glared back through empty eyes. Single beads of water ran down his chin to be soaked up into his shirt, already damp with the stench of fear and sweat.

The shirt he wore the whole night; a shirt he did not wear yesterday, one he did not even own, meaning that Morris had to- Oh god.

Maybe he should think less, before losing the last bit of sanity.

Not that it mattered, Elliot's only goal was clear: convince Chris to leave him alone, even when he had to bear his unorthodox signs of reparation. Smile and nod and play Crazy Eights until he opens the door: old habits and such. Nothing to lose this time, he could do it!

As Elliot awkwardly stalked back to the kitchen, the stinging had already engulfed his whole left hand and throbbed with every horrid expectation. One favor Morris could do him, if this went south too, was to cut the damn thing off already. Turning around into the kitchen fully now, he was greeted by the same stupid grin that send him away. At least one of us is having fun.

Elliot was gently led to the table and forced to sit tight until the chef was gracious enough to join him; dragging his chair to position it opposite to his guest. A stack of warm pancakes was placed carefully in front of both; they didn't look half bad.

So this was the apology breakfast then.

"Here you go, Ell!"

The cutlery slid right next to the plate and with Chris closer than ever before, Elliot could feel his body heat on his face. By reflex, his head curled down to make himself as small as possible, as if mesmerized by the pancakes he was blankly staring at.

"Say when." A thin stream of sticky maple started to coat them: the apology syrup, surely.

He would have appreciated all the effort in a different context, but with his sweaty right clenched around the butter knife, any sense of domestic bliss was lost.

Elliot felt his mouth go dry in anticipation; bile already collecting further.

None of them had noticed how heavy their breathing went, so Morris decided to be more brisk and let the hand he had positioned so innocently on the backrest slip down the small of Elliot's neck.

This is the apology- the-the apology...

The touch of rough fingers against his sensitive skin made Elliot shudder violently and writhe away from the contact. Even though that wasn't a "when", the steady drizzle of syrup stopped in its flow.

Letting his hand wander even further down to dip under his collar and between his shoulder blades, Chris too was mesmerized. His skin felt pleasantly warm to the touch; stroking back and forth, up and down to soothe his boy who was nearly losing it again. So tense.

He knew it only got worse the longer this medicine he demanded was held back, so why not enjoy the last calm moments for a while. Brushing the peach fuzz at the base of his hairline awarded Chris a low whine. So pretty.

His left arm was sore by now and already cooking up a storm, Elliot could feel it.

Morris felt glad his guest was deadly focused on the meal he made them, otherwise his bright red face would only prove how excited he was getting.

He hadn't missed how much longer Elliot's hair had grown, still happy that he managed to wash it last night. Speaking of which, was he always this pale and skinny? He did look kinda rough, Chris determined with a frown, they hadn't taken good care of him, wherever he'd been before.

Not for much longer, of course.

Elliot too had learned from his mistakes, though he never expected to use his newfound knowledge. Enjoying a bite to wake up god-knows-where; no, thank you! It made little sense to take his meds and just drug him still, but he had to anticipate senseless acts from a senseless man.

Elliot wouldn't look up, hell no, that face just helped to make him throw up faster.

"Sorry, but I'm not eating this," Elliot murmured, unsure if there was a gentle way of teaching him that.

Morris looked sheepish: "Oh, is it burned? The first ones always get a little bit more...crispy."

He neither took silence nor no for an answer, but two could play that game.

"So, what do you want to do after this?", Morris asked. He hoped to get the best use out of their intimacy before the inevitable temporary mood killer.

"You talk a lot." Sadly, not one coherent sentence. So Elliot refused to give in to the chit-chat.

"I'm just excited," Morris admitted quietly while desperate to hide the red blotches on his face.

Excited about what?

He had to sound like a broken record by now: "Did I do something wrong? I didn't tell anyone, I swear!"

Morris sighed.

"No, no, I'm not angry with you, is that so hard to believe?" He couldn't stop playing with full, dark strands of hair. "I just said these things to buy more time."

Collecting what remained of his shaky words, Elliot failed to bite his tongue any longer. Sweet-talk me all you want.

"Y-you said, you'd kill my mother."

Morris would never, scout's honor! That woman was huge.

"Yeah, I didn't mean that, obviously!" came the annoyed huff.

Obviously, like Morris wasn't a dangerous man to be around. Obviously, like it was Elliot's fault for believing threats against their lives.

"Wouldn't make a difference if you had told them, either."

A difference for Elliot nonetheless, one could suppose, seeing how drenched in tears he suddenly was. In another life, one where he got to be less of a disappointment, he told his parents and doctors the truth to make peace with himself. 

At worse, new accusations only fast-tracked Morris tardy rendezvous with justice. Dragging an unconscious stranger through the streets perhaps did raise some eyebrows... Do you even know about the warrant? Maybe you like a spark of danger.

Unable to protest, free-flowing tears got thumbed away by a caring hand and unbeknownst to Elliot, Morris simply loved that he let himself cry freely.

In the open space behind them, a phone started humming anew. The unhappy musician was finally lucid enough to recognize the melody this time: Für Elise.

In case he had been smart enough to spend the last months growing a backbone, he would have spat Morris straight in the face. The sheer audacity made all tears ebb in an instant.

After what had been more than enough time with strange hair between his fingers, Morris took a seat and let his head drop into his hands: "I hope that doesn't bother you, I'm just gonna let it ring."

Actually, it did bother Elliot, but in a whole different way.

"Where's my phone?", he asked instead, because surly, whatever scenario he was dragged into, Morris considered him sympathetic enough to gift him one call. Like in the movies.

Bet he isn't dumb enough to let it lie around.

The response he got was a worthless shrug: "You didn't have one on you."

How well did that freak search me?

The only other explanation was him losing it during the fall, where and when this supposedly happened was a whole different mystery to him. Taking a hesitant forkful of batter into his mouth, Elliot hoped his good manners would earn him a blink of silence: time he needed to think about his next steps. For now, it only brought a satisfied grin onto himself.

After a few more minutes, the ringing died down.

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It became extremely clear that Elliot's plan would go up in flames. A chat with Chris, to smile and look pretty, forcing half a pancake down his tightening throat - he really put all into it. It wasn't enough.

His face burned brightly now too, from fear or rising nerval misery was unclear, all he knew was that it hurt. Pearls of sweat slipped along his fingertips into his lap while Morris was too busy cleaning up the table: "I guess you're full for now, huh?"

The low coo only made him twitch in his seat. Elliot had to stop losing himself.

"How's your...the-the rabbit. You had one of those, right?" Chris asked, turning towards the sink to put the dishes in.

"Good," Elliot tried to say, but any effort to speak was cut off by a choking flare that shot up his neck. The ache hit him without warning throughout every muscle fiber and surged right back into its birthplace, over and over, until nothing but a hollow wheeze shook his body.

It hadn't been this bad in a long time; his skull threatened to split into pieces and if nobody was here to help, then Elliot was glad to take the job.

Fuck Chris and his absolution, if he didn't want to finish what he started, so be it.

This wasn't an abandoned crack house, he didn't need to leave the building, but just had to find someone who lived here too.

Move, the force demanded again, now; and this time Elliot listened.

Without second thought, he slid from the chair and leaped for the door, even closer to it than ever before.

One -two- three steps now and with the door latch just in reach, he-

A thick arm quickly wrapped around his waist to throw him unceremoniously against the nearest wall. His left hand was on fire.

"Let go!" Elliot gasped loudly; too close to screaming for Chris' liking, so a skilled grip around the neck made him shut it quite nicely.

"Calm down, it's alright. Just don't be loud." At least right now. Nobody minded him being noisy elsewhere...soon, he couldn't expect this right off the bat. "Look, I'll let go, but the door is locked anyway, so don't freak out again."

What Elliot tried didn't came as a surprise, but hurt him nonetheless. Morris was more disappointed than upset.

"I'm not doing anything to you, I'm just trying to help!"

Still pressed against the wood-chip wallpaper, one fist grabbing his left arm and one flat on his chest, Elliot could do nothing but take ragged breaths. He was going insane, without question.

"Then help me," he wailed, "nothing of this is alright, I want to leave!"

"You want your next fix, but I won't let that happen, sweetie," he replied sullenly, noticing how Elliot cringed at the pet name. There was enough time to find one that fit.

"I'm not a fucking junkie!" he tried now, his breaking voice didn't make this any more convincing, much less his mood.

"Then why so antsy, huh?"

"It hurts," Elliot mewled, trying to pull his hand free, "just stop!"

"Why? I'm not even holding on tight..."

What was this man going on about? Elliot wondered if he was that dumb; or maybe found it funny.

"You know why," he whispered baffled.

Morris' disappointment spread. He knew what that meant, an imminent truth he tried to sugarcoat for a while: the answer to the question of why Elliot didn't show up for the Oratorio, or any other show after that.

Loosening his grip on the arm, but still pressing Elliot closer against the wall, he took his time to inspect the damned hand in question, to really look at his past fuck-up.

It was clearly thinner and paler, even compared to the rest of Elliot, except for the gnarly red scar line that ran from his wrist all the way to the back of his pinky. Fresh new wounds aside, the weakly curled up pair of fingers, four and five respectively, refused to spread out, not held by force but lack of it.

Morris could feel the rigid metal wires under the dewy, paper-like skin. A few pins in there, or a plate at least. The noise when knife met bone played on loop in his ears: the moment once sharp crunch turned into soft smacks.

This wasn't supposed to happen, all of it was simply wrong.

"Why does it look like that, Ell?"

"You tell me, asshole!"

The tension between them rose high again, and with their faces just inches apart, Elliot prayed that he overheard his insult. Any more pressure and his fingers would just snap on impact.

Despite it all, the confused man didn't pay him any mind, too focused on the fruit of his labor: "That doesn't make sense, it should be back to normal by now."

Through the smoke of pain and leftover narcotics, Elliot wondered if he could be braver this time around, as he pulled the hand back to his side.

"Doesn't matter anymore. I want - I need to go home. I don't understand why you're doing this at all. You're so-"

Different, yes. His Elliot was on the best way to finally understand. Chris didn't want to confess yet, it would be too much at once.

"I missed you." The soothing tone was put on in good faith.

"Missed?" It was practically spat at him. Missed what? Beating me? "Didn't you do enough already?"

Craving revelation, though refusing to back down, both men clenched their jaw tight.

"You need to stop, Morris," Elliot had one last desperate offer to give in case Chris really was insane, not in the pop psychology sort of way, but by being a seriously sick man: "I-I can visit you, okay?!"

Why visit when you can just stay?

"Elliot, quit being so formal."

A buzz ripped them apart. Go to hell, Elise!

Gladly, Morris let go of his chest to stomp over to the kitchen counter.

"Fucking Belanger, I swear to god." With a swift motion, the call was ended. It was obvious that dear Chris tried to keep his facade alive, even with all nerves on edge.

"That's my - uh, that's not really my boss, he only annoys me sometimes."

Elliot nodded wordlessly, as if he could give a rat's ass about Morris and his little pusher friends running around town, playing UNO all night long and ruining other people's relationships.

"Just ignore that, he's from Quebec so," he rolled his eyes excessively, "y'know?!"

No, Elliot didn't know. Respectively, he knew nothing, even after spending all morning with him. The oh-so obvious reason for his stay was still a blank hole of ignorance for him.

He couldn't believe a single word coming from that bastard's mouth, he was a liar back then, and he would be one on every single day to come.

Elliot didn't even register how badly he was shivering.

"We just take it slowly," Morris offered, but struggled to cleanse the atmosphere, "only talk and spend some time together. Do you know Azul? The game with the little tiles?"

Elliot sensed how this would go, the bile in his mouth started having the horrible aftertaste of moonshine and ichor.

Oh god, I can't do this again.

Dizziness hit him from nowhere and took all leftover strength from his already drained body. Panting heavily, Elliot didn't remember how he ended up on the cold floor, just how he kept on shaking whilst staring at Morris through blurry eyes.

As if underwater, no words reached him.

He'd laugh at himself, how the thought of another game night made his already wild panic spike, if his lungs didn't trick him into believing he was drowning on land.

I can't do this again, I can't do this again.

"Hey!"

A weight was placed on his chest, wrapping around his ribs and holding him close - so, so close as if to press all the fear out of him. His mind was racing, partly happy the oncoming lightheadedness alleviated the pain being pumped into him with every fluttering heartbeat.

Inhaling was needles in his lungs, exhaling pointless. The air refused to leave against the source of the comforting pressure.

"-need my pills," was the last thing he could force out, before the rest of Chris' heavy body buried him in a tight embrace. Next to Elliot's ear, he shook his head and shushed him gently.

"You're good for me" he murmured, fighting to keep the clutch, "I'm sorry, we'll make this work."

Unable to help himself, Elliot gave in to the dark walls that were closing in around them, praying for unconsciousness to take him away quickly.

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