#worshipper yandere

[blarshwritezz]

Could you write a yandere worshipper with a god darling? The darling isn't a benevolent god and requires bloody sacrifices but they are willing to offer anything and everything to them. I would imagine a scenario where the god descends on earth for the first time and he gets to meet them, what would they do? An obsessive, extremely delusional yandere that believes they are meant to be the darling's spouse.

Gender neutral reader and male yandere possibly!

(Can have NSFW or not, whatever you feel most inspired to do)

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Oh yes! The motivation has me in a chokehold with this one! Also, I was planning on adding NSFW, but got super caught up in the writing and didn't. I'm sorry

Yandere Worshipper x God Reader

M yan x gn reader

TW - obsessive behavior, delusional behavior, blood, torture, murder, harming animals, masochism, manipulation

Before you, his life was miserable. Nothing was worth living for. Everything absolutely pissed him off. Most nights he'd go into the forest behind his home and kill whatever small animals he could find rather than sleep. There was something relaxing about causing something to bleed and watching the light slowly drain from their eyes.

On one of those such nights, he just so happened to kill a rabbit on an abandoned altar. Your altar. He didn't really notice. It just seemed like another abandoned structure. Just a crumbling rock covered in vines to him. Nothing special whatsoever.

Oh how wrong he was. That "stupid rock" was exactly the thing that would change his life.

As the blood of the rabbit seeped through the vines and onto the stone, lightning struck. Odd, it wasn't supposed to rain that night. Regardless, he didn't want to get all wet, that'd be inconvenient. He went home, rain pouring as soon as he closed his door. Lucky timing.

It was nearly 3am, and he had to be up in 2 hours for work. Maybe he should actually try to get some sleep. Only bothering to take off his shoes, he went to the couch and flopped down. Tomorrow was going to be just the same. He closed his eyes, sleep taking him faster than usual.

It was dark. He never feared the dark, but there was something...eerie about this. It seemed like, other than a small area around him, this place was entirely void of light.

Was this a dream? It had to be. But it felt so...real.

The rabbit he had just killed tonight was suddenly tossed to his feet, coming from the darkness. But something was off. It had no blood left. It was completely dried up.

"My, you certainly are disgusting, aren't you?" A voice rang out all around him. "I adore it."

He tried to speak. To ask what was going on. But nothing. Not a sound came out of his throat.

"Let's make a deal." An ominous hand extended from the darkness. "I will give you all your darkest desires, let you harm whomever you want as horribly as you want. And all I ask of you is that you sacrifice their blood to me. Do we have a deal?"

Well, there's a reasons dreams are called as such. The idea of getting to live out his twisted desires freely absolutely was his dream.

Even if this wasn't real, he agreed anyway. He took the hand and shook it, feeling how cold it was. Your grip was brutal and freezing. If this was real, you might have almost broke his hand.

"That's a good boy~" Your voice faded away, drowned out by the sudden wind.

He awoke with a start. It was still the middle of the night. Checking his phone, he found that he only got about 10 minutes of sleep.

But he also found a large, unnatural bruise on his hand. Right where yours would have held it. Was that...not a dream?

He was hesitant at first. As much as he wanted it to be true, life just wasn't that good to him. But that next night, he went back to your altar. The rabbit and its blood were gone. It was too clean for some other animal to have taken it. So he wanted to try something out. He found three squirrels - it must have been a good night - and brought their carcasses to your altar.

And when he came back the next morning, there wasn't a trace of them.

So it was real...it really was! It started simple. He'd hunt small animals and deliver them to the altar. At some point, he even cleared the vines covering it and made sure the area was nice and clean for you. He's been getting frequent visits from you in his dreams. Even if all he knew was your hand and voice, you were growing more and more enticing...and he even gained your trust enough to allow him to speak!

But the little forest critters quickly learned to avoid the area. Some nights, he couldn't find a single thing for you. And so, during one of your dream visits, he begged and pleaded for an answer.

"My god, my perfect god, I am so sorry! No matter how far I go, I can't seem to find enough blood for you! Please, give me an answer! How shall I please you without enough sacrifices?" He was pathetic, down on his knees in front of you. Or at least, where he thought you were.

Truly, your mortal pet was adorable.

"My one and only follower, let me give you the answer..."

When you said it...it seemed so simple. And truly he was flattered.

He spent his days and nights doing exactly as you said. His home turned into more of a church dedicated entirely to you. A church he would get people to join. It was difficult at first. His people skills were lacking, to put it kindly. But with your perfect guidance, he was able to sweet talk anyone into joining your cult church. It was getting so big that he got to quit his job. After all, your new followers were paying him now.

Preying on the weak and desperate made it easy! But of course, he still had to make sacrifices to you somehow until these people could be used. He needed their trust first. So how did he give you blood? Why, by giving you his of course! Just like you said to!

He loved to make blood spill. But he never realized it would feel so good to spill his own blood. If it was for you, he'd tear out his organs and bones one by one until you were satisfied.

He was enjoying himself too much, and everyone could tell. Well, his followers didn't yet know exactly what was going on, but they knew something was wrong. He was getting paler. He was tired and confused, he could hardly walk straight, and he seemed short of breath from simple tasks.

You couldn't have this. You couldn't let your prophet die of blood loss so soon. There was still much work to do.

"You worry me, my devoted follower. How will you spread my word when you're so weak?" Your cold hand reached from the darkness in his mind, your finger gently stroking his cheek.

This was pure bliss. If only he could never wake up. Your cold hand on his face, heat quickly rising in his cheeks. How kind you were to worry for him. That must mean he truly was meant to be yours!

He worked even harder after that dream. Soon enough, you had hundreds of followers! Enough that no one would notice a few going missing. That was when he could finally make big sacrifices to you.

Those who weren't dedicated enough to you payed the price. The basement of his home turned into a lovely little torture chamber. Those who displeased you in even the smallest ways found themselves down there, and never found their way out. No matter how much they screamed or cried or begged, forgiveness was never earned, and therefore neither was freedom.

Some were so pathetic that they even died. Those ones were fun. Such large sacrifices pleased you anytime he dragged them out to the altar. They made you grow more powerful.

It took so long to get here. So much work. He's become unrecognizable. But finally it was time. He'll never forget this dream. He'd never dare forget any of them! He made sure to write them down after waking up.

"It's nearly time, my faithful follower." Your voice, your absolutely perfect voice surrounded him and rang throughout his head.

"Time for what, my god?" No matter what it was, he was eager. After all, you sounded so pleased right now.

"Bring all our followers to my altar tomorrow night. Do as I say."

The word echoed through his mind. You said "our" followers. As in both of you, together. Ah, he really was meant to be your husband! And you knew it too! Clearly, otherwise you wouldn't have worded it like that. You were a very wise god, after all. You would never misspeak.

Or maybe you were just manipulating him, preying on his mad desire for you. He wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

As with all your commands, he did exactly as you said. He would never dare disobey you. They were confused, whispering and murmuring to each other. He was confused too, but that didn't matter. He did what you told him to! He was such a good follower.

Thunder roared above, the wind slowly picking up until it could nearly blow the frail man away. Lighting cracked up above, and rain began to pour. Some of the followers tried to love, not wanting to be stuck in this storm, only to be stopped by sudden cracks of lightning.

It was storming about as bad as it was the first night he "met" you. He kept his eyes on your altar, his hands clasped in front of his chest. Something was about to happen...

Then lightning struck it. Your one and only altar was...not destroyed? An imposing figure sat atop it, the storm dying down.

His jaw dropped as he fell to his knees. It had to be...those hands. This immaculate presence. The sheer fear that struck through his heart. Yes, this was most certainly his beloved god.

While everyone else had looks of shock and terror on their faces, his expression was one of pure bliss. His cheeks were red, a wide grin on his lips as drool dropped down his chin. Your perfection was beyond his wildest imagination.

"Footrest." Your powerful voice commanded, motioning for him to come closer with two fingers. He gladly crawled to you, on his hands and knees as you rested your feet on his back.

He just couldn't stop staring at you. He had to memorize every last detail in case he never sees it again. His absolutely perfect spouse...

"I ought to introduce myself properly. Yes, I am your god. Kneel before me!" Your voice boomed, becoming the only sound in the dense forest. Some of your followers kneeled more hesitantly than others. Those who hesitated...were quickly killed.

Your worshipper was in awe of your power and authority. The way you took those pieces of filth's lives with just a flick of your wrist was utterly divine. He's never seen something so beautiful.

"Those of you who do not dedicate your very being to me...are to die here tonight." You smirked as the people uproar. Did they truly think you were as benevolent as they'd been told? It was their own fault for trusting the delusional man beneath your feet.

It was a massacre. A bloody, brutal, unstoppable massacre. No one was spared. No one but him. They would now be your slaves in the afterlife thanks to their (lackluster) devotion to you in life.

He was absolutely enamoured. He's never seen so much blood. Such beautiful red, so many dead bodies...you most certainly were a good deserving of his complete worship and devotion. It was he that did not deserve your magnificence.

"Now, my devoted worshipper...join me. Plunge this world into utter despair and chaos with me."

"Yes, my god!" He would do anything you wanted! Anything...this world would know your name, and it would be all because of him.

Alright, that was a good one! Endings are hard- also, sorry if there's any errors. It was a long one this time! (Yay!)

[yandere-kokeshi]

— Jealousy

Pairing: Yandere bee’s x gender-neutral reader x jealous female worker

Warnings: Yandere behavior, violence; knife usage, reader thinks it's their fault that something traumatic happened.

A/N: These bee characters belong to @yanderemommabean — please check out my first one if you wanna read it! Otherwise have fun reading <33

Jealousy and anger mixed is an ugly emotion. Unbridled rage even more so; the feeling of your chest running throughout your body, hands tightening into a fist where it turned into muscle spasms and the envious thoughts that came with it; she despised you.

She was a fellow worker, a fathomed woman filled with jealousy and rage towards you. All day, she was forced to serve you and have a smile placed on her face, yet when her rightful place was in that king-sized bed, worshiped with all hands filled with lotion to massage her stressed muscles and be given any type of food she ordered.

Oh, how she wished that would be her: be cradled in the lap of the drones, kissed gently as they praised her for doing a good job for the bed work.

Though, she can say that her patience was running thin. If only there was a way to get rid of the obstacle that prevented her living her dream, maybe make you believe she’d rub lotion onto your continuous used joints, suffocate you right there and then. Or, she could just drug you every day, watch you slowly drift away as she gets to the spot she very deserves.

Tonight would be the night she would get her rightful place, and be called a queen.

You had just gone for a walk; a small, innocent, and harmless walk in the hive. You had been bed-stuck for hours, being worshiped with many hands and mouths; you were tired and needed to stretch your legs from the hours of pure pleasure.

Not that you minded it, it was just sometimes too much and you got overstimulation from the continuous surroundings that were always the same.

Walking around the huge hive, admiring the beautiful windows that showed the planet’s beauty and scenery, you had stopped in the middle of the hall, looking at the beautiful stars in the midnight sky that glimmered now and again.

Then, you heard fast and steady footsteps behind you, before you could even react, you were pushed against the wall harshly; hands wrapped around your throat whilst being crushed against the wall.

“Do you think you’re better than me?” the woman cursed at you, shooting you a venomous look with gritted teeth, sharp canine teeth snarling like a beast; ready to devour you piece by piece.

Trying to scream from the immediate position, she quickly covered your mouth, kicking your knees to dwell in pain and trying to get you to submit – listen to her ‘wise’ words.

You struggled against her tight grip, terrified and shocked by this sudden behavior. After months of being captured and treated like a deity, you were no longer used to abuse and wrong-doing; quite the opposite.

“Now, you listen to me or I’ll hurt you badly.” she stared into your soul, “Understand?”

Quickly nodding at her words, tears gently rolled down your face as your teeth chattered against one another.

“I’ve hated you ever since I’ve met you, you don’t deserve these goodies! No-one like you deserves it.” she threatened, looking at you like a kid in front of a criminal. Pulling her hand from your throat, she pulled out a knife: a thick, silvered one decorated with flowers.

With the leftover energy you had, you kicked your knee into her groin and pushed her away, causing the blade to clatter away from both of your grasps.

“You ass!” She screamed at you.

From fear, you tripped on your own feet yet still had the energy to be crawling away.

You tried grabbing it but were quickly pulled away by your foot, back where you originally were. The high chance of reassurance was now ripped away the moment she crawled atop of you, forcing you down with her whole weight pressured against your chest.

A fist collided with your face, making your vision blurry and disorienting your hearing from the left ear. You tried stopping her continuous assaults, yet nothing worked amongst her hungry wrath and jealousy over you.

Pools of warm metallic fluid made its way to your mouth, the blunt and foul taste of thick blood made you gag. From the corner of your eye, you saw the blade glistening in the moonlight, highlighted like a rare piece of ore had just been found.

Trying to scream once more, thin fingers made their way to your throat, closed around your airway. You tried grabbing her hands that were tightly surrounded on your neck, cutting oxygen but it was no use.

No matter how much you scratched, she never stopped the pressure.

Finally, what felt like an entirety, she let go but with the shift of doing something else; admiring the thin blade that was right beside the two of you.

You couldn’t move, all your energy from being choked was floating away.

“P-lease…” You begged, trying to change her mind from what she was thinking. From your clouded vision, you could only see a bit of guilt was shown in her face.

Only a little bit but it was there: humanely emotions that were still present.

You saw her hesitate, peering down to connect eyes with you; focusing on the blood, thick marks on your throat, and pools of blood from the cuts on your face. Hard, whistling could be heard from your lips, coating in thick blood and spit.

Anger coated her eyes, face scrunching in pure revenge before leaning over to grip the sharp object. Raising the knife above her head, the tip of the blade made its way towards you; highlighting your small yelp.

Shunk

Why aren’t they here yet? They should be protecting you.

Shunk

You didn’t want to die, you have so much to live for!

Shunk

Maybe you deserved this.

Shunk

Why did it have to be you?

You were gone. Nowhere to be seen. Nobody was informed that you left your bed-quarters.

All of them were freaking out, all of them were looking for you; flying high and low, yelling ‘majesty!’ throughout the halls while some of them were sobbing thinking something worse happened.

But, when they smelled your blood coming from a certain hallway, they knew something was wrong.

And that it was. They found the woman in front of you, covered in head to toe with your blood and holding the very knife they had given to her a day prior for being a good maiden to you.

“Majesty!” One of the drones screamed, running towards you as the medic team showed; grabbing you gently before attending to your injuries.

Everyone was frozen. The military leader and capital leader were in complete shock.

Then, they all looked at her, teeth snarling and growling throughout the room; buzzing with pure anger.

The military leader’s hand clenched in anger, “Why would you do this!” He growled at the woman, who wasn’t merciful nor looking at your body; rather looking at the ground. He marched up to her, pushing her against the wall while his face showed bloodcurdling anger in that moment.

“Answer the question!” He snapped, making her look at him with a laugh before speaking.

“I hated them, that’s why. They weren’t anyone special! I simply did you guys a job to stop worshiping someone so—”

A punch came to her face. Then another. Then a dozen followed to make sure she felt the same as what she did to you.

“Captain!” A drone yelled, arms pulling him off of her to strop his merciful punches so they can update on your needs.

“They’re moving the majesty to the bed-quarters. They said they’re in critical condition, what do you want us to do?”

He looked at him, giving one look at her before looking back at his men. “Bring the traitor to the champers. After I— we make sure that the majesty is well, we’ll drop her to the feeders.”

Nodding towards the two soldiers that were behind her, who forcefully dragged her down the hall as she screamed ‘no!’ and ‘please!’ before he and a few others followed your way.

You were awakened by your head throbbing. The room was dimly lit from the lamps in the corner and underside of the doors.

Looking around, you realized you were in your bed-quarters, swallowed by a whole bunch of blankets, pillows, and medical equipment that were glued to you: a type of breathing nasal cannula onto your face, as well as new clothes and bandages decorating your skin.

Trying to move forward to get up, your body quickly rejects you, causing immense pain throughout your body and reel back into the soft bed, head rolling back in frustration.

Within seconds, the doors to your bedroom swung open, revealing a few drones, maidens, and the military leader.

“Thank god! You’re awake!” One of the maidens yelled out, running towards your side to hold your hand; grasping your hand, squeezing it three times to signal a small ‘I love you’.

You smiled at the maiden, before looking at the captain who was walking towards you with a cup of water. “Open your mouth, please.”

Opening your mouth, the glass brushed between your lips; wet and cool water touching the inside, throat slightly burning from the usage after a long time.

His hand gently caressed over the side of your head, above your ear to stable the swallowing. “You’re doing so good, take a couple more sips.”

His touch was comforting to say the least, so was the maiden.

Taking away the cup from your mouth, you were still desperate for water. Looking at him, you spoke: “H-how long have I… been out?” you asked, voice coming out hoarse.

The maiden looked at you worriedly, “You’ve been out for a week. We were all worried. Glad the medics were there in time, you lost a lot of blood!” she weeped, slight buzzing coming from her before tears formed as she sobbed; reviewing the horrific image of you on that floor.

“We’re all just glad you’re well. I’m sorry that I and the others weren’t there to protect you.” He looked at you, getting on his knee beside your bedside to hold your other hand, slightly kissing it with a saddened look.

You smiled gently, “Me too. I’m sorry as well. I was stupid enough—”

You were quickly interrupted by the captain, “No! You are not stupid, you’re majesty. It was our fault that you were bed-stricken, we should’ve taken care of you but we failed; It is our fault, not yours.” He sternly stated.

You smiled again, tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

“I was so scared.” you confessed.

The maiden squeezed your hand, pushing her head against yours, making her antenna’s tickle your face, “We’re so sorry. Please forgive us.”

The captain nodded before looking at the maidens that were now walking in, he gave you one look, before kissing the side of your head, “We’ll always be here for you, Majesty. I’m gonna deal with some issues, but I’ll be right back. Okay? Rest as much as needed.”

As he left, the current maiden holding your hand kissed the other side of your head, looking at you before she spoke, “You’ve done so well, your majesty. Can you please do something for us?”

You nodded, feeling a hand tug at your underarms ever so gently. “We need you to stand up. Do you think you can do that?

“I-I can try,” You replied. She smiled, antennae slightly dancing. “That’s all we ask, you’re Majesty.”

They helped you get into a sitting position, making you hold onto them mostly for support. Taking a deep breath, you pushed yourself to your feet, holding a maiden’s arm to keep up straight. Standing with shaky legs, looking at the ground as they helped guide you to the bathroom; letting you know that they were in no rush and to take baby steps.

“You’re doing so well, few more steps you’re majesty,” A maiden praised you, hand clasped in your hand while you made it to the bathroom, cold tiles touching your feet. In front of you, the tub is already filled with water, soap, and your favorite scents mixed in with honey.

One maiden touched your waist, you could feel her body warm and buzzing, slightly calming your nerves. One of them gently lifted you, letting you sit on the edge of the tub with a whine of soreness as they both undid the bandages, checking your injuries whilst trying to distract you from the pain.

Soon, a loofah gently caressed your body, careful to wash the surrounding areas of the stitching. They praised you, continuously complimented you to make sure you felt safe, comfortable, and okay to continue.

“Majesty?” A voice called you out of your thoughts, looking at the women and dulled water. “You okay?”

You nodded, whispering a couple of words with a sour look: “I’m perfect. Jus’ a bit sore, that’s all.”

One of the maidens frowned, making sure to look at the others before finishing up the bath. After getting out of the warmth tub, a few helped you get dressed, being very careful and praising you on the way.

Leaving the bathroom, one of them lovingly caresses your back, side of your head, and cheek for comfort as they help you make it to your bed. Feeling the soft sheets against your undergarments, you immediately let out a long, heavy, and deserved sigh.

A few of the maidens let out a giggle and spoke: “Take all the time you need. We’ll be here when you wake up.” She said as she came into the bed, nuzzling behind you before buzzing louder.

“We’ll take care of you, your Majesty. We promise you.”

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[maybe-limerence]

Hello! I absolutely loved going through your page, you have such wonderful writing and your color-coding of the pronouns adds such perfect emphasis! I would love to possibly colaborate some day, if not, I'm happy to just read your works!

If you wouldn't mind, I would like to request what would happen if Worshipper and Self-indulgant had the same innocent darling? It just seems like such an interesting fire and ice dynamic!

No Longer Yours

TW: Stabbing, implied murder,

Pronouns: Gender Neutral

AN: Oml, you’re so sweet <3, I’d love to collaborate with you ^^. Feel free to send a message! :) + sorry I took so long, I’ve been working on the flower folk individual posts T^T.

Yan! Ex boyfriend (Jay) x Reader x Yan! Ex’s Rival (Ezrah)

Yandere types: Worshipper, Self-Indulgent

Darling type: Innocent

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You were so sweet and kind, always seeing the best in people. Especially those you love.

You had so much love in your heart, even for your boyfriend. Even when you thought he was cheating, you pushed it away.

He wouldn’t do that to me was a common thought. You thought he loved you as much as you loved him.

Oh how you were wrong :(

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“Why? Was I not good enough?!” You whisper-shout.

You learned long ago that if you dare raise your voice at your boyfriend, you would be punished.

“You know what? No, you weren’t good enough. You are the most annoyingly boring person,” your boyfriend spat back.

Tears spilled down your cheeks, silently shaking you looked down.

“And now you’re crying, you know I hate when you cry,” your boyfriend reached out.

Slap

You smacked his hand away. Both of you looked at your action in disbelief.

Your boyfriend was the first to come to his senses. He was angry. Beyond angry actually.

“If you think I’m going to let you forget this, you’re sorely mistaken bitch.”

You looked at him in horror and shock. Backing away, not knowing what was to come, tears started flowing again.

He reached out and was about to grab you when your hand found the door knob and flung the door open.

Darting out, you ran as far as you could. You only had one thing on your mind.

I can’t let him get me.

You continued to run, run down the streets of your city.

You didn’t care your feet were being cut with the broken glass bottles from the bars, you didn’t care your body was screaming for air, you didn’t care that people were looking at you.

You just wanted to be safe.

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A man looked to the night sky, not bothering to look at where he was going.

I wonder if it’ll rain tonight.

He was still wasn’t looking when he ran into a cold body, a small oomph coming from him as their body collided with his.

The person fell back.

At first he was upset. He wanted to go off on them, but then he saw who they were.

His rival’s partner.

His crush.

“Hey, are you ok?” He asked, offering his hand to them. To you.

When he saw how you flinched, his heart broke.

Were you being mistreated by that asshole?

“Hey, I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, soothingly.

You looked at him with so much fear that it confirmed his suspicions.

Still shaking, you pushed yourself to stand. The more you tried and failed, the more panicked you became.

“Do you need help up?” He asked with such loving kindness, you almost wanted to cry.

You shakily took his hand, and let him walk you to his house.

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You were sitting in his bathroom as he was dressing your wounds. From what little you had seen of his apartment, it was nicer and cozier than your own.

You hissed in pain when he applied a disinfectant.

“It’s ok, I know it hurts, I’m sorry,” he spoke softly. He had been nothing but kind to you, cracking jokes to make you smile.

You recognized him. He was Ezrah, the man your boyfriend (well, now ex boyfriend) demonized often.

You didn’t understand why, he had been nothing but lovely to you. Much kinder than your ex.

“There, all done,” he smiled at you.

“Thank you,” you murmured.

He cleared his throat and opened his mouth. He looked like he was going to ask you something, but couldn’t find the words.

“Why were you running so fast? Was someone chasing you?” He finally decided.

You looked down and began to cry.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he apologized.

He never wanted to make you feel unsafe or uncomfortable

He just wanted to love you.

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You had fallen asleep long ago, passing out from exhaustion.

Ezrah had placed you into his bed, something he dreamed of for so long. He just wished it could have happened under better circumstances…

He wanted to touch you, play with your hair, caress your cheek, kiss you, make love.

He restrained himself. He couldn’t possibly do that without you telling him you wanted that.

He didn’t know what you’d been through, and he didn’t want you to relive trauma.

He didn’t want to scare you.

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Jay, your ex boyfriend, was walking through the city.

“You couldn’t have gone far,” he mumbled.

He wasn’t worried, you’d be back soon and he was pissed. You were his. His his his. You couldn’t do anything without him. You needed him.

As soon as he felt a rain drop land in his head, he swore that when you turned up you’d be in so much trouble.

He ran home, rain soaking his clothes.

When you get back, you’re dead.

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Three days passed. Three days of bliss.

You had been treated kindly, you felt safe. You felt loved. You felt like you.

Ezrah had waited on you hand and foot. Anything you wanted (which wasn’t much) you got.

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Three days passed. Three days of agony.

Jay was losing patience.

He would have blown up your phone, but you left it behind.

He had destroyed your apartment, called all your family (he didn’t allow you to have friends).

None of your family members knew where you were.

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Summer break was coming to an end. You started freaking out.

Jay had forced you to pick the same classes as him, and you were going to get your class list.

You would be separated from Ezrah.

Ezrah noticed your mood. He understood you so well, your nervous habits shown clear as day to him.

“What’s on you mind?” He asked as he poured you a cup of tea.

“I applied for the same classes as…” you trailed off.

“I see,” He replied.

As soon as he set the cup down, he walked out the room.

“I need to make a quick phone call.” He smiled at you.

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Knock Knock

A light knock came at Jay’s door and a feeling of anger bubbled in his chest.

It had to be you.

He opened the door, expecting to see your teary face and hear pitiful apologies, but instead was met by a stab to the wrist and a gloved hand over his mouth.

He tried to scream and struggled, but the weight and weapon made it hard to move.

Jay’s eyes pricked with tears as the blade was ripped violently out of his joint.

The door was closed with a swift kick.

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The day after you confided in Ezrah, you saw Jay, or what blurry thing was named Jay shown on the news broadcast.

You covered your mouth in horror. He must’ve died a horrible, gruesome death for the news to have to blur out so much.

Ezrah walked into the room, and seeing your distressed expression made his heart hurt.

He did the right thing, but to have you look so frightened was awful.

Ezrah pulled you into a hug, offering comfort as you cried into his shoulder, you not noticing the slight smirk in his voice.

Just as it should be.

[silent-browser]

God I love devoted yanderes.

The kind of yandere who would throw themselves through a window if it ment you would laugh even a little. The kind of yandere who would do some serious digging and internet stalking to find that childhood best friend you really bonded and haven't spoken to in years to make sure that they aren't competition to reunite the two of you for some purely wholesome fun. The kind of yandere who would stress and research a snack you had as a child but haven't eaten since so that they can find the company and blackmail them into making more or find a recipe that can hopefully recreate the snack for their sweet and precious love.

Only the best for their darling. Only the kindest words. Only the sweetest looks. Only the softest fabrics. Only the best for their love.

[zennadores]

Honestly, I despise those who think they know you more than me. How dare those idiots even entertain the thought. Still, the memory of you always calms me down. I hear your voice whispering reassurances. Perhaps just the thought of knowing we were meant to be is enough.

[llonelygoddess]

How the yanderes react to the reader kissing them and running away

Thank you for the request!! <3

When you kiss Dawn and then run away, she gives you a big smile and whistles after you. If it's mid-day and she's working she'll most likely wait till later to return the favor. Which would probably look like a spontaneous picnic in the back of her truck under the stars.

When you kiss Ricky and then run away, his brain malfunctions a little and he’s frozen to the spot. His mind is racing thinking about the outline of your lips on his, warm and soft to the touch. He ghosts his fingers over his lips as if you were still there kissing him. Safe to say he’s gonna be thinking about it all day.

When you kiss Eddie and then run away, he pauses whatever game he was playing and runs after you, lips first, for another. He plans to "casually" hang around wherever you are in hopes you'll give him another surprise kiss.

When you kiss Maeve and then run away, she chases after you with a wild grin. More accurately, she tackles you and starts planting kisses all over your face. She's like an excited puppy for the rest of the day following you, talking your ear off and baking cute little treats.

When you kiss Dakota and then run away, he closes his eyes to savor the kiss before whining for you to come back. They most likely won’t stop till you cuddle and give them a few more. 

When you kiss Mateo and then run away, he'd immediately grab you and stop you from running lol When you blush and try to hide yourself in your hands he pushes them away and asks if he can kiss you right this time.

[karmasadistic69]

Imagine a yandere golden retriever hybrid and a cold black cat hybrid darling

That's all, you imagine the rest, thank you

[yandereloveraw]

Worshipper! yandere Cozy ^^ 💙💚

The lyrics in the second drawing are from Machigerita-P's cover of Rotten Girl, Grotesque Romance.

[llonelygoddess]

This is feeding into my dream fantasy of corrupting a Mormon. Continue on. 

† church boy

[ sfw | tw : religion (not named but heavily implied), sacrilege, potential religious trauma? as well as general yandere content but it’s v tame ]

male yandere x gender neutral reader! only pronoun used for reader is ‘you’. i havent written like this in a very long time so i apologize if this is bad ;_;

abraham lived a simple life for the majority of his 21 years on this planet. he was born and raised in a religious household, the only son of a wealthy pastor, surrounded by typical bible-thumping folk who taught him that *** was above everything, above him, above the things he loved, and putting anything (or anyone) above his faith would surely result in his damnation. and his whole life, he believed that.

that was… until you entered his life.

it happened at a fundraiser he was volunteering at. it was any other day for the boy, handing out advertisements and chatting with everyone that came and went. an average, mundane event for him where he’d talk about the same things he did every day, smile, wave, everything that was expected of him.

after the last person in his line had left, he looked down to begin organizing his things so he could join the rest of the party. when he was shadowed by someone stepping in front of him again, he expected to see a familiar face — maybe someone that might’ve forgotten something? but when he looked up…

abraham’s breath caught in his throat. he swore the earth had stopped spinning the second your eyes locked.

whether if you were there because you shared the same religion, was dragged there by a friend/family member, or simply because there was free food, he had no clue - but it didn't matter. your looks, the way you moved, the sound of your voice — why was it all so... enchanting?

he couldn’t help the slight stutter in his words as he hastily offered you a pamphlet, quickly introducing himself and inquiring about you. what was your name? were you new to the church? why haven’t you met before?

the soft laugh you emitted as you spoke and the feeling of your skin grazing his felt like fire. and your name... oh, the poor boy didn’t even realize it, but he couldn’t help it — within moments of knowing you, he had grown totally enamored!

abraham found himself hovering by your side for the rest of the event. he was awkward, you’d quickly realize, but it was in that sort of sweet, inexperienced way. he was desperate to know you, to get closer to you, hoping that maybe if he could understand you, he’d figure out how to quell these intense feelings that had built within him — but to you and everyone else, he was simply making sure a new face wasn’t alone during the event. he was just being a good little pastor’s boy! that’s what he told himself too, over and over again.

he was being good by making you laugh. he was being good by giving you his number. and it was good that he grew elated by the idea of getting to see you again after this. he was a good person, so what if he was neglecting his duties to be around you? he did what he was supposed to all the time, surely he could be forgiven just this once.

right?

his obsession with you didn’t take long to blossom after that first meeting. you started to infiltrate every part of his life in one way or another. his prayers became tangled up with thoughts of you. rather than reading the bible, he’d reread the texts between the two of you while he waited for you to respond to them. when he went to church, he found himself scanning the pews in hopes of spotting you among the congregation rather than finding a seat right away. when service began, he couldn’t focus on the preaching taking place because he was too busy thinking of ways to see you again.

despite the utter adoration abraham had grown to feel for you.. at some point, for the first time in his life, he couldn’t help but wonder — was he becoming sinful? was he growing gluttonous for your attention? he couldn’t have been, he had been so devout his entire life! it was fine for him to miss a few services to see you as long as he made up for it later…

he couldn’t tell if you were an angel, as heaven-sent as he felt you to be, or if you were the embodiment of temptation, pulling him away from his faith and beckoning him to sin. were you both? could you be both? with the progression of his obsession with you, his conflicted feelings about his relationship with his faith grew alongside it.

maybe you just weren’t any good for him.

but your name and god seemed to always come up at the same time…

so maybe, it was a sign that he had someone new to worship.

[kachowden]

OMG I NEED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT ARMAROS!!!! he’s lovely

For those of you curious about this creature v

Here’s a little information about him ❤️

He was originally created as a baldurs gate oc! He was my Tav, before becoming a part of a short story I had written (self indulgently), where he becomes a party member of the Player. And then from them I kinda fell in love with him and he took on a life of his own as a completely separate character.

His lore stems from having been a somewhat unconventional drow, who had a few too many ideals about life outside of the underdark and too many altruistic ambitions that stray a bit too far from their typical religious teachings under Lolth.

With his desire to venture outward and away from the group, as well as being a rather tall species of drow, and therefor “imperfect”, he was cast aside into the above to live out his absurd existence. After an unsuccessful attempt at becoming part of the elven species, (still being regarded as an “evil drow”, despite his rather timid disposition) he was led to wander for a while, before coming across a traveler. (In this case, you)

Now drow are known for their manipulation and mistrust of others, and while Armaros is a bit of an unusual drow, that way of life is still rather ingrained into his heart and mind. So he puts on act, a rather silly one given his stature, and plays the role of a helpless victim. He sells the role rather convincingly, and is absolutely delighted when you allow him to join your journey.

It doesn’t take long for him to develop a crush on you, especially if you’re of a separate species. But it all becomes set in stone when you valiantly come to his aid during a particularly nasty spat with some ogres and goblins.

“‘….This feeling in his chest. It hurt. Was he dying? Had life outside the underdark warped him deep inside? Why was it, that as he watched you fight against the beasts that had attacked him, his heart raced and throbbbed within his ribs. His lungs hurt from how powerful the thuds were, and his ears twitched, swearing that even amidst the swords clashing against each other, you’d be able to hear it….’

‘..His cheeks burned in an unusual manor, almost like the shameful burn he’d feel when his fellow drow had scoffed at his words when he gushed about life above. But this wasn’t shame. No, it was too fluttery, to dizzying to be such a negative emotion…’

‘Drow were highly intelligent, so it didn’t take long for Aros to connect the dots, when his eyes stayed so dutifully locked onto your form, a holy light seeming to shine around you and reflect off the sweat that beaded your skin…’

‘..You must have been a god.’

‘…A benevolent being sent to guide him and keep him safe, to restore his faith and to nurse him back to health with your kind words and gentle touches..’

‘..Yes, that was it. You were a God. His God.’”

Armaros, despite being a highly intelligent creature, had taken his realization of love towards you (despite only having known you a few days), and twisted into something made of unhealthy devotion. His belief that Lolth teachings were not suited to him, left him feeling a bit lost previously, and so when his somewhat deluded mind latched onto the way you protected him, and seemed to bathe him in your holy presence, he became your faithful little follower.

Offering you gifts, and praising poems. Upholding your words like they were sacred teachings, and even going as far as to write them down. “My god, My savior, My Lord, My Holy One” were all names he had referred to you as while you continued your journeys together. You were obviously a little disturbed by such a drastic title, but no matter how insistent you were, he would merely smile with such a love struck gaze and go on about humble and kind you were. You could be a completely evil and rule being deep down, and he’d still defend you till dying breath, and insist that his god could do no wrong.

Now despite the belief that the very ground you walked on was sacred, it didn’t stop his more selfish desires. Yes he knew he was hopelessly in love with you, but his belief that you were his god shrouded that love with obsession and a twisted lustful shame that brewed deep inside him. He even fought with himself in thinking that he did not deserve you in such a way, and yet did not believe anyone else would be a more suited lover for you. No one would worship you like he did.

His eyes would often wander down your figure, or lunge towards your lips when you spoke. He was still a rather pathetic character, or at least he behaved in a rather timid and shy way. Often whining about various things, and clinging desperately to your form as you walked, mumbling about how unfit it was to have you walk, you should let him carry you! He’s strong, and his stamina in unmatched. He could take care of you in anyway you saw fit.

No no! You mustn’t prune your hands with the rivers water, let him! He’ll bathe you, and rest assured he won’t miss a a single inch. Perhaps his hands wander a little to much and his washing becomes something more akin to a massage but nonetheless. You’re certainly squeaky clean by the end of it. 



Overall, his help is usually more of a hindrance, with how much he hovers around you, and how hostile he can be towards potential party members. He’s selfish with his god, why would others deserve to worship you the way he does? They can praise you from a distance.

But anyway that’s pretty much his lore🙏 I love him so freaking much, makes me kick my feet and twirl my hair fr.

[flos-obsessivus]

The Yandere Types:

Lilian, Prince of the Rosen Kingdom

"Having an aggrandized opinion of their love interest, these yandere characters see themselves as insignificant compared to their love interest."

--Worshipper type, The dere types wiki

The sweet prince loves real and true, willing to give everything he has in order to get his true loves affection. Lilian only sees YOU as his True Love, his gift, his one and only. To him, you are above all, everything that he is, and everything that he will be is all for you.

Ivory, Vampire King of monsters

"Believing that they are all their love interest needs, these yandere characters seek to remove other people from their love interest's life."

-- Removal type, The dere types wiki

Ivory's jealousy runs deep, often times manifesting into an ugly monster of wrath and bloodlust. No creature, human nor monster, will be able to survive when the vampire goes on a rampage. Nothing will get between him and you, and if someone does... May God show mercy on them for Ivory will not spare any.

Severin, King of the Thorne Kingdom

"Desiring their love interest to be with them literally always, these yandere characters make sure the love interest won't leave their side now or in the future. They can use promises, deals, contracts or just simply make sure the love interest is content where they are so they won't ever think about leaving."

-- Restraints type, The dere types wiki

A king who fears being abandoned. He lives his day to day being perceived as cold and cruel, but only you know the truth. He fears the day when you finally leave him, which is why he does everything in his power to keep you by his side, be it as his retainer or his servant, there is not a day where he will seek you out in the guise of him needing your help. Luckily, your loyalty to him seems to suppress the worse of his yandere tendencies, so please... don't ever think of leaving him.

[yandere-kokeshi]

Warnings: yandere sub and NSFW

My favorite type of yandere (and one I don't write much LOL) is the subby, worshipping type that just won't leave you alone.

They are always doing their best to please you; househusband/wife duties flowing in their blood.

They'll do anything to please you — kiss your feet, lick the floor upon which you walk, and overall beg for attention. Any attention you give them has them purring, groaning in love.

And let's not forget about the oral galore sex. They always make sure to please you first, giving you oral till you cum a few times as they expressly show their dedication to you; humping the end of the bed as their boxers are coated with their own cum.

Just as you finish from your high, they politely decline when you ask them to come over �� shaking their head, and the shy voice of, "You don't have to please me!" After they finish your nth orgasm, and seemingly ensure that you don't have to waste your breath on showing them appreciation.

But how can they say no? Your hands are so gentle, already making your way down to their sensitive body. Playing with their sex, and biting their neck till they are whining.

And when they're about to cum, heart pupils magically appear, and they cling to you closer — tears and desperate gasps escaping from their lips as they scream that they love you.

[yandereforme]

Yan! Tim x Assistant!Reader

TW: Insecurity, low self esteem, talk of being a burden, heavy conversation

Tamara had been the Wayne’s assistant for a long time. However, even she knew that business is booming, and they needed another assistant to make sure that Tim slept. She didn’t expect to find one while in a hostage situation. However, she had learned how to make do.

You would have a piss poor day. You have been fired, because of budget cuts and the fact that you had four complaints on your record, even though you knew several of your coworkers who are staying on had more. You also knew they were staying on because their parents were more wealthy.

You had gone to see your boyfriend for comfort, only to find him making out with a person you really recognized from TV as a rich kid from one of the Wayne Galas. You promptly broke up and now you just wanted a hot chocolate from your favorite coffee place. You were already close to done with everything, and that was before the Riddler ruined your day.

The Riddler actually cried when he was taken away, which you did not intend to do, but you had to put your psychology knowledge to the work. Psychology classes were the only thing that helped you graduate when it came to college, even if you had gotten your major in accounting. You were not expecting to be approach by a professional looking woman in a blazer about a job offer, but after talking for a while, you were willing to take up the offer.

After a few weeks, it became apparent that your job was mostly making sure Tim Drake took care of himself. This man rarely slept, rarely ate and seemed to survive only on caffeine in spite. Your job also involved paperwork, but that was less stressful and honestly something you knew how to do. you did not have experience telling a 20 year old man who is technically your boss that he had to go to bed

Tim didn’t really like you a lot. That was mostly because you got in the way of his work, but Tam had apparently hired you for that same reason. After a little bit, he began to appreciate it somewhat. You somehow remembered all of his favorite foods, and while you forced him to take breaks, making him miss time working, you didn’t have a problem with staying late and helping him.

How he became yandere for you

It was the third night that week you were working late with Mr. Drake, and you were trying to convince him to go home instead of working on a proposal that while necessary, was not due until the next week.

“Mr. Drake-“

“You can go ahead, I’ll just be-“

“A couple of minutes? Nice try. Come on, Alfred is outside.”

“I just have to finish-“

 Later, when you were thinking this interaction over in your head, you would pinpoint that as the moment when you snapped. You’ve been trying to convince him to go with Alfred for the past 10 minutes. You clearly saw the bags under his eyes, and while you would not admit it, you kind of liked your boss, and did not like seeing him over work himself.

You spun his chair to face you and grabbed his face in your hands, taking note of how his face was slightly red and his eyes seemed dilated. You focused your eyes on his.

“Timothy Drake, you listen to me. You are tired and most likely sick. You have been overworking yourself all week. I care about your wellbeing, even if you don’t care, so you are going to Alfred right now, and if you don’t move in the next few seconds, I will pick you up and take you myself.”

Tim blinked up at you, stunned. He was tired, and a little sick with what was probably just a cold. He had worked in worse condition before. So why were you making such a big deal about it?

He wanted to tell you as such, but one look in your eyes made the words go away. The care and worry in them left him unable to talk. You really cared about him. You knew he could fire you, but still pushed him to take care of himself. Why?

You took his silence as permission instead of confusion. His eyes were open and vulnerable. You had always cared for people, but this quiet almost awe in his eyes made you soften.

You picked up your jacket from the chair beside you, and moved over to his side of the desk. You wrapped it around him and picked him up. He was not as light as you thought he would be, due to his eating habits, but you still frowned at how easily you lifted him. You cradled him to your chest and walked to the elevator.

Tim didn’t know what to expect when you crossed over the desk, but it was not for you to take him in your jacket. He specially wasn’t expecting you to actually lift him up. As you walked with him, in his mind that the lights made you look as if you had a halo. You’re being so kind and he wasn’t doing anything for you. He was being ungrateful.

“I’m sorry for being a burden” he said it softly enough that you wouldn’t have heard it if you hadn’t been holding him. You looked at him in your arms. You doubted he would’ve ever said that if he was completely conscious and not sick.

You already knew he was a workaholic before you started there. Most of Gotham knew it. You suspected that he was similar to you, a gifted child who hadn’t been taken care of the right way. He craved validation and try and find it in the form of work, while you found it in helping others. You sighed and hated the way he seemed to flinch at the sound. Slowly, being careful not to jostle him, you moved one of your hands, and felt his forehead, trying to think of what to say, what you had wanted said to you.

Tim hadn’t realized he had spoken out loud until you sighed. Why had he said that? You were holding him, making him feel loved in a way he had never felt before. Why did he have to muck it up?

“You aren’t a burden, Tim. You are a lot of things, funny, kind, smart, resourceful, sweet, and many others, but you aren’t a burden. Even if you weren’t any of those things, you wouldn’t be a burden. You know why?”

The fluorescent lights in the elevator gave your face a soft glow. Tim shook his head, unsure of what to say. The compliments and obvious affection in your smile was making it hard to think. He couldn’t process what was going on, not really, but deep down, he wanted to know. He had always been a burden, with his smarts being the only thing going for him. You listed his brains as just another quality about him, and he couldn’t understand what you could mean. If he wasn’t smart, how would he not be a burden?

“You’re you, Tim. You are snarky and like puzzles. Your favorite color is green and your favorite food is sushi. You listen to Green Day and you like skateboarding and photography, even though you don’t get to practice either because you’re so busy.”

No one had ever paid attention to those things before. Sure, he had mentioned some of those to you in passing, but why did you remember them? He wanted to think you were trying to manipulate him, but your eyes screamed sincerity.

His eyes grow heavier, and in the haze of sleeplessness and sickness, you looked like an angel or a kind ethereal being smiling down at him. As the elevator doors opened, the light streamed in, making you look more and more like some kind of immortal benevolent god/goddess, taking pity on him. Yet there was no pity in your eyes, only care and softness.

“You are you, Timothy Jackson Drake, and that is enough.”

He didn’t know how to speak. You continued to walk with him in your arms. Sleep beckoned him, but he wanted to keep looking at you. You stopped in front of the limo, but he was more focused on how a few days of moonlight had gotten through the clouds and gave you a soft glow that made him feel like he was floating.

He wanted to protest as you put him down in the car, but then you smiled at him, and he realized that you had never smiled so sweetly at him before tonight. He was enchanted by you. He was vaguely aware of you talking to Alfred, but sleep was starting to drag him down.

Your hand met his over your jacket, and he felt a small shot of adrenaline. He didn’t want to let go. You couldn’t go. Not after everything you had said.

“I’ll see you on Monday.” You smiled down at him, and removed your hand from the jacket, moving to instead tuck him in like it was a blanket. Your voice and the care that you showed tucking him in was the final push that allowed him to go sleep. He dreamed of being in your arms.

He woke two days later, to a broken fever and a small green and blue dragon plushie on his bed. That quickly joined the jacket in his newly created shrine to you.

Tim quickly became obsessed more and more over the weekend, constantly replaying the interaction over in his head and finding every video and picture of you he could.

On Monday, he played it cool. You didn’t act like anything is changed, except for the fact that you start calling him, Tim, instead of Mr. Drake.

However, that night changed everything for him. You have become a deity in his eyes, a deity of kindness that he would worship forever. He would give anything in the world just for you to smile at him and look at him. You already had to love him. You had noticed all those things, and said those sweet words. You were his deity. He was going to worship you until the end of time.

Edit: Sorry this took so long, I had to rewrite this after it was deleted. This is the less soft version. I’m sorry this took so long. Also, do you think I should do Bruce as well? Or do you think I should just keep it to the boys? let me know in the comments.

It’s time for my new series! I was a bit unsure on format for a while, but I finally decided on one. 

Yan!Batboys

Yan!Damian x Academic Rival Reader

(Yes these all are going to have some tropes leave me alone)

Damian first meets you when he starts school in Gossum. Quickly he develops a simultaneous dislike and appreciation of you. He appreciates your intellect on principle (at least you weren’t as much of a buffoon as everyone else here) but he disliked how often you both went toe to toe… And how sometimes he didn’t win.

You had always been one of the smartest people in the school. You were pretty well known for it. You were also well known for not talking to many people, and being a loner.

You had become too smart to fast. You knew that was your inevitable social downfall. You would always been too smart and your peers couldn’t understand. It was fine, you didn’t need friends. (Secretly in the deepest, darkest parts of your mind, you would sometimes wish you weren’t so smart just to have a few friends. However, you knew expectations were for you to be smart. The expectation would be there whether you wanted it to be or not. And you couldn’t handle the disappointment and stares if you didn’t get the top grade)

Damian was the first person who ever challenged you. you felt a spark when he did that. He irritated you a lot often with his hostile attitude, and the fact you weren’t taking the top spot anymore was hard… Especially at home. Still, you could admit, at least yourself, that he added life to your day that wasn’t there when he wasn’t there. He was the first person your age who had ever challenged and won against you.

You both were just that, academic rivals, until a group project where you two are teamed up. That was all it took for you to start being close friends. When you and him worked as a team together to present, you felt better than you would ever felt. After you finished, demon turned to you, and saw you smile in a way he had never seen before. At least, never directed him. That triumphant smile brought heat to his cheeks, but he pushed it down. He convinced himself that the heat and adrenaline and warmth were all due to the fact that you and Damian just blasted everyone else out of the water.

After the project, you became friends. Your competitions turned much more friendly, and you even study together. For the first time in your life, you felt you found an equal. Found someone who was like you. So you didn’t mind (as much) when you didn’t get the top spot anymore. You would try, but you never fully minded when Damian beat you. Not anymore.

How he became Yandere for you

Your parents, and you had an odd relationship. Your mother and father didn’t really care what you did as long as you didn’t shame the family and you kept up your grades. But, now that you weren’t always getting the top spot anymore, you got their attention, and that attention was definitely not positive.

You attempted to distance yourself from Damien around two weeks before Christmas break. The reason? Your family had yelled at you about how you were shaming them by getting second, how disappointed they were at your ‘failure’ and if you didn’t get the next top spot on the exam coming up, you wouldn’t be allowed to go back to Gotham Academy. You had done homeschooling, but you didn’t like it. Homeschooling was with a series of tutors, who often treated you with distaste, and meant that your ex babysitter/tutor, George Lawrence, would come back. You hated that man. He always treated you as if you were stupid and Often made you feel as if you had done something wrong by simply eating or sneezing in his presence.

(a small part of you know that you were also distressed about the fact you would lose Damien. This is the first time in your life you’ve met someone who didn’t shrink away from your intelligence or mock it, but enjoyed and raveled in it and challenged you. You didn’t wanna lose that.)

Damien, struggling as well. Before he would start distancing yourself from him, he had considered you a worthy ally, and almost affront. You were the only person in the school who didn’t mock him or act like an idiot around him. He enjoyed his time with you, and did not want to lose it.

(a part of him that was growing larger by the day, was wondering why he kept focusing on you, even when he wasn’t supposed to. Why did he think of you during tests? Why did he love the way you smiled when you beat him? Why did a part of him want to lose at times, just so he can see that smile?)

Your change in your actions towards him, had a large affect on him. at first he was angry. How dare you stab him? He tried to pretend it was fine, as if he didn’t care. Then he noticed how‘s heart aches when you didn’t eat with him any more lunch. How when they did tests you wouldn’t look at it. He hated it.

After a week of this, he noticed your changes. How you looked almost desperate when you were studying. How intently you were listening to the teacher, as if it was life or death. And how sometimes you seem to catch yourself before looking at him.

He had questions, so he did what the best detectives do. He investigated. He put a listening device in your back one day and listen to it after patrol, so he could figure out what was going on( why you wouldn’t smile at him).

After he listened, he grew angrier and angrier. How dare these idiots call themselves your parents and treat you like that? How dare they force you to be like this? He would destroy them for hurting his-

Wait, his? Why were you his?

He’s stewed over all of us for the next few days. He watched as he became more and more desperate, and as the bags under your eyes grew bigger and bigger. His anger grew more and more until the day before the exam, when he found you crying in the library.(he never took back the listening device. He liked listening to you, so when he couldn’t find in the lunchroom, he immediately turned it on and went to find you.)

You were stressed and tired. You would never put so much work in studying for an exam. You couldn’t risk not doing well. You started skipping meals, study, staying up late just so you made sure that you knew everything. Your breakdown was inevitable, and you were expecting to have some sort of breakdown, even if you didn’t want to. You didn’t expect Damian to find you.

When Damian saw you crying, all of the anger in him coiled tightly into a ball in the center of his rib cage. He wanted to rage and scream. Do u want to take out everyone who made you cry. But you need to. You needed him to stay.

He was not used to comforting people, but he had watched Grayson and read enough books that you would recommend it to him that he knew to hug you. He held you while you sobbed. When he felt you stop, crying, turns just slightly, and realize you’d want to sleep.

As he looked at your face, he remembered how his mother had described her love for his father. “ I looked at him and I knew I wanted him. He was important, and he would be mine.” he looked at your face, red and soft and thought of your smile. He knew this was what his mother had felt for his father. You were his, and you always would be no matter what.

Later you would wake up in the nurses office, there’s Damien holding your hand. The nurse would explain that you had passed out, which was an uncommon for exams. You would be excused from all the classes you’d missed. He felt a tinge of fear about your permanent record, and how your family might notice that you didn’t see those classes, but all that is left side when the nurse left and Damian was alone with you.

You thanked him for helping you. He simply looked at you and asked why you were upset.(he knew some of it, of course he did, but I need to know if there was more, what he had missed). With others, she would’ve brushed it off, but then you realize that Damien had voluntarily skipped class to be with you. A boy who didn’t like much physical contact had held you or you cried, and was still holding your hand. Your only friend had stayed with you despite any other obligation. So for the second time that day, you broke and sobbed and talked.

Damian held your hand while you talked. He kept his face a mask of concern, and he was concerned. However, he was also steaming. How dare they threaten to remove you from his sight, from him? The way you talked about your tutor didn’t help either. He despises episode for making you feel incompetent when you were anything but.

The next day, you were surprised at how your family hadn’t made any remarks about the classes you missed. When you took the exam, you were confident. A part of you was still scared, but you had made up with Damian. That made a lot of things feel better.

(later that night, Damien would open his laptop and check the scores. He already made his way into the school system, and marks you present for all the classes you missed the day before. Your score was exact, same as his. Quietly, he he changed his score to be one below yours. He logged out of the schools system, and then went into researching your family, and Lawrence. And if the next day Lawrence was arrested for a series of crimes? Well, it wasn’t is as if it was that surprising)

(the only reason he didn’t kill him was because it cost too much attention. Besides, father would not be pleased if they were somehow linked. Now, what was he to do about your family?)

[worshipper-status]

[zennadores]

Beloved, you are all I think about. You fill my thoughts with your smile and your voice. I want to hear the beautiful melody of your voice all night and all day, for the rest of my life.

[llonelygoddess]

How yanderes react to drinking a lot after a party or nightclub and waking up naked with the reader next to them also without clothes and they don't remember anything

Thank you so much for the ask!! I love getting to talk about this wacky family i've created. Feel free to ask more!

Dawn’s really embarrassed. She’s not the type to drink very often and this is exactly why. Without getting dressed Dawn would get out of bed and grab two glasses of water and aspirin to place beside you. She contemplates staying there with you and enjoying the rare free time together but she knows the farm needs her to start the day. Will definitely text you throughout the day to check in on you and ask if you need anything but won't bring up being naked in your bed.

If this happened before you were dating, Ricky would first be in shock and then mortified. All he wanted was to make your first time together be as special as possible, but how could it be when he doesn’t even remember what happened!?With a look of shame he’d promptly exit the room gathering and putting on his clothes from the bathroom floor, then would make you breakfast to begin making it up to you. Once you tell him nothing happened he’d sigh of relief and promise to never pass out in your bed after a shower again lol

Eddie doesn’t wait for you to wake up to look at the camera’s he installed in your home and find out what happened. He’d feel guilty for recording something so intimate, until he realized nothing actually happened. He'd take down the cameras he initially had in your room, afraid of recording something he knew you wouldn't want him to see. Then, after his initial stress subsides, he puts his underwear on and hops back in bed with you. 

Maeve is in heaven lol Her brain doesn’t process the implications of what could have happened, only the shape of your body as you lay next to her. She puts a pillow between the two of you and gets close enough to smell your hair lmao Then she closes her eyes and tries to enjoy the brief moment of happiness…until you wake up and yell at her for hopping in your bed at 3 am naked.  

Now Dakota is usually a wake and bake type of person, so when he reaches over to grab his bong and it’s not there he immediately jumps up. After noticing the nakedness of you both he’d cover himself and gently shake you awake. You tell him that you both got super cross-faded and skinny dipped in the lake nearby, something he’s been dying to do with you. Apparently he also refused to put clothes back on afterwards and you also did in solidarity lol He laughs till he’s coughing and plans to skinny dip again with you but sober next time.

Mateo channels his calm demeanor in this moment to stop from absolutely crapping himself. His rough hands ghost over your arm and he suddenly realizes what might’ve happened. His cheeks go red and  he rushes to find his clothes. When you wake up you find him chain smoking on your porch swing staring out at the sunrise. He’d apologize for taking advantage, at which point you’d tell him nothing happened and that you were both drunk. He scoots over and pulls you into his side giving you a kiss on your forehead.