#yandere Celes

[ghoulsbounty]

Hi! I wanted to request a TH/fem reader and RZMM/fem reader

Maybe like a how would they show possessiveness over someone? A little angsty bc they're big guys and they would definitely manhandle their so in the heat of the moment

How Thomas Hewitt and RZ!Michael Myers Show Possessiveness Over You

Warnings: smut (18+), aggressive sex, slight mention of dumbification, manhandling, bruising/mark making, angst, obsession, stripping, stalking, slight yandere i guess?, possessiveness, canon-typical violence, control.

Words: 2.7K

A/N: Anon, thank you so much for my first slasher request! I love these boys so much and wanted to delve into their intentions behind their protectiveness a little, cause I think it would be very different for both. This is my first time writing a headcanon, I hope I've done you proud. I’d love to know what you all think to this, and feel free to send me more requests 💌

Thomas Hewitt

→ Thomas's struggle with social norms makes his possessiveness glaringly apparent. He perceives everyone outside the family as a potential threat to his happiness, particularly when it concerns you. His demeanour shifts abruptly at the slightest hint of danger; his typically measured movements become swift and aggressive. Despite his efforts to restrain his emotions in public, such as at the Cele Community Centre where you and his mother work, Thomas often finds himself instinctively drawn to your side. His hand firmly grasps the fabric of your shirt, his protective stance evident to anyone who dares to look at you. His gaze sweeps the surroundings with a discerning eye, meticulously assessing each customer until you gently remove his grip and convince him to wait in the back.

→ Thomas's overprotectiveness occasionally acts as a double-edged sword, simultaneously shielding you from harm while subtly restricting your freedom. As a man of few words, he struggles to articulate the depth of his need to keep you safe, resulting in actions that may be misinterpreted as possessiveness rather than genuine concern or fear of losing you. He means well, but it can feel suffocating.

→ Preferring to keep you within his line of sight whenever possible, Thomas's protective instincts often clash with the demands of daily life, leading to occasional conflicts with Charlie over the use of his time. The older man's frustration with what he perceives as your bad influence over Thomas' attention to his work further exacerbates tensions within the household. 

→ Certain areas of the house are off limits to you. The basement serves as a sanctuary for Thomas's work, and he is adamant that you are shielded from the horrors that happen inside. However, he still insists on your presence nearby, perched on the steps that lead down to the space or listening to the radio in the dining room upstairs. Your proximity seems to offer him a sense of security and focus, enabling him to delve into his his task with unwavering concentration and produce some of his best work.

→ Thomas finds solace in words of affirmation and constantly seeks reassurance from you. Despite the intimacy you share and the countless times you've assured him otherwise, he harbours an unshakeable fear that if he loosens his grip even for a moment, you might slip away from him. This nagging insecurity gnaws at him, overshadowing moments of connection, leaving him perpetually haunted by the possibility of losing you.

→ Physical gestures become one your languages of reassurance. You hold his hand tightly, intertwining your fingers as a silent promise that you're there for him. Running your fingers through his hair as he nuzzles into you becomes a comforting ritual, soothing both him and you. Your touch on his chest, just over his heart, keeps his anxieties at bay.

→ Words also become a source of comfort for Thomas. You express your pride in him, highlighting his strengths and the ways he makes your life better. You tell him how happy you are to have him by your side, emphasizing that he's not just your protector but also your partner. Sometimes, the simplest affirmations have the greatest impact on Thomas. Hearing you call him "yours" fills him with a sense of belonging and purpose, and when you tell him that he's been good, he can't help but prove just how good he can be by filling you with his fingers, tongue or cock.

→ Thomas feels most valued when you grant him your undivided attention and allow him to reciprocate. He revels in spending hours between your legs, skilfully coaxing orgasm after orgasm from your willing body until you're left a whimpering, trembling mess beneath him. Despite his efforts to maintain control in your relationship, you always seem to hold the upper hand, which is why he finds solace in reducing you to a thoroughly fucked-out state on his bed. In those moments, with your mind blissfully empty and your body consumed by a primal hunger for his touch, he feels a sense of power and satisfaction unlike any other.

→ Despite this, the mounting tensions within the household, particularly with Charlie, often leave Thomas grappling with pent-up aggression. As the demands on his time intensify, with Charlie clamouring for more of Thomas's attention and you taking on additional shifts at the community centre to assist his mother, Thomas finds it increasingly challenging to maintain his composure.

→ You've become attuned to the subtle shifts in his demeanour, recognizing the tell-tale signs when he's received a stern tongue lashing from his uncle or had a particularly taxing session in the basement. Thomas' simmering rage begins to permeate his interactions with you. His touch, once tender and reassuring, now carries an undercurrent of tension. The few words he mutters in your presence are laced with frustration and discontent, rather than devotion.

→ Despite your best efforts to sooth him, there are moments when Thomas's volatile emotions threaten to overwhelm him. In those instances, you find yourself walking on eggshells, navigating the precarious balance between offering solace and inadvertently stoking the flames of his anger. You are never fearful of Thomas, but these are the times when you remove yourself from his presence when possible. That is, until you learn that the best way to calm him during these storms is with your body.

→ Thomas's heavy-handed nature becomes even more pronounced during these moments of heightened emotion. He handles you with a forcefulness that borders on brutality, moulding and contorting your body into painful positions that elicit tears of discomfort. While he typically refrains from spanking you unless requested, in these instances, his large hand comes crashing down upon your flesh with punishing force, leaving behind welts and bruises that you carry for days. Unlike his usual attentiveness to your pleasure, Thomas's focus shifts solely towards finding an outlet for his frustration, using your body as a means to an end in his quest for release. He bites, scratches, and fucks every inch of you with an almost desperate intensity, seeking solace in the physical connection between you.

→ Yet, there are fleeting moments of clarity when the clouds in his eyes dissipate, and the gentle giant you know and love re-emerges. It's in these moments of vulnerability that you offer him comfort, reassuring him that he can take what he needs from you, and that you will still love him.

→ After the intensity of the moment subsides, Thomas retreats into the solitude of the basement, locking himself away as a form of self-imposed punishment for his mistreatment of you. Despite your efforts to coax him out, reassuring him of your well-being and offering comfort, he remains secluded until he feels ready to face you once more. When Thomas finally does emerge, you're quick to envelop him in the warmth of your affection and reassurance. With a soft kiss to his leather-clad cheek, you convey your unwavering support and understanding, letting him know that you harbour no resentment towards him.

→ In the aftermath of the encounter, Thomas's protective instincts kick into overdrive as he tends to any wounds that adorn your body, his touch gentle yet purposeful. It's in these moments that his true nature shines through—he may be heavy-handed and prone to bouts of aggression, but above all else, he possesses a deep-seated desire to care for and protect you, to make amends for any harm he may have caused.

RZ!Michael Myers

→ Michael's possessive nature over you begins with an intense and inexplicable fixation. From the moment his eyes land on you, something primal within him snaps, and he becomes singularly obsessed with making you his own.

→ He can't quite explain what draws him to the Red Rabbit Lounge that evening, but as he leans against the wall, trying to catch his breath after a harrowing escape from Smith's Grove, he is immediately captivated when you emerge from the back door. Unlike others who shrink away from him in fear, you meet his gaze with a calm demeanour, lighting your cigarette and casually pointing out his papier-mâché mask. Your nonchalant remark about liking the orange because it reminds you of your favourite holiday only adds to the intrigue, sparking something deep within Michael's psyche.

→ Following that initial encounter, Michael becomes an omnipresent presence in your life, a shadow that lingers at the edges of your awareness. You sense him in the periphery of your vision, catch glimpses of his shadow darting past windows, and hear the faintest rustle of his breath in the stillness of the night. He becomes your unseen companion, meticulously observing your every move. He studies your routines and habits, committing them to memory with an almost obsessive attention to detail. Always one step ahead, he waits patiently until the opportune moment presents itself to make his presence truly known.

→ Michael finds immense pleasure in the exhilarating pursuit of you, convinced that you share in his enjoyment of the chase. He keenly observes the subtle signs of your awareness, noticing the wry smirk that graces your lips when you sense his presence nearby. In those moments, he imagines feeling the same giddiness that surges through you when he lightly brushes your hair, a fleeting touch that leaves you yearning for more, even as it vanishes before you can turn around. The first time you called out to him, he battled against every instinct urging him to step out from the shadows and claim you as his own. Despite the overwhelming desire possess you, he restrains himself, savouring the anticipation of the inevitable moment when he would finally make his move.

→ In Michael's twisted psyche, you are more than just a person; you are a coveted prize that he will protect at all costs. He perceives himself as the sole rightful owner of your being, and he harbours an intense fixation on claiming you as his own.

→ As the regular patrons of the lounge mysteriously vanish one by one, leaving a bewildered community in their wake, Michael remains a silent observer, his gaze fixed unwaveringly upon you. He knows all too well the allure of your presence, the captivating dance you perform for these men, reminiscent of the performances his late mother once gave. Yet, while others may see you as an entertainer, Michael sees something far deeper—a connection, a possession, a symbol of his ultimate dominance that he must preserve.

→ From the shadows, he watches as you bare your body to these patrons. To Michael, it doesn't matter whether you are aware of his claim over you; what matters is that he sees you as his, and he will go to any lengths to ensure that no one dares to challenge him. In his mind, you are his alone, and he will stop at nothing to secure what he believes is rightfully his.

→ When Michael finally decides to collect his prize, it's in the eerie stillness of the night. He patiently waits in the shadows of your home, a silent sentinel standing rigidly in the corner of your bedroom as he observes your every move. You can feel his presence, an unspoken acknowledgment that he has come to stake his claim on his property.

→ As you undress, acutely aware of his watchful gaze, a shiver runs down your spine. There's a palpable tension in the air, a sense of anticipation mingled with apprehension. Yet, despite the unease that courses through you, there's also a strange allure, a primal instinct drawing you inexorably towards him. When you finally coax him from the shadows, he engulfs you in his arms with a ferocity that takes your breath away. The force of his embrace is suffocating, his touch demanding as he grasps and claws at every part of your body. In that moment, there's no denying the intensity of his desire, the need to make you his own consuming him entirely.

→ Michael is not gentle with you; he doesn't hold back his deep urges to possess you completely. He revels in your whimpers and the screams of his name as he stretches you open and takes what he deems rightfully his. His touch is rough, unyielding, as if trying to merge your bodies into one. Each movement is driven by a fierce need to mark you, to ensure you understand that you belong to him and no one else. Every night with Michael is filled with a mix of pain and pleasure. His eyes intense and unwavering, remain locked on you, drinking in every reaction, every cry. To him, this is the final step in owning you, the ultimate act of protecting what is his.

→  Removing the mask takes time. It's one evening, after the intensity of your shared orgasms have ebbed, and Michael lies heavy on top of you. Your fingers tentatively trace the edges of the white rubber mask, sensing his body tense beneath your touch. His hand instinctively reaches out, grasping your wrist to halt your movement, but your lips find solace in the warmth of his knuckles as you plant a gentle kiss, your breath whispering a desire to see him. For a fleeting moment, there's resistance, a hesitancy borne from years of concealing his true self, before he lets you unmask him. His long hair cascades over your face as the mask falls away, revealing the man beneath. In that vulnerable moment, you stroke his sweat-glistened cheek, your fingers tracing the contours of his features as you call him "handsome", perhaps the first time he's heard the word since his mother.

→ Despite Michael's disapproval of your continued work at the lounge, you are unwilling to relinquish your independence completely. He grumbles and fumes when things don't go his way, but deep down, he appreciates your defiance, feels a strange allure in your willingness to challenge him. Although his overly protective nature remains, he secretly enjoys the way you push back against his control, finding a strange sense of satisfaction in the game of give and take between you. A hand on his chest or a kiss along his strong jawline is all it takes for him to soften, his resolve melting under the warmth of your affection. You eventually compromise, only working certain shifts and allowing him to escort you home. As if you really have a choice on the matter. Michael finds your attempts at negotiation endearing.

→ If anyone dares to come between Michael and what is his, he reacts with violent outbursts of rage. His attacks are brutal and merciless, driven by a primal need to assert his dominance and protect you. Unfortunately, you are also not exempt from his aggression, and when he catches sight of you one night, engaged in conversation with a stranger outside the back of the lounge during your smoke break, he snaps. In a frenzy of fury, he swiftly disposes of the man, his actions marked by a sickening crunch of bones as his body is hurled against the brick wall. Then, turning his attention to you, Michael's muscles coil with tension and his chest heaves with barely-contained anger. Gripping your arms so fiercely that bruises bloom in their wake, he shoves you against the wall, once, then again, as if attempting to jolt some some sense into you.

→ With swift determination, Michael hoists you over his shoulder and retreats into the shadows, his purposeful strides carrying you home. But the journey doesn't lead to the bedroom; instead, he deposits you onto the stairs with a roughness that steals your breath. There, in the dim light, he strips away the remnants of your clothing, his actions forceful and unyielding. Again and again, he fucks into you with a ferocity that leaves you screaming his name, your pleas mingling with the echoes of both passion and pain. In those moments, as his protectiveness gives way to possession and consumes you, you find yourself uttering the words he craves to hear—that you are his, and his alone.

→ Yet, even amidst the ecstasy, a shadow of uncertainty looms. You can never be certain that Michael wouldn't cross that final line, that his compulsion wouldn't drive him to take everything from you, including your life. For Michael, protection is not just about control—it's about ownership to the point of obsession. If he can't have you, no one else can either.

[sillygoosealert]

Hello!!! I don't know if it's possible, I thought of something. Syzoth forcing his girlfriend Y/n to get pregnant and she doesn't want to, in such a twisted way that he calls her by the name of his deceased wife, the yandere style cele and when the baby is born he names him after his deceased son and lives a distorted reality . I imagine him wanting to raise and continue raising his girlfriend in the hope that his child will be "reborn" but it doesn't work. A lot of psychological torture and rudeness in bed.

Yes or no, thank you❤️❤️

This one was very fun 😆

Why are you upset? You wanted this..

zyzoth, noncon, then dub-con, then angst no comfort, then very poor comfort, dead dove do not eat, um his wife’s name is Zarina :3, and then you kill yourself at the end!!

When you were invited into Syzoths home, you were more than appreciative. Words couldn't describe how special you felt to be allowed not only into his safe place- but also into his arms. He held you throughout the nights, whispering sweet words into your ears. He held you tight, you never felt unwelcome. Even when he would put his hand on your stomach when you would sleep with him and whine about having a child with you, you weren't afraid he would ever hurt or leave you.

He did not feel the same, though. He would become irate and clingy when it was the two of you. Not letting you out of his sight, not letting you leave him. It was a small, not-that-bad, kind of problem. The attention was nice and you didn't mind reassuring him.

But he became aggressive soon enough. When he would make love to you, he wouldn't pull out. He would simply latch onto your mouth to stop any of your protests. You weren't allowed to take any birth control either, they were full of chemicals and harsh substances for your body.

‘If you loved me, you would let me have this’

That was his excuse for wanting to have sex every night, even some mornings. Most of the time he wouldn't ask though, he would just slip in whenever. No meant no, but it didn't matter what you wanted. He wanted a son and he was going to make you bore a son.

If you ever tried to resist or struggle he would pin you down or hurt you. Whether it was scratching or biting, he was still hurting you. It wasn't anything serious, but he would use force when he saw fit. It would be better if you would just submit.

He likes to use his true form, he says it feels better. But it hurts you much more. He's thicker and longer, even adorning some bumps and ridges. Not to mention when he would put his arm around your head to stop you from moving while humping into you.

Whenever he finished he would moan out another woman's name and bite your shoulder. His acts were purely that of lust and his own needs. You were now always sore and nervous, constantly being filled by him. You were not graced with a resting period, it was just constant breeding.

Then he started to be much more gentle after weeks of constant yelling, biting, scratching, and accusing. He would bathe you, feed you, and even stop forcing you to ‘mate’ with him in the middle of the night. He would go back to cooing into your ear about your non-existent child.

‘You're doing well, I know you will be a good mother Zarina’

‘Who?’

Whenever you questioned him he would squeeze you until you apologized. Maybe even scratch your arms or bite your shoulder.

He began to overfeed you until you were gaining weight rapidly. Fish, rice, milk, and even bugs. When he brought out a plate of maggots one night you threw up and cried. He wasn't mad, he just cleaned you up and kissed away your tears.

‘Why are you upset, is the baby kicking?’

He would lay his head on your stomach and tell you about all the things he heard. It would range from your son's heartbeat to his giggles, and even him saying words.

‘I'm so glad you are here with me, carrying our child. I promise to keep both of you safe.’

You couldn't just leave him, there was something clearly wrong. But you aren't sure how much more you can take, it has been months now.

‘He is surely bound to be born soon, I will put together a nest for him. Where did you want to give birth?’

You knew you couldn't give him what he wanted, and that scared you. What he would do when you didn't give birth was beyond you. But you just went along with what he did.

Until you finally couldn't, you were constantly breaking down crying, and crawling away from him. However he would just pick you up and curl around you, licking your tears up.

When he went away to provide food for you, you were able to locate a mirror. He wasn't barbaric, he had a nice house. A little more woody and earthy, but it was nice. It had the essentials, a kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. And in that bathroom, a mirror.

Hitting against the mirror until it had little shards at your disposal, you picked one up. Stabbing yourself repeatedly into your stomach. Then with the final coup-de-grace, you sink it deep into your eye socket.

He would find both you and his son dead when he got home. Perhaps he was never meant to be a dad. Maybe it was him, or maybe it was you. The person who took away his chance to be happy again.

He mourned and cried for you, but to him, it just felt like his wife. You would never have been a replacement, maybe he needs to look again. Maybe he needs to try again for a better ending.

🎀

[xyourxwifex]

You want me. You need me.

︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵ ༉‧₊˚. 🖤

𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞 𝐯 𝐞 𝐫 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐢 𝐧 𝐠 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆...❤️

——— ꒰ [ :💌: ]

♡ ₦₳₥Ɇ - Celeste, Celes, Wifey, Honey (anything you want~)

♡ ₳₲Ɇ, - Chapter 22

♡ ⱫØĐł₳₵ - Gemini

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐌 𝐄 𝐒 𝐒 𝐘,

𝑰𝑴 𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑬... :🍷:

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁 𝐑 𝐔 𝐓 𝐀 𝐋

𝑰𝑭 𝑰𝑴 𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑻... ❣

𝐛𝐔𝐭 𝐢𝐓'𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐘- 𝐚𝐍𝐲𝐭𝐇𝐈𝐧𝐆 𝐟𝐎𝐫 𝐲𝐎𝐔 𝒎𝒀 𝒅𝑬𝑨𝒓 — :x:

➥Say you love me. I know you do...

꯴᩠ꦽꦼ :💌: ↦ Info

↝This is a Yandere focused 18+ blog! I am a yandere, this is my vent blog for the more...mature themes to keep them separate from my main blog [@xyanderexdollx]. Do not come around with being rude or mean. I'm not bothering anyone. I'm simply here because I'm just your pretty wife, making sure that you're okay~. So if you decide to stay, have fun and don't be to talk to me~♡.

I'll be waiting darling~♡

[quinloki]

Quicksand

Fem Reader x Sir Crocodile

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations, yandere, angst with a happy ending, a referenced instance of physical abuse. 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 12: Eyes

"I'm going to kill him." Crocodile growls, and you can feel the anger radiating off him.

"Please don't." You say quietly, pleadingly – almost desperately, and you can see him force himself to calm down. It wasn't that you didn't understand his reaction, but you didn't want to essentially be the trigger for a war between two Warlords.

Doflamingo came over to the table, a gorgeous young lady on his arm, dressed in a nice suit, with the giant feathery coat draped over his shoulders. As elegant and well-dressed as both he and his date looked, there was nothing else shared between them. Not that they needed to match, but the contrast struck you as your brain scrambled to take in the situation.

"Are you here to celebrate the stunning success of the auction as well, Croco-baby?" Doflamingo questions, finally turning away from Crocodile and looking at you. "And what a way to cele- oh." Doflamingo's eyes widen, but you're only sure of it because his whole face shows his shock for a second.

"Fufufu, Miss (Y/N)," the delight in Doflamingo's voice was nothing compared to the action that followed. He lowers his glasses and levels a steady gaze at you.

Your soul drops into your feet, and you can feel the very center of your being go cold. Doflamingo was handsome, almost hauntingly beautiful with his glasses lowered, and if you weren't acutely aware of who he was, you could imagine getting pulled into that gaze. As it was, you were more unsettled by how easily he let you see his eyes. Crocodile's words of warning from days before were repeating in your brain, but for the couple of seconds the entire interaction took, you couldn't look away.

"An unexpected turn of events, but what a delight it is to see you here as well." The pink-feathered Warlord nearly purrs.

"There's no delight to be found in your company, Doflamingo." Crocodile growls.

Doflamingo winks at you before returning his glasses to their proper place. "Haven't had a chance to relax yet, hey Croco?" He teases. "Don't be cruel, let us join you. A double date! Just imagine what the papers will say about this. Or better yet, those old fools of the W.G."

"Only if you behave." You say forcefully. You have no idea where your courage is coming from currently, but the lady on Doflamingo's arm seems incredibly relaxed, and for some reason that brings you comfort. You're not glaring at the man when you speak, but you've let your professional tone take over.

Crocodile's anger is shattered and replaced with nothing short of incredible disbelief. You can't blame him, frankly you've probably just been tossed so far into terrified at this point that you've flipped the scale and come back around to angry. Who the Warlords and Emperors are is something few people know, but the clashes between them is something everyone knows. They're considered the only natural disasters of the Grandline Metro, as the temperate island knows no other kind.

"Oh?" Doflamingo's gaze, still behind his glasses, turns to you.

"I worked hard for this experience," you say flatly, playing off the event as a perk of the job and not explicitly because of any relationship between you and Crocodile. "I think it would be within my rights to request that you simply leave, so I don't think my request is unacceptable."

All eyes were on you and never had your stomach been knit so tightly before. You look over at Crocodile and are relieved that the look on his face wasn't one of anger, or frustration. It was the near disinterested look of Sir Crocodile, calm and unshakable CEO of Rain Dinners.

After a second you manage to look up at Doflamingo, and are a little concerned to find that his usual smile has faded. He's not frowning, but he's not far from it.

"It seems my appetite is not what I thought it was," Doflamingo says after a moment. The growing scowl on his face is seeping into his tone. "Savor this more than your meal, Miss (Y/N)." He says quietly before turning and walking away.

Very slowly you let out a breath and try not to let your nerves get the better of you. Crocodile's steady gaze moves away from you only for a moment as he watches Doflamingo legitimately leave Baratie's. Once the mass of pink feathers are gone, he looks back at you.

"What did he say at the end?"

"Savor this more than your meal, Miss (Y/N)," you repeat. Your breath is coming out a little shakier as the adrenaline from before is trying to decide what to do.

"Then, I wouldn't panic, if I were you." Crocodile says gently.

"Eh? I angered him, didn't I?" You question. "I wasn't trying to, but I'm sure I did."

"You certainly did. However you did it, and however he took it, in the end he decided to let it go. For your sake, or mine, or his, I couldn't say." The smile, and tone, coming from Crocodile can only be described as pride, and you're not sure how you feel about that.

After a moment of silence Crocodile goes through the process of taking out a cigar and lighting it. The steady movements, and the familiar scent, help calm you down. You aren't considering starting to smoke yourself, but something grounding like that might be a good habit to pick up, especially if you were going to stay in this kind of life.

"Better?"

You nod. "Yes, thank you."

"Can you still eat?"

You let out another slow breath and smile. "If I can have a few moments and maybe a bit of wine, I believe so. You're more familiar with this than I am, can I leave ordering in your hands?"

The soft smile nearly makes your heart skip. "Of course, Miss (Y/N), it would be my pleasure."

The upside to a fancy dining experience is that it takes hours, and because it takes so long there's plenty of time between dishes to relax. After the first few minutes you could feel your muscles finally relaxing, and the small sips of wine helped. You didn't want to drink too quickly, especially since you were quite certain that the bottle of wine on the table was comparable to the cost of the necklace from the boutique.

You were certainly going to have to become more comfortable with not thinking about the costs of things, but for right now the distraction that it offered was welcome, and Crocodile was adept at assisting in distracting you. He prompted the waiter to speak on the food a little longer, asking questions that were more trivia than necessity, but his voice, and the steady cadence of easy conversation, helped you relax. After half a glass of wine and the reassurance that Doflamingo wasn't going to just pop back into the restaurant, you even asked a few questions of your own.

It might be your first time at a place like Baratie's, but Rain Dinners wasn't too far behind in terms of what it could offer as a dining experience. So, while you didn't have exacting knowledge, you did have enough of a foundation to join in. The act of you simply speaking seemed to delight the waiter, as you had been completely quiet for most of the meal.

By the time dessert had come around you were fully relaxed. You'd had a wonderful conversation with both the waiter and Crocodile as the evening had progressed, and you were pleasantly full without being stuffed. Two glasses of wine over a couple hours hadn't hurt anything either, while also not being enough to cause any issues, or lapses in judgement.

"All things considered," you admit after letting the dessert just melt in your mouth. "This is the best date I've ever been on."

"I find that statement concerns me, more than comforts me, Miss (Y/N)." Crocodile admits.

You smile, and there's maybe an edge to it. "Well, I wasn't bitten, the restaurant didn't catch on fire, there wasn't a rat trying to crawl up my leg, and you didn't spend the entire day talking about exceptionally detailed trivia concerning customized computer cooling systems, including, but not limited to, ones that utilized liquid nitrogen, with such fervor as to wonder why I had gone mute after two hours." You're finding an odd delight at the strained look on Crocodile's face. He's trying to remain neutral, but you can see something cracking at the edges of his expression.

"... What bit you?" He asks after a moment's pause.

"My date." You answer evenly. "I had to get stitches. It wasn't even the worst date I've had."

There's an audible, almost loud, clink of a fork against the plate and Crocodile is pinching the bridge of his nose. You almost wish you were teasing him, because now you feel a little guilty.

"You've never had a bad date?"

"I'm beginning to think so." He answers almost immediately.

"What's the worst date you ever had?" you prompt. "I'm honestly surprised we haven't talked about this before."

Crocodile sighs, you're obviously enjoying the distraction, but you can tell before he says anything that he's not keen on the topic.

"You don't have to-."

"She threw up on me." He says flatly, his brows furrowing.

"Oh. Well. That's a concise way to end an evening." You admit, trying very hard not to picture the scene.

"Indeed." He admits.

You reach out and grab his wine glass, filling his and then yours. You hand it back and hold your glass up for a toast.

"To us, then, and no more bad dates."

"To us," he agrees and you both drink.

With dinner completed, you return to the car. Crocodile opens the door for you, kissing your hand after you're seated, and then Mr. One opens the door for his boss, before sitting in the driver's seat. You can feel yourself squirming before your door's closed.

"Where would you like to end this evening, Miss (Y/N)?" Crocodile questions.

"Huh?"

"Would you be comfortable coming to my home? Or shall we return to the hotel?" He leans in and whispers against your neck. "I can't return you home just yet. I don't want your neighbors to hear the sounds you make for me."

Your face goes red as you turn to look at him. "H-hotel." You manage.

"May I ask why, Miss (Y/N)?"

"I... don't know that I want to be delayed by a tour."

Those predatory eyes hold your gaze for a moment before moving to your lips. "Then I won't allow you to be delayed by one."

"Mr. One," you manage to turn your head just a little. "I would like to go to Sir Crocodile's h-home, please."

"Understood."

. . . . . .

"Little desert flower, if you value those undergarments, I would recommend removing them." He leans down, whispering in your ear. "But do leave the dress on."

You face flushes hotly as you comply, tossing your lingerie off to the side as you slip it off from under your dress. The golden amber eyes that watch your every movement make your skin hot, and the pleased grin you catch glimpses of as your gaze moves to his face only add to it.

Suwani had been true to his word. You barely glimpsed the interior of his home, seeing enough only to know it was a massive mansion, before you found yourself in his bedroom. Even though it's where you found yourself right now, there was nothing to see but the man in front of you. The only detail you knew for certain was that there was a bed, and the faint, comfortable scent of cigars and warm sand.

His arms are around you when you're done, hands gripping you firmly as he leans down and devours your lips. The needy squeeze of your ass hikes the dress up, and your gasp of pleasure and surprise is all he needs as his tongue slips into your mouth. He consumes you and your moans, the heavy pressure and hot wet kisses stealing your breath and making your head spin.

He lifts you up without breaking embrace and walks over to the bed. Sitting down with you in his lap, legs on either side of his, his hand pulls at the dress until his warm fingers are against your thigh. The smooth glass prosthetic slides along your back, sending shivers through you at the cool touch. You lean back to break the kiss, gasping for air as his kisses shift to your neck and run along your collarbone.

"Suwani," you gasp, steadying yourself against him with your hands on his shoulders. "It feels like you're trying to eat me."

There's a low rumbled hum as his hands tighten against you for a second, before he grumbles into your chest. "Nothing but a picture since Friday, and then three days of dealing with that feathered bastard practically purring at you. I am beyond my limit, (Y/N)." There was no 'miss' at the beginning of your name, and the heat in his words dove into your core.

"Mm, and perhaps I will eat you," his voice rumbles as his golden amber eyes pull you into his gaze.

He leans back, grabbing your thighs and pulling you up to his face. It's easy to forget how strong he is until he does something like this, but you don't have much time to appreciate it as his mouth pushes into your slit. His fingers are laced between yours, and you hold onto them to steady yourself, gasping and squirming from the sudden rush of pleasure.

The embarrassment of sitting on his face is lost in the toe-curling pleasure of his lips and tongue teasing your clit.

His hands move yours behind your back, crossing your wrists and holding them in place with his prosthetic hand. You had been pinned down by him before, but this felt different, and the pleasure between your thighs spikes as you pull against the hand that holds you. His warm hand slides down the back of your thigh until he reaches the back of your knee, and then his fingernails dig in. Trailing sharp lines along the tender skin, the slight sting is almost lost in the pleasure, and you cry out his name as he sucks on your clit.

Your body goes taut as the orgasm pushes through you, a pleased hum from Crocodile against your sensitive body nearly causes spots to dance across your blurry vision. You twitch and tremble as he makes sure you ride out the pleasure, but there's no pause as you come down from your peak.

He doesn't stop. If anything, he seems to be getting more aggressive.

Your shaky legs aren't holding you up as each twitch and twist sends jolts through your body. Your shivering gasps of pleasure are turning into breathless, plaintive whimpers.

"S-Suwani I, hngh, I c-can't-!" Your voice is broken mid thought as a long hot finger pushes into your soaking folds.

The only indication he's even aware of your words is a deep pleased hum that sinks into you. His hand holding your wrists has leaned you forward a little, letting his finger push deeper into you.

Your arms twist against the unbreakable grip of his hand, and despite wanting a reprieve from the building pleasure, the struggle stirs something in your core. You feel a rush at being held in place that sends powerful lines of pleasure through your body.

"It's - haaa - not fair!" Your pout is practically dripping with pleasure, and any further words you had were lost as a second finger pushes into you.

The slight stretch was enough, added to everything else, to rush you over the edge again. Your toes and legs curled in one direction while your torso bent in the other, your body at odds with the pleasure, trapped as you were.

His name tumbles from your lips as your body tumbles into the bed. Your legs and arms feel like lead as you sink into the fluffy comforter. The air is cool against the thin layer of sweat clinging to you, and you're only slightly aware of Crocodile as he untangles himself from your legs.

He helps you turn onto your back, and the glint in his eyes reminds you of his namesake. The fact that you were trapped in his jaws until he saw fit to release you was not lost on your addled mind.

He licks the glistening signs of your pleasure from his lips as his eyes drink you in. You feel like you're being devoured again and can feel your own body stir as he removes his jacket, ascot, and shirt with practiced, deliberate movements. The motions are for your benefit, you're quite aware, and the tanned body looming over you is poised to strike again.

He leans down, kissing the fabric of the dress along your hips and stomach. Slowly, deeply, gently. Whether he's giving you a chance to recover, or savoring his next meal, you're not sure, but the soft kisses find your fingers. Warm lips soothe shaky arms and trail along your collarbone before nuzzling into your neck. You can feel the warmth of him around you, even as he's taking care to keep his weight off you.

"I am restraining myself," he murmurs into your neck.

"I know," you reply softly, finding strength in your arms enough to move them. You slide your hands over his bare shoulders and can feel yourself greedily wanting more.

There's a moment of quiet and he moves over you, reaching for something. You bite your lip, worried your actions will spur him on too strongly, but you take advantage of his position over you and undo his belt. You can feel his body freeze in place, and your face flush as you continue moving, undoing the button of his pants, and pulling the zipper down.

You aren't sure how far you mean to go, but you hear and see him take in a deep breath, and you can feel his control cracking.

"Don't... don't." You manage to say, feeling him shift. Your words get him to stay in place and you clarify. "Move up."

"...Up?" His voice has an edge, and you think it's best you can't see his face right now.

You swallow hard, running your hand lightly over the rock-hard erection straining against his underpants. "I... want to try to, um ... eat... you."

You can feel his entire body twitch, and after a second he moves, but not in the direction you had requested. His lips capture yours before you can pout or protest, and the moan that rumbles in his chest elicits a similar sound from you. His hands pull the straps of your dress down, the fabric bunching up as your breasts are exposed and your arms are held tightly against your sides.

You squeak into the kiss from the sensation, and he smiles as he leans back. Your face is hot and you're gasping for breath, and once again it's unfair that you're the only one so affected by all of this.

"Don't make that face," he says, leaning down and kissing your red cheeks. "You can have your fill another day, but right now there's a different part of you that I want to be devoured by, and I cannot wait any longer."

He pulls the skirt of your dress up, and while you can't see much from your current position, you can feel him pressing against you. He brings one of your legs up to his hips, rubbing his cock against your clit and causing you to suck in a breath, squirming under him before he begins to push deep inside you. Your hands grip your dress, as it's all you can reach with your arms pinned by the sleeves, and you bite your lip, trying to hold in the unexpected moan that tears through you.

"So close already?" He muses, hooking your leg over the crook of his arm. He reaches out and teases your nipple with one hand, while the thumb of his other hand rolls over your clit.

The pleasurable feeling makes you tremble and shiver, shifting against the hard flesh inside you as he teases you with his hands. You're going to cum again and a moment ago you weren't sure you had the energy to do so.

"S-suwani! I'm... haa, it's not fair, I'm c-c-hnnngh!!" Your body tenses and your back arches, pushing him deeper into you as you cum hard against him. Your face is red, and you can feel heat down into your shoulders, panting as you feel his gaze taking you in.

It's surprising that there's something more arousing about being almost clothed. You almost feel more exposed and vulnerable like this than you did your first night with him, when there was nothing between the two of you but air.

"Mm, I could listen to you for hours," His voice is smooth and deep, and it's practically dripping with desire.

He leans over you as he begins to move, kissing you deeply as slow movements and warm hands pry soft moans from you. Passion and desire push into you with the kiss, and your head begins to swim from the lack of air before he releases you.

He moves along your neck, licking and nipping at the tender flesh, pulling gasps and moans from you as his mouth teases your hard nipples. His hips never lose their pace, and you can feel pleasure pooling in your thighs again, your body shuddering against the building of pleasure.

"Forgive me, my love," Crocodile says in a voice far shakier than you expected.

He leans back, holding your hips, and begins to thrust into you in earnest. Before now his focus had been your pleasure, and while he wasn't hurting you by any stretch of the word, the motion was fast and deep, and it pushed air and sound from you without much mercy. You have nothing you can hold onto or steady yourself against, and you're almost too tired to manage it even if you could move more freely.

Your legs and toes curl around him as his heavy pace falters. You're too tired for your body to clench, but there's a satisfying fog of pleasure that overtakes you as you feel him twitch and finish inside you.

He leans down as he pulls out, and kisses you gently.

"Are you alright?"

You nod, breathing heavy still, as he turns you to your side, enough to release the clasp of the dress and undo the zipper, pulling it down and freeing your arms. Warm kisses falls on your shoulders and down your back as he pulls the dress off you, tossing it to the floor.

Your face is a deep red as you find your voice. "You called me... your love."

"I did."

"... Truly?"

"I did not say it lightly, (Y/N)." He assures you, laying down beside you, pulling your back to his chest gently. "I don't want you to feel ob-."

"Me too." You interrupt, feeling the blush in your face rush through your body. "I... knew it was hopeless after the first month, but I kept trying to manage my expectations. But the sound of a new message, every word we exchanged, I hadn't felt so comfortable before.

"And then... everything after that was just..." You're not sure the word to use, your mind still fuzzy from earlier.

The hum in Crocodile's chest warms your heart as his arms wrap around you.

You turn and look up at him. "I'm not delusional," you assert. "I know what it means that you're a Warlord. I might not know all the details, but I understand you're not, um, conventionally a good person. I want you to know I know that."

"I haven't thought you to be naïve at any point." He assures you.

"Good... then, please let me love you." You say, your eyes holding his gaze.

"As you wish, my love." 

[sir-sunawani]

Quicksand

Fem Reader x Sir Crocodile

20 Chapters - 46,838 words

Read it on Ao3 or Wattpad

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations, yandere, angst with a happy ending, a referenced instance of physical abuse. 18+ only

Chapter 12: Eyes

"I'm going to kill him." Crocodile growls, and you can feel the anger radiating off him.

"Please don't." You say quietly, pleadingly – almost desperately, and you can see him force himself to calm down. It wasn't that you didn't understand his reaction, but you didn't want to essentially be the trigger for a war between two Warlords.

Doflamingo came over to the table, a gorgeous young lady on his arm, dressed in a nice suit, with the giant feathery coat draped over his shoulders. As elegant and well-dressed as both he and his date looked, there was nothing else shared between them. Not that they needed to match, but the contrast struck you as your brain scrambled to take in the situation.

"Are you here to celebrate the stunning success of the auction as well, Croco-baby?" Doflamingo questions, finally turning away from Crocodile and looking at you. "And what a way to cele- oh." Doflamingo's eyes widen, but you're only sure of it because his whole face shows his shock for a second.

"Fufufu, Miss (Y/N)," the delight in Doflamingo's voice was nothing compared to the action that followed. He lowers his glasses and levels a steady gaze at you.

Your soul drops into your feet, and you can feel the very center of your being go cold. Doflamingo was handsome, almost hauntingly beautiful with his glasses lowered, and if you weren't acutely aware of who he was, you could imagine getting pulled into that gaze. As it was, you were more unsettled by how easily he let you see his eyes. Crocodile's words of warning from days before were repeating in your brain, but for the couple of seconds the entire interaction took, you couldn't look away.

"An unexpected turn of events, but what a delight it is to see you here as well." The pink-feathered Warlord nearly purrs.

"There's no delight to be found in your company, Doflamingo." Crocodile growls.

Doflamingo winks at you before returning his glasses to their proper place. "Haven't had a chance to relax yet, hey Croco?" He teases. "Don't be cruel, let us join you. A double date! Just imagine what the papers will say about this. Or better yet, those old fools of the W.G."

"Only if you behave." You say forcefully. You have no idea where your courage is coming from currently, but the lady on Doflamingo's arm seems incredibly relaxed, and for some reason that brings you comfort. You're not glaring at the man when you speak, but you've let your professional tone take over.

Crocodile's anger is shattered and replaced with nothing short of incredible disbelief. You can't blame him, frankly you've probably just been tossed so far into terrified at this point that you've flipped the scale and come back around to angry. Who the Warlords and Emperors are is something few people know, but the clashes between them is something everyone knows. They're considered the only natural disasters of the Grandline Metro, as the temperate island knows no other kind.

"Oh?" Doflamingo's gaze, still behind his glasses, turns to you.

"I worked hard for this experience," you say flatly, playing off the event as a perk of the job and not explicitly because of any relationship between you and Crocodile. "I think it would be within my rights to request that you simply leave, so I don't think my request is unacceptable."

All eyes were on you and never had your stomach been knit so tightly before. You look over at Crocodile and are relieved that the look on his face wasn't one of anger, or frustration. It was the near disinterested look of Sir Crocodile, calm and unshakable CEO of Rain Dinners.

After a second you manage to look up at Doflamingo, and are a little concerned to find that his usual smile has faded. He's not frowning, but he's not far from it.

"It seems my appetite is not what I thought it was," Doflamingo says after a moment. The growing scowl on his face is seeping into his tone. "Savor this more than your meal, Miss (Y/N)." He says quietly before turning and walking away.

Very slowly you let out a breath and try not to let your nerves get the better of you. Crocodile's steady gaze moves away from you only for a moment as he watches Doflamingo legitimately leave Baratie's. Once the mass of pink feathers are gone, he looks back at you.

"What did he say at the end?"

"Savor this more than your meal, Miss (Y/N)," you repeat. Your breath is coming out a little shakier as the adrenaline from before is trying to decide what to do.

"Then, I wouldn't panic, if I were you." Crocodile says gently.

"Eh? I angered him, didn't I?" You question. "I wasn't trying to, but I'm sure I did."

"You certainly did. However you did it, and however he took it, in the end he decided to let it go. For your sake, or mine, or his, I couldn't say." The smile, and tone, coming from Crocodile can only be described as pride, and you're not sure how you feel about that.

After a moment of silence Crocodile goes through the process of taking out a cigar and lighting it. The steady movements, and the familiar scent, help calm you down. You aren't considering starting to smoke yourself, but something grounding like that might be a good habit to pick up, especially if you were going to stay in this kind of life.

"Better?"

You nod. "Yes, thank you."

"Can you still eat?"

You let out another slow breath and smile. "If I can have a few moments and maybe a bit of wine, I believe so. You're more familiar with this than I am, can I leave ordering in your hands?"

The soft smile nearly makes your heart skip. "Of course, Miss (Y/N), it would be my pleasure."

The upside to a fancy dining experience is that it takes hours, and because it takes so long there's plenty of time between dishes to relax. After the first few minutes you could feel your muscles finally relaxing, and the small sips of wine helped. You didn't want to drink too quickly, especially since you were quite certain that the bottle of wine on the table was comparable to the cost of the necklace from the boutique.

You were certainly going to have to become more comfortable with not thinking about the costs of things, but for right now the distraction that it offered was welcome, and Crocodile was adept at assisting in distracting you. He prompted the waiter to speak on the food a little longer, asking questions that were more trivia than necessity, but his voice, and the steady cadence of easy conversation, helped you relax. After half a glass of wine and the reassurance that Doflamingo wasn't going to just pop back into the restaurant, you even asked a few questions of your own.

It might be your first time at a place like Baratie's, but Rain Dinners wasn't too far behind in terms of what it could offer as a dining experience. So, while you didn't have exacting knowledge, you did have enough of a foundation to join in. The act of you simply speaking seemed to delight the waiter, as you had been completely quiet for most of the meal.

By the time dessert had come around you were fully relaxed. You'd had a wonderful conversation with both the waiter and Crocodile as the evening had progressed, and you were pleasantly full without being stuffed. Two glasses of wine over a couple hours hadn't hurt anything either, while also not being enough to cause any issues, or lapses in judgement.

"All things considered," you admit after letting the dessert just melt in your mouth. "This is the best date I've ever been on."

"I find that statement concerns me, more than comforts me, Miss (Y/N)." Crocodile admits.

You smile, and there's maybe an edge to it. "Well, I wasn't bitten, the restaurant didn't catch on fire, there wasn't a rat trying to crawl up my leg, and you didn't spend the entire day talking about exceptionally detailed trivia concerning customized computer cooling systems, including, but not limited to, ones that utilized liquid nitrogen, with such fervor as to wonder why I had gone mute after two hours." You're finding an odd delight at the strained look on Crocodile's face. He's trying to remain neutral, but you can see something cracking at the edges of his expression.

"... What bit you?" He asks after a moment's pause.

"My date." You answer evenly. "I had to get stitches. It wasn't even the worst date I've had."

(A/N: all these are personal true stories except one.)

There's an audible, almost loud, clink of a fork against the plate and Crocodile is pinching the bridge of his nose. You almost wish you were teasing him, because now you feel a little guilty.

"You've never had a bad date?"

"I'm beginning to think so." He answers almost immediately.

"What's the worst date you ever had?" you prompt. "I'm honestly surprised we haven't talked about this before."

Crocodile sighs, you're obviously enjoying the distraction, but you can tell before he says anything that he's not keen on the topic.

"You don't have to-."

"She threw up on me." He says flatly, his brows furrowing.

"Oh. Well. That's a concise way to end an evening." You admit, trying very hard not to picture the scene.

"Indeed." He admits.

You reach out and grab his wine glass, filling his and then yours. You hand it back and hold your glass up for a toast.

"To us, then, and no more bad dates."

"To us," he agrees and you both drink.

With dinner completed, you return to the car. Crocodile opens the door for you, kissing your hand after you're seated, and then Mr. One opens the door for his boss, before sitting in the driver's seat. You can feel yourself squirming before your door's closed.

"Where would you like to end this evening, Miss (Y/N)?" Crocodile questions.

"Huh?"

"Would you be comfortable coming to my home? Or shall we return to the hotel?" He leans in and whispers against your neck. "I can't return you home just yet. I don't want your neighbors to hear the sounds you make for me."

Your face goes red as you turn to look at him. "H-hotel." You manage.

"May I ask why, Miss (Y/N)?"

"I... don't know that I want to be delayed by a tour."

Those predatory eyes hold your gaze for a moment before moving to your lips. "Then I won't allow you to be delayed by one."

"Mr. One," you manage to turn your head just a little. "I would like to go to Sir Crocodile's h-home, please."

"Understood."

. . . . . .

"Little desert flower, if you value those undergarments, I would recommend removing them." He leans down, whispering in your ear. "But do leave the dress on."

You face flushes hotly as you comply, tossing your lingerie off to the side as you slip it off from under your dress. The golden amber eyes that watch your every movement make your skin hot, and the pleased grin you catch glimpses of as your gaze moves to his face only add to it.

Suwani had been true to his word. You barely glimpsed the interior of his home, seeing enough only to know it was a massive mansion, before you found yourself in his bedroom. Even though it's where you found yourself right now, there was nothing to see but the man in front of you. The only detail you knew for certain was that there was a bed, and the faint, comfortable scent of cigars and warm sand.

His arms are around you when you're done, hands gripping you firmly as he leans down and devours your lips. The needy squeeze of your ass hikes the dress up, and your gasp of pleasure and surprise is all he needs as his tongue slips into your mouth. He consumes you and your moans, the heavy pressure and hot wet kisses stealing your breath and making your head spin.

He lifts you up without breaking embrace and walks over to the bed. Sitting down with you in his lap, legs on either side of his, his hand pulls at the dress until his warm fingers are against your thigh. The smooth glass prosthetic slides along your back, sending shivers through you at the cool touch. You lean back to break the kiss, gasping for air as his kisses shift to your neck and run along your collarbone.

"Suwani," you gasp, steadying yourself against him with your hands on his shoulders. "It feels like you're trying to eat me."

There's a low rumbled hum as his hands tighten against you for a second, before he grumbles into your chest. "Nothing but a picture since Friday, and then three days of dealing with that feathered bastard practically purring at you. I am beyond my limit, (Y/N)." There was no 'miss' at the beginning of your name, and the heat in his words dove into your core.

"Mm, and perhaps I will eat you," his voice rumbles as his golden amber eyes pull you into his gaze.

He leans back, grabbing your thighs and pulling you up to his face. It's easy to forget how strong he is until he does something like this, but you don't have much time to appreciate it as his mouth pushes into your slit. His fingers are laced between yours, and you hold onto them to steady yourself, gasping and squirming from the sudden rush of pleasure.

The embarrassment of sitting on his face is lost in the toe-curling pleasure of his lips and tongue teasing your clit.

His hands move yours behind your back, crossing your wrists and holding them in place with his prosthetic hand. You had been pinned down by him before, but this felt different, and the pleasure between your thighs spikes as you pull against the hand that holds you. His warm hand slides down the back of your thigh until he reaches the back of your knee, and then his fingernails dig in. Trailing sharp lines along the tender skin, the slight sting is almost lost in the pleasure, and you cry out his name as he sucks on your clit.

Your body goes taut as the orgasm pushes through you, a pleased hum from Crocodile against your sensitive body nearly causes spots to dance across your blurry vision. You twitch and tremble as he makes sure you ride out the pleasure, but there's no pause as you come down from your peak.

He doesn't stop. If anything, he seems to be getting more aggressive.

Your shaky legs aren't holding you up as each twitch and twist sends jolts through your body. Your shivering gasps of pleasure are turning into breathless, plaintive whimpers.

"S-Suwani I, hngh, I c-can't-!" Your voice is broken mid thought as a long hot finger pushes into your soaking folds.

The only indication he's even aware of your words is a deep pleased hum that sinks into you. His hand holding your wrists has leaned you forward a little, letting his finger push deeper into you.

Your arms twist against the unbreakable grip of his hand, and despite wanting a reprieve from the building pleasure, the struggle stirs something in your core. You feel a rush at being held in place that sends powerful lines of pleasure through your body.

"It's - haaa - not fair!" Your pout is practically dripping with pleasure, and any further words you had were lost as a second finger pushes into you.

The slight stretch was enough, added to everything else, to rush you over the edge again. Your toes and legs curled in one direction while your torso bent in the other, your body at odds with the pleasure, trapped as you were.

His name tumbles from your lips as your body tumbles into the bed. Your legs and arms feel like lead as you sink into the fluffy comforter. The air is cool against the thin layer of sweat clinging to you, and you're only slightly aware of Crocodile as he untangles himself from your legs.

He helps you turn onto your back, and the glint in his eyes reminds you of his namesake. The fact that you were trapped in his jaws until he saw fit to release you was not lost on your addled mind.

He licks the glistening signs of your pleasure from his lips as his eyes drink you in. You feel like you're being devoured again and can feel your own body stir as he removes his jacket, ascot, and shirt with practiced, deliberate movements. The motions are for your benefit, you're quite aware, and the tanned body looming over you is poised to strike again.

He leans down, kissing the fabric of the dress along your hips and stomach. Slowly, deeply, gently. Whether he's giving you a chance to recover, or savoring his next meal, you're not sure, but the soft kisses find your fingers. Warm lips soothe shaky arms and trail along your collarbone before nuzzling into your neck. You can feel the warmth of him around you, even as he's taking care to keep his weight off you.

"I am restraining myself," he murmurs into your neck.

"I know," you reply softly, finding strength in your arms enough to move them. You slide your hands over his bare shoulders and can feel yourself greedily wanting more.

There's a moment of quiet and he moves over you, reaching for something. You bite your lip, worried your actions will spur him on too strongly, but you take advantage of his position over you and undo his belt. You can feel his body freeze in place, and your face flush as you continue moving, undoing the button of his pants, and pulling the zipper down.

You aren't sure how far you mean to go, but you hear and see him take in a deep breath, and you can feel his control cracking.

"Don't... don't." You manage to say, feeling him shift. Your words get him to stay in place and you clarify. "Move up."

"...Up?" His voice has an edge, and you think it's best you can't see his face right now.

You swallow hard, running your hand lightly over the rock-hard erection straining against his underpants. "I... want to try to, um ... eat... you."

You can feel his entire body twitch, and after a second he moves, but not in the direction you had requested. His lips capture yours before you can pout or protest, and the moan that rumbles in his chest elicits a similar sound from you. His hands pull the straps of your dress down, the fabric bunching up as your breasts are exposed and your arms are held tightly against your sides.

You squeak into the kiss from the sensation, and he smiles as he leans back. Your face is hot and you're gasping for breath, and once again it's unfair that you're the only one so affected by all of this.

"Don't make that face," he says, leaning down and kissing your red cheeks. "You can have your fill another day, but right now there's a different part of you that I want to be devoured by, and I cannot wait any longer."

He pulls the skirt of your dress up, and while you can't see much from your current position, you can feel him pressing against you. He brings one of your legs up to his hips, rubbing his cock against your clit and causing you to suck in a breath, squirming under him before he begins to push deep inside you. Your hands grip your dress, as it's all you can reach with your arms pinned by the sleeves, and you bite your lip, trying to hold in the unexpected moan that tears through you.

"So close already?" He muses, hooking your leg over the crook of his arm. He reaches out and teases your nipple with one hand, while the thumb of his other hand rolls over your clit.

The pleasurable feeling makes you tremble and shiver, shifting against the hard flesh inside you as he teases you with his hands. You're going to cum again and a moment ago you weren't sure you had the energy to do so.

"S-suwani! I'm... haa, it's not fair, I'm c-c-hnnngh!!" Your body tenses and your back arches, pushing him deeper into you as you cum hard against him. Your face is red, and you can feel heat down into your shoulders, panting as you feel his gaze taking you in.

It's surprising that there's something more arousing about being almost clothed. You almost feel more exposed and vulnerable like this than you did your first night with him, when there was nothing between the two of you but air.

"Mm, I could listen to you for hours," His voice is smooth and deep, and it's practically dripping with desire.

He leans over you as he begins to move, kissing you deeply as slow movements and warm hands pry soft moans from you. Passion and desire push into you with the kiss, and your head begins to swim from the lack of air before he releases you.

He moves along your neck, licking and nipping at the tender flesh, pulling gasps and moans from you as his mouth teases your hard nipples. His hips never lose their pace, and you can feel pleasure pooling in your thighs again, your body shuddering against the building of pleasure.

"Forgive me, my love," Crocodile says in a voice far shakier than you expected.

He leans back, holding your hips, and begins to thrust into you in earnest. Before now his focus had been your pleasure, and while he wasn't hurting you by any stretch of the word, the motion was fast and deep, and it pushed air and sound from you without much mercy. You have nothing you can hold onto or steady yourself against, and you're almost too tired to manage it even if you could move more freely.

Your legs and toes curl around him as his heavy pace falters. You're too tired for your body to clench, but there's a satisfying fog of pleasure that overtakes you as you feel him twitch and finish inside you.

He leans down as he pulls out, and kisses you gently.

"Are you alright?"

You nod, breathing heavy still, as he turns you to your side, enough to release the clasp of the dress and undo the zipper, pulling it down and freeing your arms. Warm kisses falls on your shoulders and down your back as he pulls the dress off you, tossing it to the floor.

Your face is a deep red as you find your voice. "You called me... your love."

"I did."

"... Truly?"

"I did not say it lightly, (Y/N)." He assures you, laying down beside you, pulling your back to his chest gently. "I don't want you to feel ob-."

"Me too." You interrupt, feeling the blush in your face rush through your body. "I... knew it was hopeless after the first month, but I kept trying to manage my expectations. But the sound of a new message, every word we exchanged, I hadn't felt so comfortable before.

"And then... everything after that was just..." You're not sure the word to use, your mind still fuzzy from earlier.

The hum in Crocodile's chest warms your heart as his arms wrap around you.

You turn and look up at him. "I'm not delusional," you assert. "I know what it means that you're a Warlord. I might not know all the details, but I understand you're not, um, conventionally a good person. I want you to know I know that."

"I haven't thought you to be naïve at any point." He assures you.

"Good... then, please let me love you." You say, your eyes holding his gaze.

"As you wish, my love." 

[pyropsychiccollector]

Which would be scarier for Makoto to face? Yandere Junko, Yandere Celeste or Yandere Sayaka?

Also, same for Erza, Juvia and Mira? Which one would be a scarier Yandere?

................. Friend. There are some questions that must never be considered. Yandere's are..... (人◕ω◕);;;;;;;;;;; You didn't even consider yandere Mukuro.... *sigh*

Yandere Junko is more widespread in her.... fury. She will nuke the board if it means sating her paranoia. (人◕ω◕);;;;;

Yandere Celes is terrifying because she's a good liar. So..... Makoto's not gonna know when she's set off, let alone when people vanish under mysterious circumstances.... (人◕ω◕);;;;;;;;;

Yandere Sayaka....

...

........... Let's just say she would make her manager and the public UNDERSTAND she has a boyfr- soulmate. And every minute of their lives would be broadcasted so that Sayaka knows everything Makoto does. (人◕ω◕);;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

Honestly, I'm not even gonna give this one the dignity of answering. I outlined what *I* thought each yandere would be like. Now it's on you to decide for yourself, friend. (人◕ω◕);;;;;;;; That is a loaded question.

As for Erza, Mira, Juvia.... I don't ship them with Makoto. They are for Natsu. XD And that is another loaded question that I shan't consider because I want to live. (人◕ω◕);;;;;;;;;;;;;;; However, to be fair, we'll walk through each like the last three.

Yandere Juvia retains her cuteness. That's perhaps the most horrifying thing about yandere Juvia. Even when she's drowning "rivals" (yes, even the waitress that served their table), she is the picture of delightful innocence. (人◕ω◕);;;;;;;;;

Yandere Mira..... Honestly pretty similar to yandere Juvia, although when you press her nuclear button, um..... Demon side comes out. And you're even more dead because you pushed that button that should never be pressed. (人◕ω◕);;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

Yandere Erza..... Well, she's the controlling type, like Sayaka. She's just more brute force about it than Sayaka. ..... Poor Natsu. (人◕ω◕);;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

So yeah. Scary question. I'm glad it's over. \ (人◕ω◕) /

[toadeyes-miqote]

Hiding in a little corner somewhere

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Ah yes her mate. I wasn't sure how to approach FFXIV or MMOs. the last customisable game I used a "me" and ended up on a slight crush on one of the characters. Left it as is. Fighting game with no major storyline except a bunch of delinquent school kids so there.

On account of Haurchefant's ethusastic behaviour and probably yandere Zenos and what I know of FF from VI to X. I kinda felt I should not be using my usual "me" first person POV. Instead I brought in "her" who is sort of my muse and the older, cooler sister to the "me". With "her" at least I can control the amount of romance I'm willing to accept.

Turns out "her" default background was good enough a motivation vs "mine". "My" RPG background as a vessal of an ancient thing didn't have motivation. "I" would have been no different from Azem. But "she" fit right in, "She" has the responsibility of leadership and currently "she", "her" husband and a bunch "their" relatives and friends had ran away from the mantle of responsibilities to form a performing troupe for one my other RL project.

And I'm keeping "her" as a solo adventurer for her to form ties with the NPCs instead of being tied to her own group who can be thought of as her retainers or other adventurers. So this game is essentially "her" story. And I like the way it went so far.

And yes "her" default self aka my muse. Likes to point out and make fun of everything in this game and "her" friends are background players in my head.

It took me this long to realise why I enjoy this game and why I’m kinda fond of my character. In using the Cool Big Sis OC to be the WoL. I had turn my WoL into the character type that I’m fond of. Her predecessors would be Paine, LuLu, Freya, Quistis, maybe Aerith and Celes. The ladies who are not the main love interest, except for Aerith maybe.

And my WoL’s little sibling? Alisaie and Ryne. Alphinaud doesn’t feel like a little sibling the way Alisaise does. This tempts me to see if I can let my WoL take the Cool Big sis route for G’raha.

Not likely to be doing any major shipping for this game. The last major shipping I did, exhausted me on the shrine front after 15 years.

Now is mostly passive shipping.

If we're to talk about romance?

Haurchefant came close, if he survived the Vault and maybe he stand a chance until her mate returns.

Leofard came close to stealing her away

Cid and her would always be on eternal dates until someone figure out he's more like Thancred to her and their dates are really hangout sessions where she can rest.

[witchofcustom]

May I request Yandere Locke x Reader x Yandere Celes? Thank you!

Of course!! I’m so sorry this is so late! I started a job and school has been pretty rough, but I hope you still enjoy!

It's been a bit since I've written, and also been a bit since I last played FF6, so I hope that it's not too bad!

Yandere!CelesLocke General Headcanons

CW: Yandere, gn!reader, poly, FF6 spoilers, kidnapping, isolation, punishment

-Locke and Celes have a deep love and respect for each other. They wouldn’t normally want to take someone else into their relationship, but if they both fell for the same person, they’d want to take them in “for (Y/N)’s own good.”

-Obviously this means kidnapping.

-Locke is much more protective, especially if darling is unable to fight. He would never want them to even go outside, as he fears they would suffer the same fate as his first love, Rachel.

"Outside? Don't worry about that! How about we organize some of my treasures together? It's alright, I'll handle everything with sharp edges."

-Celes isn't nearly as protective, but she can be very strict at times. She also is very possessive, worrying that anyone besides Locke will take her darling away from her. She's overall very sweet, but if darling misbehaves, she'll be quick to punish them.

-Her punishments are usually either isolation from her and Locke, but she can be more serious if darling is truly misbehaving.

-She loves to cook for darling! And it's even better if they're willing to let her handfeed them!

"I made some cookies for you (Y/N). How about I feed them to you? Your arms must be too tired to do so after being tied up for so long."

-They are both fairly delusional, believing that darling is just as in love with them as they are. Locke is slightly more aware, but his own trauma keeps him from letting darling go.

-Overall they're not the worst yanderes to have around, but can

[celestinatorres]

Ella es mi creacion, Es una loli psicopata es mini relato ya que la historia que hice esta muy larga✍ by StarGirl S

Una dulsura convertida en una dulce psicopata by StarGirl S✍🗡⚔⚖

[celesta-major-blog]

Pros and cons of dating me

Pros:

-I’m fluffy for a demon

-good sex constantly

-I’ll make you food

-I’m very cute

-darlin’ nobody will mess with you

-I’m good a pool and gambling

-I love having fun

Cons:

-I’ll stalk you

-lowkey always has someone locked in my basement

-jealous over anyone touching you

-mine mine mine

-a demon

-I love blood

-sharp teeth

[thatbloodycountess]

Loyalty: A Versus Story Ch. 3

Remember when I said I was on a yandere kick? Well, here it comes.

 I’m going to tag @themissimmortal and @eaddi for this chapter. It’s their fault that I can’t get it out of my head. If you’re not following these awesome people, then you’re missing out.

 Warnings: Heavy smut, dub-con/non-con, fingering, kidnapping, oral sex, unprotected sex, obsession, extreme violence. Yandere! Prompto.

  Ignis showed up on her doorstep a week after the meeting with Noctis and his retinue. Celes was relieved that he didn’t bring Prompto with him. The strategist immediately got down to business with what she would be doing. His spies managed to discover that the Niffs were gathering at one of Insomnia’s sleaziest nightclubs. It was a haven for the city’s drug dealers, but the owner was loyal to the Crown, most notably the prince. Ignis had to plan her role carefully to make sure she wouldn’t be put in danger. If she was caught, then the Niff spies would be onto them and their intelligence efforts would be all for naught.

  Prompto came up with an idea to glean the information they needed and to keep Celes safe. He created an app that would duplicate the contents of an individual’s cell phone and transmit the information to a separate server. All Celes would need to do is make sure that her device was close enough to the target. Ignis provided a Crownsguard-issue cell phone. The phone only had four numbers in the contact list, which belonged to the four of them. He instructed her to notify him directly should she run into trouble.

  The club was what Celes expected it to be. The main room was split level, with a large bar in the center of the upper area and another along the wall opposite from the entrance. The dance floor was close enough to the bar to keep patrons coming back for more drinks. Several small tables were scattered about in between the two bars. VIP areas were cordoned off along the back wall with expensive furniture. Her uniform was skimpier than her last. Her backless white tank top shimmered under the lights and she didn’t think miniskirts could get any shorter. Black stilettos were still the standard footwear.

 The first week was uneventful. Her targets hadn’t shown up, but she witnessed at least twenty drug deals on the first night alone. The second week, her new boss pulled her aside and nonchalantly pointed out a group of four men occupying one of the VIP sections. They seemed like a normal group of men, a thought Celes immediately kicked herself for. The whole idea of spies was to look unassuming and to provide a small sense of security.

 Just like her.

 Celes ran her fingers through her long black hair before smoothing her skirt, her fingertips brushing against her new cell phone that she managed to secure to her upper thigh. She walked across the club, the bass from the speakers filling her ears. The black lights in the club cast her pale skin in an ethereal glow, which caught their attention.

 “What can I get you gentlemen?”

 “Two bottles of your finest bourbon.” The redhead of the group answered.

 “And could you give this to the bartender?”

 The man with a clean-shaven head and imposing build handed her a business card. It had a strange design imprinted on it. She nodded to him and headed for the bar.

 “Two bottles Insomnia Reserve.” she told the bartender. “And they wanted me to give you this.”

 The bartender, a slender girl with a purple chin length bob, nodded and reached into a cabinet behind the bar. She grabbed two bottles of the requested liquor and four small clear bags filled with a white powder. Celes placed the items on a round serving tray and headed towards the four men. She placed the bottles and bags down on the white marble coffee table. Just as she turned to leave, the redhead grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her onto his lap.

 “I haven’t seen you around here before.” He flashed her a smirk. “What’s your name?”

 “C-Celes.”

 He laughed. “Don’t be nervous honey. I don’t bite.”

 “That’s a shame.” She brushed his arm with her fingertips.

 She caught a glimpse of her boss who merely nodded to her from behind the bar. This was her opportunity to get the information Ignis wanted her to obtain but she wasn’t up for whoring herself out to get the job done. Celes removed herself from his lap and poured the four men a drink. The blonde of the group grabbed one of the bags and emptied the contents into neat lines on the table. He snorted one of the lines and offered her one.

 “Sorry, I’m on duty tonight.”

 “It’s good stuff.” the redhead brushed her hair from her shoulder.

 “I’m sure it is but have you seen my shoes?”

 “Touché.”

 He wrapped an arm around her waist and ran his fingertips along her hip. Celes felt her cell phone buzz once against her skin. Ignis told her that it would when the transmission starts. It shouldn’t take more than three minutes. She could entertain them for that long and then find some excuse to get away. The blonde snorted another line as Celes continued to flirt with the redhead to keep the conversation going just a bit longer. She almost leapt to her feet when she felt her phone buzz a second time. She stood up only to have the redhead grab her wrist a second time.

 “Where are you going?”

 “Ladies room.” She winked at him. “Back in a minute.”

 She casually walked across the club towards the bathrooms located down a hall near the dance floor. The door to the alley was also down the same hall and she pushed the door open. She stepped into the alley, shivering as the cold night air brushed against her exposed skin. She removed her phone and quickly dialed Ignis’ number.

 “Did you get it?”

 “Yes. Good work.”

 “What’re you doing out here honey?”

 Celes whirled around to find the redhead standing in the doorway. She quickly hung up on Ignis as he approached her. His hand wrapped itself around her waist and he pulled her flush against him.

 “I thought you were going to the bathroom.”

 “Stalking isn’t an admirable quality.”

 He chuckled. “Ouch. What kind of man do you think I am?”

 “A dead one.”

 The redhead turned around, but the alley’s dim lighting only provided an outline of the voice’s owner. Celes immediately recognized the voice. Footsteps echoed off the walls of the alley as they came into view. It was Prompto. His lips were formed in a tight line and his blue eyes glinted with malice. If looks could kill, the redhead would’ve dropped dead in an instant. Celes removed herself from the man’s grasp.

 “Who’re you?”

 “I would be more worried about yourself.” the gunner answered as he took a few steps forward.

 The redhead suddenly threw a punch, connecting with Prompto’s jaw. Prompto retaliated with a punch to the gut and another to the mouth, sending him back against the dumpster at the rear of the alley. He gave the redhead no chance to recover as he punched him a third time. Once he hit the ground, Prompto kicked him a few times in the ribs before beginning to stomp on his head. Celes pressed herself against the wall as her brain screamed at her to run. She had never seen such a display of violence before. Prompto seemed to be enjoying himself as he felt the man’s skull cave in underneath his boots. He stopped his attack and turned his attention to Celes.

 “Are you okay?”

 She wanted to vomit but she couldn’t take her eyes off his handiwork. The voice in her head screamed at her again to run, call Ignis, or do something else besides just standing there. Prompto gently took the cell phone from her and tucked it in his back pocket.

 “You’re safe. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

 He placed his hands on her cheeks and turned her head so she could look directly at him. He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. She didn’t move, still reeling from what she just witnessed. Prompto seemed proud of what he did, and it sickened her. How could he just murder someone like that? Spy or not, she doubted that Ignis wanted the man dead right away. She felt him pull on her chin and then his tongue slipping into her mouth. She abruptly pushed him away.

 “What’s wrong?” he asked.

 “Don’t touch me.”

 He seemed confused. “Why?”

 “You just stomped a man to death.”

 “I did it for you.”

 “W-What?”

 “I wasn’t going to let him hurt you. I love you.”

 She just stared at him, not completely understanding what was happening. Prompto killed someone because he loved her? Sure, his behavior had been a bit creepy, but she didn’t think it was because of that. Prompto crashed his lips against hers, his tongue immediately slipping into her mouth. He quickly pinned her arms above her head and pressed his body against hers. His tongue brushed against the entirety of her mouth. She tried to move her head but there was no escaping him. He let her come up for air as he trailed wet kisses along her jaw and down her throat. He sucked at the skin at the base of her neck, leaving a deep bruise in his wake.

 “S-Stop…” Celes struggled against him but he wouldn’t budge.

 His free hand palmed her breast through her tank top, his groin twitching when he discovered she wasn’t wearing a bra. Celes gasped as he squeezed her soft flesh through the material, her back arching slightly off the wall. He sucked another bruise on her collarbone as she fought the urge to moan. She shouldn’t be liking this. Rape wasn’t supposed to be enjoyable.

 “Don’t hide your sounds from me.” He tugged on her earlobe with his teeth. “Let me hear you.”

 Celes felt tears pricking the corners of her eyes. “Please…stop…”

 Prompto reached underneath her black skirt and brushed against her slit through her panties. Celes moaned as she nearly jumped off the wall. He ran his fingers up towards her clit and down again as he sucked more bruises onto her flesh. She could feel her shame growing as her arousal soaked her panties. Why was she enjoying this? Perhaps it was shock. She had never seen a dead body before, much less witnessed a murder. She keened when Prompto pushed the fabric aside and dipped two fingers into her pussy. He ghosted his lips over hers as his fingers thrust slowly inside her. Celes’ hips languidly moved against his hand, a deep blush washing over her cheeks.

 Astrals it felt good. He curled his fingers inside of her, brushing against a rough spot that made her cry out. He pressed his lips to hers once more and she didn’t resist, allowing his tongue inside her mouth. He withdrew his fingers, earning a whimper from Celes as she suddenly felt empty. Prompto released her arms and knelt down. He pulled her panties down and dove into her wet folds. Celes’ back arched as a loud moan filled the alley only to be quickly drowned out by the music coming from the club. Prompto groaned as he sucked on her clit, reveling in her taste. Celes ran her fingers through his hair as he feasted on her like a starving man. The pressure was quickly forming in her abdomen as she slung one leg over his shoulder to give him more access. Her grip on his hair tightened as her orgasm washed over her. She rode out the waves of her release as Prompto stood up and kissed her again. She tasted herself on his tongue, causing her arousal to intensify once more.

 Prompto turned her around and lifted her skirt to give him a full view of her ass. Celes felt his erection pressing against her through his pants. She heard him pull on the zipper and then a groan as he stroked himself. Her breath hitched as he filled her in a single thrust. He was almost too big but her cunt stretched deliciously around him. He gripped her hips as he began to move, his fingers digging into her skin. Celes’ fingers dug into the brick wall as he fucked her. It was wrong…so very wrong…but her body only craved more of him. He lifted her top to grasp at her breasts, squeezing them in rhythm with his thrusts. He tugged on a nipple earning a louder moan from her.

 “You like taking my cock don’t you?” he growled in her ear. “You’re taking it so well…like a good little whore…”

 “Mmm…fuck!”

 He suddenly stopped moving. “You didn’t answer me.”

 Celes whined as she wiggled her hips to get him to move again.

 “Say it.”

 “I love taking your cock…please fuck me like the whore that I am…”

 He set a punishing pace, his cock hitting her g-spot repeatedly. Celes’ thighs began to twitch as the pressure became too much to bear. Prompto reached between her thighs and furiously rubbed her clit. A loud shriek escaped her lips as her walls clamped down hard on his cock. Prompto came shortly after, filling her pussy with his seed. He leaned against the wall while still inside of her as he gasped for breath. He wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her from falling to the ground. He pulled out his phone and dialed.

 “Hey Ignis, you might want to send the cleaners. There’s been an incident in the alley.”

 He hung up as he pulled out of her. He tucked his cock back into his pants before pulling up Celes’ panties and helping her straighten her clothes.

 “We need to go.”

 He gently grabbed her wrist and led her out of the alley towards his car. Celes didn’t bother fighting.

[wuekka]

I'm replying Bright lord dlc of Shadow of Mordor and I forgot...

How Every freaking line between Sauron and Cele is dripping with innuendo, last one is Sauron saying "You will kneel before me and I will kill your family, then we can be together." Like I'm sorry, dark lord, more like yandere lord!? :'D

[delicate-fayette]

I love your stuff and you kinda make me want to get into the games! Could you rec some of your favorite ones?

Omg thank you!!! You have no idea what it means to me to hear you like my stuff!!

Hmmm. Well, honestly that’s really hard of a decision for me to make, because I adore ALL of the Final Fantasy games haha. But I’ll give you a list! For your sake, I won’t delve into the plot of these games, bc I don’t wanna spoil anything.

(Keep in mind that all of my fav games are mostly the older ones, so the graphics might be a bit outdated haha. But luckily most of these aren’t hard to find bc most of them are on a lot of platforms nowadays.)

Final Fantasy Tactics! - My favorite game in the series, and the first one I ever played. The protag of this game is my favorite in the entire series! This game is very bittersweet and has a lot of political intrigue. Just for you to know, this game is really hard. Like, you might just wanna watch it on YouTube if you aren’t someone that’s likes strategy. But really, I think this game is definitely worth a shot. It has some of the best writing in the series. (I’ve written some Yandere headcanons of the main protag, Ramza before btw-)

(Just to keep in mind if you do end up playing/watching FFT, please make sure that you get the War of the Lions version and not the original version of the game. The original has a lot of bad translations and the dialogue so bad it ruins the story. Please just play the War of the Lions version lmao).

Final Fantasy 4 - Absolutely adore this game. This game is kinda funny bc literally everyone either dies (don’t worry they all come back later) or gets possessed at some point. But other than that it’s a fun classic FF game with well-written characters! Cecil and Kain are the best characters in the game.

Final Fantasy 6 - Very good classic FF game. It has a shit-ton of characters, which makes a lot of characters interaction (and more people for me to simp over-). My fav characters are Celes, Locke, and Terra! All three of them just have such good character development which makes their stories more satisfying. (Ngl I have a fictional crush on all three of them lmao)

Final Fantasy 7 - You’ve probably heard of this one over a million times, and it’s for good reason. It’s the most popular in the series next to FF15. FF7 is very ambitious for its time, and is special for that reason. My fav characters are Cloud, Tifa and Aerith haha. Sephiroth is a great villain in this game.

Final Fantasy 9 - Probably one of the most existential FF games lmao. This game has a lot of talk about existence and how you live your live, so be prepared for this feels trip. Vivi is my favorite character in the game, he’s just such a baby. He’s deserves the world. Zidane and Garnet were both my bisexual crushes when I was younger lmao, and they’re romance is really sweet (not my fav in the series, but still sweet). My one favorite villains in the series, Kuja, is here too! (I’m thirsty for that man)

I hope this helps a bit! If you have any questions about any games in the series, please feel free to ask! I really like taking about FF, so I always like excuses to talk about it lmao. The only game in the series I struggle to understand is FF11 bc I literally know nothing about it lmao. But other than that fire away!

[killerclothes-mydude]

I found it out guys

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Ice box Yandere Shoto ❄️

Chapter One.

Part One

A/N. This is my first try at Yandere writing and i felt like Shoto would be a good fit for it. Thank you for reading! (All parts can be found under the Icebox tag!)

You were watching the news on TV in youre dorm. it was a interview with youre favorite Hero, Shoto. You loved him more than anything, his posters all over the walls and his merch scattered on the desk . You even told yourself that this was the same dorm he used when he went to UA. You wanted to meet him and tell him how much you looked up to him and wanted to be a Hero just like him.

“Is it true you will be in the park later in the day to meet fans?” Asked the reportor.

Shoto turned to the camera with a smile. “Yes, id love to meet all of you , maybe we can get dinner together”

The reportor blushed and so did you. Quickly you turned around going to youre desk picking up a planner . “If.. i leave now i could make it to the park by the time it starts. “. You set the planner down getting up and putting on youre shoes. Quietly you opened the door to not see anyone nearby except for a teacher. Aizawa turned seeing you and waved lazilly.

“Hey, Y/N, going somewhere?”

“Uh.. yeah i wanted to go to the park.”

“Hm.. okay. No using youre quirk unless you really need to.”

“Okay!! Ill be back-“

“Are you going to the Shoto Meet and Greet?”

“Oh yes.. uh i am”

“Y/N, be careful. A lot of people will be at that”

“I will Sensei!”

You hurried past the tired teacher and out the door making youre way to the sidewalk to the park. It was going to take a half hour to get to the park and you could grab a crepe on the way.

You passed a bunch of girls while you walked and overheard them talking about how excited they were to meet Shoto and how they would do anything to get to have dinner with him. They were dressed .. a little revealing and you still had the UA uniform on. Was the uniform a little silly? Was it to much? Should you go back and change clothes? You did not want to miss this oppertunity. .. It should be okay you thought. You saw the crepe stand coming into view now and went over getting in line .

The man in front of you had on a black coat with a matching hat, he was quite tall too. He seemed very laid back when he was ordering. The salesmen handed him the crepe and he turned to leave seeing you. Youre eyes widened when you saw his face , his red and white hair and his blue eye. He smiled at you moving to the side turning back to the salesmen.

“I’ll pay for their order too. “ he put money on the cart . You fumbled youre words trying to explain he did not need to do that but he just smiled handing you the crepe and motioning you to the side. You followed him blindly , unaware of where he was actually leading you. It was near a alleyway when he stopped and turned to you again.

“Thank you!!! I ... i dont know what to say! I admire you so much!!! I want to be just like you! ”

“Oh thats so sweet.. im flattered , whats youre name?”

“Y/N.. heh”

“Oh thats a lovely name.. i like the UA uniform too, what year are you in?”

“Uh.. my third . “ you took a nervouse bite out of the crepe and a small smirk came across Shoto’s face.

“ so tell me about youre quirk, i bet its interesting”

“Oh its uh.. “ you started to feel a little dizzy. You rubbed youre eyes and Shoto gently moved some hair from youre face making youre cheeks flush red.”uh.. its just i can make ice cubes and throw them... “.

Shoto laughed making ice in his hand and holding it to youre face , “thats pretty neat, almost similar to my quirk in a way.”

“Yeah.. heh..” you leaned on the wall looking around , everything was blurry.

“Are you okay Y/N? You seem... tired” he leaned down cupping youre cheek .

“ yes i... i guess i took training to seriously today”

“ oh.. you should not do that Y/N, who do you have for a teacher?”

“Uhm.. Mr.Aizawa.” Youre eyes started to close and youre body was slumping.

Shoto caught you chuckling. “Oh my.. maybe you are tired. Aizawa is a hard teacher, lets get you...home”

You woke up cold, freezing even. The room was a small little bunker it looked like. Nothing was in the room, no windows, no desk, no lamp. The only light was coming from a hanging celing buld swinging slightly . You spotted a vent on the top of a wall but it was to high up to reach.. you rubbed youre head trying to get up, youre legs wobbling and numb. What happened...? You held youreself rubbing youre arms . “I ... where am i? Was i kidnapped? Its cold.. really cold.. calm down.. remember the training..” you went over to a wall rubbing youre hand on it and knocking in various places, nothing sounded hollow to you. It all felt like cement. You turned around spotting a door running to it grabbing the handle trying to open it. The door did not budge at all from youre side.,

“Hello?!? Is anybody out there?!? Ive been kidnapped!!!” You yelled banging on the door. .. No answer. You looked down putting youre hands together to form a large ice cube . “Ughn... please work” You lifted up the ice cube getting ready to hit the door , you heard a click and saw the door open as soon as you were about to hit it . Shoto smiled putting his hand on the ice cube melting it .

“Y/N? What are you doing? You could have hurt youreself.” He stepped in closing the door locking it.

“Shoto!!! I think someone kidnapped me! We have to get out of here!”

Shoto smiled removing his hat and coat letting it fall to the floor , his adjusted his black turtleneck looking around the room. “Well the AC is working”

“ what... i.. Shoto.!!”

He walked past you checking over the room , making sure nothing was damnaged . He looked up at the vent then back at you. You ran over tugging his arm trying to drag him to the door again.

“Y/N? Whats wrong?”

“We have to get out of here!!! We need to contact the Pros! “

“But.. Y/N i am a Pro. “ he smirked down at you stroking youre cheek. “Arent you a fan of mine? Admire me?”

“Yes Shoto! I.. i really like you and think youre really cool. “

“Then what are you aftaid of ?”

“I dont know where i am ! I need to get home.. or the dorms. I need to contact Mr. Aizawa..”

His right side started to show and his smile turned into a scowl. You held yourself taking a step back. The heat from his quirk felt nice but...

“Aizawa.. he never believed in me , told me my fire side was .. monsterous .” He stepped to you . “No one at that damn school believed in me!!!!”

You screamed turning to run only for him to grab youre arm yanking you to him holding you close. Your back to him , he held you securely with one arm. You whined trying to break free , digging youre nails in his arm. He laughed yanking you close and holding his other hand to youre face , a flame sitting in the middle of it.

“Shh... Y/N its okay. Im here. Youre safe here okay? I wont let anyone hurt you Y/N .”

What was going on?!? Was this really Shoto? The Hero you wanted to be like?!? The Hero you admired more than anyone?!?

“Shoto..!!! I dont understand.. please lets get out of here! “

He held his hand closer to youre face quieting you down. He smiled letting the flame go out and hugging you very tightly.

“Its going to be alright okay? Dont you see? Im saving you . Im saving you from UA, that school will only hurt you, and tell you youre quirk is useless.” He squeezed youre struggling body. “ i will keep you safe , youre quirk... is amazing. I’ll help you with it! We could make it even stronger!!!” He squeezed youre arm while he talked , leaving small bruises.

“Dont worry Y/N, everything is going to be okay. Because im here okay?”

You were confused and freezing . Nothing made sense and you were alone with someone who you thought was youre Hero.

Meanwhile in the outside world, Aizawa was waiting outside the dorms. Waiting for his student to return.

[sunca]

Thank you for tagging me, @sugaredrosebuds and @yandere-daze . I was thinking whether should I post this or not since I don't have that many friends besides you two in tumblr and I didn't want to bother other people by tagging them.

Rules: We’re snooping on your playlist. Put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then choose 10 victims.

1. Ali Gatie - Moonlight

2. Phyoe Pyae Sone - Following the dreams(Burmese)

3. Pomme - Soleil Soleil

4. Eminem - Till I collapse

5. Anson Seabra - Can you hear me

6. Yoh Kamiyama - Yellow

7. Melanie Martinez - Training Wheels

8. MISSIO -Love me whole

9. Jojo - Fighting Gold opening 1

10. Shwe Htoo, Timmy - Ma Cele Thar 1 Le(Burmese)

Ye. That's all. Have a great day.