#yandere broker

[lynxtheserval]

Y'all I had a moment, I'll start working on the requests after this but I had to get this down lmao.

Also this one honestly made me laugh a little bit, just because of the wording and how tired I am, so, not my best work lmao.

Anyway I had an idea of a reader being stuck in the Phighting world or something, and yada yada this happens or something.

I was deadass kinda creeped out while writing this HELP, but my friend said I should post it so here I am haha

Yandere Broker x human reader - Paranoia

(TW: Yandere shit, kidnapping, stalking, and the use of the word "dollface" (insert :cryinglaughing: emoji here))

A cheerful smile is what The Broker was known for. Being happy, being cheerful, having a smile on his face at all times. Although, currently, he may be smiling, but he wasn't happy. He had you in his grip, but then you decided to fight back and run. He lost his sights on you, where were you?

You were hiding, that's where you were. You weren't even used to being in this world yet, much less being used to HIM.

“I'll protect you, you aren't used to this world, so I’ll help you, my dear!” Is what he told you. At first, you didn’t exactly know what he meant by that, but now you can take a guess.

He seemed charming at first, but he wasn’t a trustworthy guy, you’ve heard it from everyone. It was one of the first things you learned about this world. Now, you see why people say that so often.

As soon as you declined his offer to live with him, because you heard the warnings, you started feeling more… paranoid, after that.

Waking up, paranoid.

Walking through the streets, paranoid.

Eating, paranoid.

Sleeping, paranoid.

You randomly got paranoid with everything you did. This didn't happen back in the human world as much, so you knew something was going on, but you ignored it.

Of course you ignored it, didn't tell anyone, just kept feeling scared, until it finally caught up to you.

One odd night, you were feeling extra paranoid. You were walking to where you were staying, as you looked around you realized The Broker was staring at you, sitting by a lamppost. His one white eye seemed to be shining in the dark, catching your attention.

You both stared at each other for a few seconds, before he got up and walked toward you. You were a little creeped out by him, sure, but you’ve only talked to him a few times, so you stayed long enough for him to walk up to you.

He stared at you, and grinned with a larger smile then he had before.

“Y/N! Fancy seeing you here!” He giggled, a unsettling giggle. He knew you walked this way, same place, same time, every day. He was just waiting for you this time!

His giggles creeped you out, and you were getting red flag warnings everywhere. You had to get out of there as soon as you could, since no one could come help if Broker decides to do something bad.

“Oh- Broker! Hey!” You said, nervously fidgeting with your hands, avoiding too much eye contact. The Broker took notice of this, and gently took your hands into his.

“You seem.. nervous!” He said cheerfully, brushing one of his thumbs over your hand. “Don't be nervous dollface! I wouldn't harm someone like you.”

Okay.. that's creepy. You were officially creeped out. You tried to move your hands but Broker decided to tighten his grip.

“Broker..? You.. you can let go now..!”

“Darling..” The Broker hummed in amusement, “Calm down! I just want to hold your hands...”

You yanked your hands away from him, startling him, giving you enough time to run.

Fast forward to now, you were hiding behind a dumpster. You hit a dead end, and you were exhausted from running. Broker was close, you could hear his footsteps. His shoes were clicking against the pavement, making you nervous. The sound kept getting closer and closer. Your heart was beating so fast, you could hear the blood pulsing through your ears.

Then the click-clack of the footsteps stopped.

A few long moments pass. A few long, long moments. Your eyes were squeezed shut in fear, as you tried to hold your breath.

“Oh, dollface~..”

Your eyes shot open, and right in front of you was The Broker, staring directly into your eyes. Before you could react in any way he grabbed a hold of you, and covered your mouth with his hand.

“Now, make this easier for yourself, alright? We both know you can't run anymore!”

Of course you tried struggling out of his grasp, but instead of getting released like you should've, you felt an object hit the back of your head and your vision went dark.

You should have listened to the paranoia, Y/N.

[thehauntedetheral]

Can I request Yandere doctor x patient???

Yandere Doctor

Requests are open!

• The world should just end. It was the only thing you were manifesting right now as you were walking down the street.

�� Why? Because well when you were mourning at home on your parents death anniversary your boyfriend of years was cheating on you with some random girl. And also your landlord has given you the notice to leave the house in 2 weeks all of a sudden. The only thing you have now is your job.

• You were going to meet a broker to find a new house when your stomach ache started again. You have been feeling this way for quite some days but you ignored it as you haven't got much time between finding a new house and your love life's drama. And on top of that this stomach ache. Just great. Please god just kill me you thought when out of nowhere you felt fainting. No. No god I just thought that figuratively not literary Please don't kill me you thought before black took you over.

• You woke up and found your self on an hospital bed. An IV attached to your hand.

• An handsome doctor came in giving you a polite smile. "Glad you woke up. You fainted on street a kind stranger got you here. You fainted due to appendicitis. It was infected so we took out via surgery. The staff called your emergency contact which is your friend I guess. she signed all the surgery and consent paper while you were unconscious. We have to keep you here for two days under observation just in case nothing serious." The handsome doctor said. Well that explains everything how I ended here you thought.

• After the doctor went your friend came in. Fussing all over you.

• Your friend stayed with you most of the time during the 2 days. You both thought that the doctor was so polite, good looking and handsome. Especially more handsome in his scrubs

• During the two days you were in the hospital. Yan Doctor would stop at your room a lot unnecessarily.

• He would check up on you a lot saying "doctor duties" when it was not at all necessary but who is gonna tell you anyways.

• Would try to chit chat with you and your friends during his break.

• Switched his shift with his colleague just to be around you went it was his day off.

• When he heard you were looking for a house. He told you a house beside his is empty and affordable so if you want you can move there.

• After getting discharged you went to get a look at the house. It was so spacious and beautiful yet it's price was too low according to its infrastructure you thought when it should cost a lot. Nevermind the owners loss you thought and moved into that house.

• You and yan doctor were neighbours now.

• He would often invite you for meals at his house. Under the facade of "I again made too much".

• Helps you in shifting and settling down. Saying "I am just being a good Neighbour".

• Well in reality the owner of that house is none other than yan doctor. He knew that this house's rent value is a lot but he told you less because he wanted you closer to him. In fact he wanted to give you this house to live at free but that would cause a lot of suspicion so he told you a very low price.

• Has been obsessed with you since he saw you unconscious on the stretcher brought into hospital looking beautiful as angel. He thought you looked beautiful while unconscious. But when he talked to you saw you smile, heard your voice he thought you were out worldly. Just Divine.

• This man is madly in love with you.

• Kills your ex with a overdose of drug making it look like an accident just because he was jealous and mad that he hurt you emotionally. How could someone cheat on such a perfect human? He thought.

• Tries his best to become close to you and become your friend and more.

• Gives you health advice all of the time.

• You fell sick? This man becomes your personal doctor, nurse everything.

• Has so much money that always showers you with your favourite coffees, meals and tickets to movies or concert. His reason? "Well I was just passing by and saw this I know you like it so I bought it for you". When in reality this man specifically goes to that place just for getting it for you.

• He sees your one smile and feel like he won in life. This man is whipped for you.

• If you ask this man for his heart he would literally tear his chest and pull his heart out for you. Nothing matters to him except you. You are his everything.

• When you get an invite to a wedding. You thought who should I take with me as a date?

• Yan Doctor keeps throwing hints at you all week indicating that he wants to be your wedding date. This man is so desperate for you.

• When you finally ask him to be your wedding date. This man is the most happiest person in world. You might think you just asked him to marry you by looking at his happy expressions.

• Well don't worry darling because he is damn sure you are gonna marry him one day.

• With you being conscious or high with drug. Choice is yours darling. After all he is a good doctor and knows how to use them well.

Requests are open!

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[dark-romance-yan]

Make Me Forget

Yandere Jiyan-First Time meeting since you broke up.

A/N; This is just a one-shot of Jiyan from Wuthering Waves as a yandere. I'm in a writing mood so plz send requests if you'd like. Info about requests n stuff are on the pinned post in my profile.

Warnings; It's basically just pure smut about half way into it, p in v intercourse, slight choking(?), dirty talk, coercion, afab reader, UNEDITED

Wordcount; 6,800+

You and Jiyan broke up about two years ago, well, you broke up with him. He wasn't willing to let you go, fought endlessly to convince you to stay with him, promised you that he would change his possessive and overly protective nature. But he never did, he couldn't, not with how dangerous the world is. You had to stay home where it was safe, stay within the city of Jinzhou, not to step a foot outside the walls. He'd always make the excuse that it's far too dangerous for you to leave despite your arguments of how you can take care of yourself. You just wanted to explore but he wouldn't let you. And it's not like he could go out with you very often due to how busy he is with his duties as General of the Midnight Rangers. So you made the decision to end the relationship with him, moved out of your shared home while he was out on a mission and left a sincere letter for him on his desk.

During the first couple of months, Jiyan pleaded for you to come back home to him, to be his again, but you refused. He'd write love letters to you whenever he had a moment to spare but you never wrote back, never gave him the time of day anymore. So he let you go, or at least that's what you thought when the letters stopped. Within the past two years, Jiyan had been keeping tabs on you, gaining information from a certain information broker he's acquainted with. Anyone you dated mysteriously disappeared or passed away.

At present, you're sitting on fallen log outside the city walls of Jinzhou gazing at nothing in particular as you try to cope with the deep pain of losing your boyfriend due to a tacet discord attack a week ago. You don't even know how it could have happened, the guards had cleared the area he was exploring but a tacet discord happened to appear out of thin air and killed him. It had to be a coincidence this was the third time this happened to someone you were dating, right?

For the past two years you've felt nothing but pain and loss, only having brief moments of happiness but it's all snatched away when someone close to you vanishes from your life suddenly. Is this karma for something you did in your past?

Before you could continue with your thoughts, there is a deep and low growl behind you. Slowly turning to look behind you, there is a wolf tacet discord behind you, growling as it charges to attack you. You close your eyes and raise your arms to brace yourself for the impact but it never comes. Instead you're greeted with a familiar voice that you haven't heard in so long. "Are you alright?" You peak out from behind your arms to see Jiyan rubbing his shoulder and the fading tacet discord behind him. Sighing, you drop your arms back to your sides, trying to not act amused to see him meanwhile inside your heart flutters in a way it hasn't in a long time. "Yeah, I'm fine." You mutter, tearing your gaze away from him. Truthfully, you're not fine. You were terrified that you were about to meet the same fate as your previous partners, and Jiyan seemed to notice your fear as your body trembles and your shaking hands clench into fists.

He reaches out his hand and gently places it on your shoulder, trying to comfort you while acting friendly as he sits beside you on the log. He is about to speak but you beat him to it in an effort to act strong, making him shut his mouth. "What are you doing here?" You ask in a harsher tone than you intended, but you couldn't control it with all the emotional turmoil you're in. Jiyan stares at you for a moment with a raised brow, surprised by the harsh and stand offish treatment with him. He should be the one treating you like that after you left him with no explanation and broke his heart. But he gave you grace, knowing exactly why you're upset, he's the cause of it after all. He clears his throat, moving his hand off your shoulder and you felt colder. "Well I was on my way to the city to rest for a of couple days before I leave for another mission until I heard the TD and someone in danger. I didn't realize it was you I was saving at first." He spoke, only telling mostly the truth, knowing fully well it was you. He could spot you from miles away, even sense your presence. "What are you doing here? I can see that something is haunting you, darl-...I mean, Y/n." He cleared his throat as he corrected himself to using your real name instead of the one he used during your relationship. Deep down you ached to hear him call you that again. "It's nothing...well, it's not nothing. It's just.." You struggle to find the words, fighting with yourself on whether to confide in him. But you didn't have anyone else to help you through your pain, the aching pain that never seemed to end.

You let out a shaky breath as you cross your arms over your chest as if hugging yourself. Then you feel the familiar warmth of his hand on your shoulder, his thumb gently caressing your skin. "I know I'm not the best person to open up to, being that I'm your ex and we didn't end on the best of terms but, Y/n, I'm always here for you and I want you to be happy. You can tell me anything." He reassures, you peer up at him for a few moments, your eyes searching his for any sign of deceit but even if there is one you wouldn't care at this point. Your eyes fill with tears that threaten to spill at any moment with just being given the chance to vent your feelings, quickly turning your gaze to stare down at your lap. Sniffling, you finally speak in a croaky voice, "My...My boyfriend died last week. I just can't believe he's gone." His heart aches as he hears the pain in your voice, all over a death of a boy who isn't even worthy of breathing the same air as you.

But he can't help but feel victorious, you're finally opening up to him, finally talking to him again. His plan that he's put so delicately together is finally unfolding and working in his favor. "Oh, Y/n..." He coos in a soothing tone as his thumb strokes your shoulder, a subtle gesture to comfort with a dark intent to assert himself back into your life. "That's tragic, how heartbreaking. I am so sorry for your loss." He adds as if he's not the one who indirectly caused your pain, waiting for a moment to gauge your reaction, only seeing you nod as you lean into his touch on your shoulder. He takes a chance to move closer, his leg subtly brushing against yours in an attempt to re-establish that intimate connection with you. "But just know, you have me to turn to. I'll always be here for you." Hearing the words you longed to hear from someone to help you cope from your pain, you struggle with your emotions.

Feeling overwhelmed by the mixture of emotions that have been building up within you, you turn and nuzzle your face into his chest as you finally let your tears slid down your cheeks, sobbing quietly. He wraps his arms around you gently, holding you close as he strokes your hair. He hopes you don't hear his heart racing against his chest, all of his own pain of the past two years melting away as he holds you in his arms again. His hand caress your back soothingly as he speaks in a soft, reassuring tone. "Shh, it's okay Y/n. I'm here for you." He wants to make it clear to you that he is the only stable person in your life, the only one who can comfort you, hold you, love you. He's finally re-establishing an emotional connection to you. "Let it out, darling. I've missed this so much." He holds you tightly, his grip comforting but firm as you sob into his chest. He hates to see you so upset but the relief of feeling you in his arms again over riding any of the heart wrenching emotions.

After a few long moments pass and your sobs come to a stop, he pulls back slightly to gaze into your eyes, his own glistening with longing and concern. He lightly brushes a strand of hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear. "I've changed, Y/n. I'm not the same guy who hurt you in the past. I want to prove that to you. Please, Y/n, let me take care of you now." He speaks with sincerity, but carry an underlying obsession, struggling to hide his obsession for you. You sniffle as you gaze up at him, his hands moving to gently cup you cheeks while his thumbs wipe away any remaining tears. "Jiyan..." You start in a weak voice, your heart aching for his love but it just didn't feel right. "I'm not ready for a relationship again, not after what just happened." You watch his reaction carefully, but he just gazes at you with loving, understanding eyes as he nods slowly. "Of course, Y/n. I don't expect anything from you, just consider my presence as a gesture of support." His hand finds yours, squeezing it gently as a sign of reassurance while his underlying intention is to reestablish their intimate connection. He has an insatiable desire to win you back, he's just waiting for the right moment as he's reentering your life under the guise of support.

He stands, offering his hand to help you stand up which you accept. "We should get back to the city before it gets dark, I'll take you back home. But only if you want me to." He speaks in a gentle tone, meanwhile there's a hidden meaning that implies you're his to take care of and protect. You give him a small sad smile, nodding as you place your hand in his and stand. "Sure, I don't really want to be here anymore." You reply as you let him lead the way back to the city. The walk back to the city is quiet, yet comfortable.

Once you enter the city again, the streetlights shine above the two of you as stars fill the night sky, reminding Jiyan of the many strolls you two shared when you were together. His hand brushes against yours, taking the opportunity to hold your hand in his gently, his thumb caressing over your knuckles. You can't stop the small smile that tugs at your lips, reminiscing their sweet and tender moments they've shared. "I've missed this. Just the two of us, together like this." Jiyan breaks the silence, his head tilting to look down at her with a loving smile. You almost smiled back as you gazed up at him, but hesitate as you remind yourself of the aching pain in your heart after losing your partner. "Jiyan.." You sigh his name, as if scolding him as you turn your gaze away from him, looking anywhere but him. "Please don't say things like that. Not now." You mutter as a mixture of emotions swirl through her chest while you pull your hand away from his.

He looks at you with a wounded expression, his hand hanging in the air for a moment before retreating back. "You're right, I apologize. I forgot myself for a moment there." He speaks with a contrite tone, a frustration starting to brew deep within him as you're still wasting your emotions on that pathetic boy. "It's just...being close to you again feels so natural. Like it hasn't even been two years, no time has passed." He downplays his obsession to gain your trust and love again. The two of you approach your front door to your home, Jiyan stays a couple steps behind you to give you space. You unlock your door but hesitate to step inside of your dark, quiet and lonely home. You turn to look at him with a small smile as you nod towards your open door, your mouth moving before you could even process what you were saying. "Do you want to come inside? I...I don't really want to be alone right now." He is ecstatic. You need him right now and even voiced it to him. He's finally breaking down your defenses by providing you with comfort and support.

"Of course, I'd never leave you alone again if that's what you wished." His tone is gentle and concerned, yet also carries an unspoken implication that he's the only one who can truly understand and support you. He watches your movements intently as you step inside and begin removing your jacket. He can't help but notice how your blouse clings to your curves, the fabric seeming to glow in the dim light of the entryway. His eyes linger on the swell of your breasts and the slender line of your waist, his throat constricting with desire. He shifts his gaze to admire your home, not wanting to be caught ogling you, but his cheeks are flushed. "Can I help with anything?" He's is concerned, but there's an undercurrent of hunger beneath the words. He wants nothing more than to worship your beautiful body, to remind you of all the pleasure he can provide. He imagines peeling that blouse off you slowly, revealing the familiar body underneath, too caught up in his own imagination to notice you disappear into the kitchen.

Finally, he notices you again when you hold up a wine bottle as you pear out from the corner of the kitchen. "You can help me finish this bottle of wine." You speak up with a dull cheerful tone, coming off as more awkward and shy. His eyes light up as you offer him the wine, a smile spreading across his face. He takes the bottle from you, his fingers lightly brushing against yours as he does. The subtle contact sends a jolt of electricity through you. "I'd love to join you in a glass... or two." His tone is playful, but underneath lies a hunger to be closer to you, to recapture the intimacy you once shared. He pours two glasses, handing one to you as he leans against the counter across from you. His thigh accidentally brushes against yours as he does, and he makes no move to pull away, savoring the contact. "So tell me, how have you been? Really been? I know it's been tough losing... him." He says the name carefully, not wanting to upset you, but also subtly asserting that he's the one who truly understands your pain.

You take a sip of your wine, a sharp pain in you heart as he mentions your recently deceased boyfriend. You exhale, staring down at the red liquid in your glass. "Honestly, I don't know how I feel. Sometimes, it hurts to even breathe, and other times, I...I just don't feel anything." You answer, your voice cracking. You stay silent for a moment before tilting your head back slightly as you drink the rest of the wine in your glass, attempting to drown the pain. "But I don't really want to talk about that right now...Um, how have you been? How's work?" You ask as you fill your glass again with more wine, momentarily glancing at him with a half smile. Feeling a wave a heat, you pull your hair out of it's ponytail. He watches as you let your hair down, the sudden movement releasing a cascade of hair that frame your face perfectly. His heart races at the sight, remembering all the times he used to run his fingers through your hair, the way the soft strands would fall against your skin. He feels an intense urge to do the same now, to recapture that intimacy, that control over your beauty. "Work has been...steady. Nothing exciting to report." He replies, barely paying attention to his own life at the moment. His focus is entirely on you, on rekindling the connection you two once had. "But enough about me. You look lovely with your hair down, Y/n." He says sincerely, his eyes drinking in the sight of you. He notices the way the wine has slightly flushed your cheeks, making your skin glow, and he imagines all the other intoxicating ways he could make you lose yourself in pleasure. "Perhaps I can help you forget about your pain, just for a little while. If you'll let me." His voice is a low, husky purr, filled with longing and a subtle undercurrent of possessiveness.

You stare at him with an intense gaze, your eyes trailing over his fit figure with a growing desire from his suggestion. But you snap yourself out of your daze, forcing yourself to look away as you shake your head. "Jiyan, we both know where that will lead..." You mumble, even though you wanted to forget your pain, to lose yourself in him like you did all those years ago, but it didn't feel right. "I'm not really ready for that right now." You add, staring down at the wine as you take another sip. He feels a sting from your rejection, but quickly pushes it aside. He's not going to let a little thing like resistance stand in his way. "Darling..." He says softly, gently taking your chin in his hand. His thumb strokes your jawline, a feather-light caress meant to comfort, yet also subtly assert his dominance. "You don't have to make any decisions now. Just let me hold you. Let me take care of you." His tone is a soothing balm, promising safety and intimacy, but also carrying an underlying current of insistence. He wants to hold you, to have his body pressed against yours, to feel your warmth and scent and know that you're his again. "I know it's been tough...but you don't have to face it alone. I'm here for you." He says the words you've been aching to hear from someone for so long. You confuse comfort with desire, your eyes staring up to his with uncertainty. "I don't know..." You whisper, your gaze flicking from his eyes to his lips, your own wine stained lips parting. His free hand gently guides your hand to lower the glass onto the counter as he sees the moment of weakness, the way your lips part ever so slightly as you struggle with yourself. He knows he has you right where he wants you. "Shhh...it's okay, my love." His tone is soft, soothing as he leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. "Let me hold you. Let me take care of you. Just for tonight." His words are a gentle persuasion, an insistence that's hard to resist when you're in this vulnerable state. He's offering you comfort and affection, but also a chance to belong to him again, to let him have control over you and your well-being. "Please, Y/n. I need to hold you." He whispers the plea, his breath hot against your skin. He's not giving you a choice, not really, not when you've stepped into his delicately laid trap so willingly.

Your hands lightly grip his shirt as you feels his hot breath against your skin while your breathing turns uneven, your tipsy state working against you to make you more desperate. "Just for tonight." You repeat his words in a whisper. His grip on your chin tightens ever so slightly, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He knows he's got you, that your pain and sorrow are making you desperate for any distraction, any source of pleasure. And he's more than happy to provide it, to reclaim ownership over your body and desires. "Just for tonight..." He echoes softly, his lips still brushing against your ear. He slowly lowers his head, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of your neck. He kisses you softly, gently, but with a subtle possessiveness, as if staking claim to you once again. "I've missed this...missed you. Please, let me make you feel good again. Let me show you how much I care." His words are a seductive promise, a guarantee of pleasure and intimacy if only you'll submit to him again. His lips trail lower, teasing the top of your blouse as he breathes hot against your skin. “I can make all the pain go away, Y/n. Just let me in." He whispers the temptation, his hand sliding down to grab your hips and pull you against him, your soft curves molding to his fit frame, a faint familiarity both of you desired to reignite.

Without saying another word, you move one of your hands up to cup his cheek, pulling his head up to meet yours, your eyes meeting for a split second before closing as you close the gap between your lips. He returns the kiss with a hunger that's been building for months, no, years. His tongue invades your mouth, claiming you, reminding you of all the times he's tasted you before. He feasts on your mouth, drinking in the sweetness of your lips, the damp heat of your breath. His hands roam over your body, grasping and kneading the soft flesh, reacquainting himself with every curve and dip. Your hand presses to the back of his neck, slowly sliding up to tangle your fingers in his long blue hair while your other hand lightly grips the fabric of his shirt over his chest. He growls low in his throat, the sound vibrates against your lips, a primal claim of possession. "Mine..." He mouths the word against your lips, his eyes dark with desire and obsession, a promise of all the ways he'll reclaim you tonight. "Every inch of you belongs to me."

You freeze momentarily, blood running cold as his words remind you of the reason you broke up with him in the first place. You let out a shaky breath, slowly pulling back from the kiss as you hesitate and he sees it, the glimmer of doubt in your eyes as you remember the reasons you left him. His fingers tighten in your hair, his grip just short of painful. He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. "I know I fucked up before, Y/n. But I'm different now. I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy." His words are a honey-coated lie, a promise meant to soothe and reassure. "I just want to make you feel good again. Want to be the only one to touch you, to pleasure you. I'll show you how much I care..." His voice drops to a whisper, the words dripping with sensual promise. His hands slide lower, grasping at your ass, pulling you against him once more. He's going to remind you of all the ways he can pleasure you, of how he's the only one who truly understands your body and its needs. "Please, darling...let me make you feel good...You know I'll take good care of you. That I'll make you feel better than you have in months. Maybe years." His words are a seductive promise, a lure meant to entice you into surrendering to your desires, into submitting to him again and its working. His hand slides up your back, his fingers finding the nape of your neck, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin as your eyes stare into his while you battle with yourself.

But the way golden his eyes stare into yours with longing and temptation, you could no longer find the strength in yourself to deny him. "Jiyan, please make me forget the past two years." You whisper. The corners of his lips curl into smile, you've finally surrendered yourself into him again. His grip on your neck tightens, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin in a possessive caress. He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. "Anything for you, Y/n. Tonight, you forget about everything...and remember how good we are together." His voice is a husky purr, filled with promise and intent. His hands slide down your body, grasping at your waist as he pulls you against him. He's going to make you forget about any other pathetic man or woman that ever dared to call themselves your partner since he's been yours. "No more thinking, Y/n. Only feeling.” You only nodded to his words, your eyes closing as you focused solely on feeling his hands caressing over your body.  His hands slide up your body, grasping at your breasts, his fingers teasing the sensitive nipples through the fabric of your blouse. "Do you remember how I used to touch you, Y/n? How I could make you scream my name?" His voice is a husky whisper, filled with dark memories and twisted desire. A shaky breath entwined with a moan slips past your lips, as you gaze up at him with a half lidded eyes while you whisper, "Yes, but you should remind me." Your words were like a subtle beg for him, a dark smile spreading across his face, your desperation and surrender clear in the force of your words.

"Anything for you, Y/n. Anything you need, I'll provide." His voice is a seductive promise, a vow meant to soothe and reassure. But beneath the smooth words lies a twisted intent, a promise that he'll take what he wants, no matter how you might later regret it. "I'll make you feel so good, baby. Gonna fuck you 'til you forget your own name." He growls the words, a feral promise that speaks to the obsessions burning in his veins. "Gonna show you what you've been missing. What you need." His hands slide down your body, grasping at the hem of your skirt. With a rough tug, he sends the fabric flying, exposing your bare legs and panties to his hungry gaze. "No more clothes, Y/n. I want to see all of you.”

You pull at your own blouse, tugging it off quickly not caring if it ripped at the seems. You tug at his shirt, a silent plea for him to take it off so you can see his body again, to see if anything has changed about him. "Yes, please make me forget about it all. I only want to feel you." You whisper in desperation, leading him to your bedroom, now standing in front of your bed with him while your hands still tug insistently at his shirt. He feels your desperation, sees the plea in your eyes. His hands move to his shirt, pulling it off over his head in one swift motion. His body is a canvas of lean muscle, his skin tanned and smooth. But for the scars, they've grown in a noticeable number and they'd seemed fairly recent with the pink hue to them. You wouldn't know the violence that simmers beneath his surface but he has grown reckless and aggressive in his battles since you left him. "I'll make you forget, Y/n. I'll make you remember only the pleasure I can provide." He takes your hand, pulling you down onto the bed with him. His body covers yours, his weight pressing you into the mattress. He's claiming you, reclaiming you, making you remember the power he holds over you. "No more thinking, Y/n. Only feeling." He repeats softly as his lips crash against yours, hungry and demanding. His tongue invades your mouth, claiming you, reminding you of all the times he's tasted you before. He feasts on your lips, drinking in the sweetness of your mouth, the damp heat of your breath. "I've broken you into pieces, my love. And now I'm going to put you back together again...my way.” He confesses against your lips but you don't even seem to comprehend a word that comes out of his mouth as your tongue glides across his in a dance of desperation from both partners. Your hands slide up and down his chest, massaging and feeling his toned abdomen to reacquaint yourself with it, noticing the slight changes that occurred during the years you've been apart.

He feels your tongue, tastes the sweetness of your mouth, the desperate heat of your breath. His hands roam your body, grasping and kneading the soft flesh, reacquainting himself with every curve and dip. He pulls away from the kiss, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. "You've missed this, haven't you Y/n? Missed my touch?" His voice is a seductive purr but beneath the smooth words lies a subtle edge, a hint of possessiveness and control. "I've missed you too, darling. More than you know." His hands slide lower, grasping at your thighs, pushing your skirt up around your hips. His fingers dance along the lace of your panties, teasing the sensitive fabric. "Let me show you how much I've missed you. Let me remind you of all the ways I can pleasure you.” You let out shaky breaths as he pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips as you look up at him with a flustered look. "Yes, I've missed you, so much. Should've never broken up.." You lift your hips up off the bed slightly to help him slide off your panties.  He tosses the damp cloth aside, his gaze devouring the sight of your naked sex. "You haven't regretted it, Y/n. Not really." His voice is a silky snake, smooth and inviting, yet coiled with danger and intent. He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. "But don't worry, baby. I'll make you forget all about your regrets. I'll remind you of why you loved me in the first place." His hand spreads you open, exposing your wet, eager flesh to his hungry gaze. His finger circles your clit, teasing the sensitive bud. "I'll show you how much I've missed you. How much I love you." He dips his finger deeper, swirling the tip of his finger in your slick folds, gathering your arousal. You let out a whiny moan, sending him an impatient glare that looked more desperate by the second. "Damn it, Jiyan...please stop teasing me already." You speaks in a whinier voice than intended, your legs spreading a little wider, desperate to be utterly suffocated by pleasure.

He sees your desperation, hears the plea in your voice. "Oh, I'm going to tease you, Y/n. I'm going to torture you with pleasure until you can't think straight." His finger continues its wicked dance, circling and teasing, dipping and swirling. He's stoking the flames of your desire, building you up only to deny you release. "I'm going to make you beg, baby. Beg for my cock, for me to fill you up." He leans down to brush his lips against yours with every word he spoke. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else. You'll only be able to accept the pleasure I give you." You couldn't think straight anymore, only focusing on the way his fingers continue to tease your pussy. You're nothing but a whiny and moaning mess, your cheeks pink and eyes half lidded as your gaze flicks from his hand between your legs to his face repeatedly. "Oh fuck...please, Jiyan. Please I need you inside me." You whine softly, his teasing driving you crazy. He sees your desperation, hears the plea in your voice, you could even feel his lips curl into a wicked smile. "Not yet, Y/n. I'm not done playing with you yet." His fingers continues its wicked dance, circling and teasing, dipping and swirling. "You need to beg for it, baby. Beg me to fuck you." He whispers against your lips "Tell me how badly you need my cock. How much you crave it." He slides two of his fingers inside you but just barley, moving the digits in a scissoring motion to prepare you.

Any walls you once had up for him broke down as he kept teasing you, building up your arousal but never giving you release. "Jiyan...fuck...please fuck me. Please fill me up with your cock." You beg, your eyes staring into his with a pathetic desperate look on your face. "Please stretch me and fill me, no one has ever compared to you. I miss your cock so much." You plead in a whiny tone, any shame you once had is gone. He sees your desperation, hears the pathetic plea in your voice. A dark smile spreads across his face. "Oh, my love...you want my cock so badly, don't you?" His fingers pause their movements momentarily, his hand pulling back from you and you think that he's finally giving you what you desire. "I can give you that, Y/n. I can fill you up with my big, hard cock." He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. "But you have to promise me one thing..." His hand slides up your body only to wrap around your throat. His grip is firm, possessive, a threat underlying the words. "You have to promise me that you'll never leave me again. That you'll be mine, completely, forever." His other hand fists in your hair, forcing your eyes to meet his. He's demanding your surrender, your complete and utter submission. "Do that, and I'll give you the pleasure you crave. I'll fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk straight for a week."

Your eyes widened, your heart beating faster as your eyes met his during the intense moment. Even with the slight fear, you didn't hesitate to answer, his suffocating warmth better than your cold painful life. "Yes, I..I promise. I'll never leave you again, I'll be yours. Forever." You promised, a shaky breath following your words. A chill runs down his spine and his heart beats faster as he hears the words of promise that he set out to hear the moment you left him. "Good girl, Y/n. You won't regret this." His hand loosens around your throat, sliding down to lace with your fingers. He brings your joined hands to his lips, kissing them soundly as his eyes gaze into yours. "Now, are you ready for me, my love?" His other hand reaches over to grab his pants, pulling out his massive erection. It's thick and long, pulsing with need. "I'm going to fuck you so good, baby. Gonna make you scream my name." He positions himself between your legs, the head of his cock notching against your slick entrance, eliciting a gasp from you. The feeling is familiar, something you thought about often late at night whenever any of your latest boyfriends couldn't please you. Your hands grip his shoulders, preparing for what's to come, your pussy wet and welcoming his cock. "Oh...yes, Jiyan." You mutter softly, your gaze focusing on the space between their bodies and the way his hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he begins to push inside. "That's it, baby. Take my cock. Let me fill you up." He throbs inside you, his thickness stretching you in all the right ways. He's claiming you, reclaiming you. "You're so tight, Y/n. So wet and slick for me." He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. "I'm going to fuck you good, baby. Gonna make you forget about everything, everyone else." He begins to thrust, pulling almost entirely out of your pussy before slamming back inside, making you nearly choke on a gasp from the impactful feeling and squeak out a high pitched moan. . But you throw your head back, back arching and nails dig into his shoulders. "Oh fuck, Jiyan...oh yes." You moan out, your pussy clenching around his cock as he stretches your soft walls.

"That's it, baby. Moan for me. Let me hear how much you love my cock." He thrusts inside you, brutal and possessive. "You're mine, Y/n. Completely. Forever." His hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he fucks you hard and fast. His cock throbs, a demand for your total surrender. "Give in to me, baby. Give up everything else for me. I'm the only one who matters now." His words are a seductive promise, a lure meant to draw you deeper into his web of desire. Your nails dig into his back creating a long line of scratch marks to his shoulders, a hiss escaping his lips from the slight pain. Your eyes squeeze shut from all the pleasure, your lips staying parted as your moans seem endless, if it wasn't clear you've surrendered to him, it is now. "Gonna make you mine in every way, Y/n. Gonna ruin you for anyone else." His hands leave your hips, sliding up your body to wrap around your throat and grip your hair. He forces your eyes to meet his, demanding your complete focus. "Look at me, Y/n. Tell me you're mine." He squeezes your throat gently, just enough to remind you of his strength and control. Your breath hitches, your eyes focusing back up onto his face again, his eyes boring into yours. The feeling of being so controlled by him only intensified your pleasure. "I'm yours." You answer quickly in a desperate tone, your eyes squeezing shut as you feel close.

He feels your submission, sees the desire in your eyes. "Good girl, Y/n. You're so close, aren't you? So close to coming apart for me." He continues to fuck you with fasts thrusts, the tip of his cock hitting that spot inside of you that made you see stars that no one else could reach. "Let it happen, baby. Let yourself go. I want to feel you shake and scream for me." His hand tightens around your throat slightly, just enough to add pressure and intensity to your building orgasm. "Cum for me, Y/n. Cum hard. Cum all over my cock.” Your nails dig deeper into the skin of his back, leaving deep red marks as you moan out his name, your pussy fluttering and squeezing around his cock as you came. He feels your orgasm, sees the ecstasy on your face and he his lips curl into a slight smile. "That's it, baby. Cum for me. I love watching you fall apart." He continues to thrust inside you, his cock throbbing with each motion. He's savoring your pleasure, prolonging your ecstasy. "You're so beautiful when you cum for me, Y/n. So fucking beautiful." He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'm going to fuck you through another one, baby. Gonna make you forget your own name." His hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he pistons in and out of your spent pussy.

Your lips part with a whiny moan as he continues to thrust into you, not letting you have a moment to breathe after your orgasm. "Oh fuck...Jiyan, I cant.." You whine out softly as your eyes squeeze shut, your body twitching from the overstimulation but he doesn't stop. One of his hands lift off your hips and grabs one of your hands, intertwining your fingers while he tilts his head to press sweet little kisses down your neck. "Yes, you can, my love. You can take so much more." He speaks so softly while he thrusts his cock faster into your pussy, groaning as you squeeze around him. "You're so fucking tight, Y/n. So wet and slick for me." His hand slides down, his fingers finding your clit. He rubs the sensitive nub in circular motions and in time with his thrusts. "Cum for me again, darling." He whispers softly and as your body writhes in pleasure beneath him. He grunts, feeling the familiar squeeze and pulse of your pussy as you came, his eyes lighting up with such intense love and desire, so pleased to finally have you a mess in his arms once again. And he finally comes undone soon after you, tucking his head in the crook of your neck as he bites down on your soft skin to muffle his moan as he came deep inside of you. Both of you lay still like that for a few moments, panting lightly to catch your breath.

He seems to recover quicker than you, slowly pulling out his cock, making you shiver from the feeling of being so empty again. You thought he was done, opening your eyes to gaze up at him with a sweet smile but that quickly fades as you notice he's grabbing your legs, lifting them up onto his shoulders and he aligns himself with your entrance. He grins down at you, chuckling softly. "You didn't think we were done, did you? Oh, my sweet darling, we have two years to make up for."

[kit-williams]

I think Leman, Horus, Lorgar and Emps would be terrifying yanderes.

They all are terrifying Yanderes and like the others I'll point out why!

Yandere Leman! He's cunning! He plays the roll of the idiot brutish barbarian king who rather you all think he is something that he isn't. So either he can start the relationship off between him and his darling with deception just playing the fool while he is pulling strings in the background (I mean he's also a strong psyker in his own right as well). He's probably also less squimish in using force with his darling. He snarl and snap his jaws at her to get her to obey... to herd her where he wants her to go. I also see him being very reward based... he's going to train his darling on how to behave.

Yandere Horus! Oh he's the ultimate honeytrap! He'll lure you in with sweet charming words and his charisma... the darling might not notice anything is wrong as he bottles up his obsessive nature... he stores it all inside how paranoid he feels when other men look at you with lustful jealous gazes... how easily he could butcher an entire room of mortals for you! And once he starts falling to Chaos... he starts to say the silent part out loud.

Yandere Lorgar! @moodymisty has literally the best Lorgar piece and I can't see this man just not absolutely worshiping his darling. Loving every crevice of her and part of her just was basically made for him to love. Oh this man will croon and go on about how you two are clearly soulmates and it's meant to be... even if he's telling you this while tears are running down your face after he's taken you after slaughtering your family. You just were trying to broker peace but you aren't in charge of anything... the imperium's mercy can extend to your planet through you and Lorgar's favor through you as well. He'll happily kiss those tears away!

You know something like that for Lorgar.

Yandere Emperor! I have said my piece several times on why this man terrifies me. He is the ultimate yandere. You either change for him or he will change you. You might not even realize what is happening because of just his psychic might just changing the way you think and act perhaps becoming something completely unrecognizable to who you were? But as with how I've been writing the 40k yandere's we're saying they're in love with who their darling is already. Few delusions of how you'll act because they're all super smart and probably have been stalking you so they already know how you'll be. For the emps... he just has to look at you... tug a thread of you floating around in the inmaterium to know everything about you and I'm certain if a man like him finds someone that he likes he follows the thread.

He literally could be living a double life all the while being a warlord... his darling completely unaware that the poet (or really anything) she is seeing is in fact just some psychic manifestation of him or something (shit also apply this to 40k emps with the star children or his souls/other obscure lore) but just the fact he can be whatever he wants... he's the perfect bait to lure his darling in. He's someone who knows how to play a role to get what he wants and perhaps that role lasts until he ensnares them or until they die... its up to him how long he wants to pay a game.

I have a lot of thoughts about the emps...

Weirdos who like to hear my thoughts: @bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog @thevoidscreams @barn-anon & @sculptorofcrimson because I said yandere emps

[yandere-collections]

Your post about yandere! small town is absolutely delicious 💞 Please tell us more about them!!!

I'm glad you like it, thank you so much!

So to begin with, a little bit about the town itself. There is only one road in and out of town and it is several turns off the highway. The only people who come into town on a regular basis are truck drivers delivering goods to the local shops. There is almost nothing in town to appeal to regular tourists except for camping under the stars as a way to get away from the modern world. You may encounter some people taking advantage of this isolated society to run from their past out there.

Despite having a relatively small population, the town itself is rather large as the wilderness is technically incorporated since around 15% of people living in cabins out there. The rest is a densely packed downtown, with shops branching off Main Street and roads leading to residential districts. Of course, your neighborhood is one of the densest (and most expensive) with many hastily built apartments surrounding you.

The nearest city is almost an hour away by car. Since regular civilization is so far away, most produce and dairy come from local farms. However, most citizens will still make a trip to the city every once in a while to get non grocery items like medicine and hygiene products at a cheaper price since local stores have much higher prices (for everyone but you). People may try to gain favor with you by bringing you things from the big city that you can’t find in town. 

There is a church in town that later became the community center when no one used it. If you yourself are religious and want to practice in a house of worship, other townsfolk will join you but it won't get used beyond that. You may or may not notice that people only practice said religion while you’re present and that there aren’t followers of other beliefs in town. Little do you know, the church/community center has an underground floor kept completely hidden from you. This is where the temple dedicated to you resides. Here, there are paintings of you and random things that have been stolen from you, along with benches and an altar for citizens to worship and pray to you. 

Living within the church are your most dedicated disciples. These people devote themselves to tending to your shrine, taking a vow to never leave once initiated (the only exception is if you wanted to invite them out- they would never deny you anything). They will also punish sinners (anyone who doesn’t respect you enough or tries to take you out of town) and keep the church free of fighting as it is considered holy ground, never to be tainted by spilled blood. They are well respected among the community and enjoy special privileges. For instance, since they never leave and can’t encounter you in public, the little time they do get to spend with you is never interrupted. They also get free information about you from brokers and have access to a live feed of your whereabouts from the librarian.

[lesinquietes]

Got some yandere Shizuo thots to drop below 🌻 think he’s the type of yandere who wouldn’t use physical force against darling and I wanna talk about it

18+, violence, yandere

Shizuo isn’t made for love; that’s what he thinks. So, when he starts to develop a strong friendship for you, and those feelings begin to creep in, he panics. He gets angry. He destroys things. He hunts Izaya, because he was probably doing something devious, anyway. He does everything but sit with his emotions and talk to you. In fact, he avoids you, for fear that he’ll say something stupid or overexert his strength. He notices he gets clumsier around you. The last thing he needs is to accidentally send you to the emergency room.

As usual, he tries to confide in Tom.

“I just… don’t know how to date females.”

“To start, they’d probably like it if you called ‘em women.”

“See what I mean?!?!”

And Tom’s really just teasing him, but the strain Shizuo feels is incredible. He hasn’t opened himself up to love in a long time. Old wounds sting, and he doesn’t want to fuck this up. You’re just so pretty and easy to talk to and your job is kinda cool and Celty likes your style and you like cats and— he could go on until he spirals. Most importantly, you’ve got a head on your shoulders. You don’t fall for Izaya’s schemes, and you sure as hell don’t have a soft spot for him, like some idiots in this city seem to. He respects you even more for that.

He finally works up the courage to face you, sick of spending time without you and intent on telling you the truth. Thankfully, he discovers that Tom did him a solid and made you privy to his feelings. You show up at his place, in the cutest little sundress he’s ever seen, gazing up at him shyly. It turns out you share his sentiments and want to give it a go. That’s great!

But… just know what you’re signing up for.

Dating Shizuo means marrying Shizuo. He’s not going to let you go so easily. He has it in his head that you’re The One, and that means you’re by his side forever; leaving isn’t a viable option. If you ever discuss ending your union with him, he’ll assume you’re ill. Why would you want to do that when everything is so perfect? He protects you, he provides for you, and he loves you — what more could you want? Sure, perhaps he gets excessive with his force sometimes, when other men leer at you, but you should take that as a compliment. He’s possessive for good reason.

“You get it, right?”

“…”

“(F/n)!”

“Shizuo, please!”

“You get why I put him in the hospital, right?”

“…he didn’t have to—“

“He disrespected you. He disrespected us.”

“…”

“Do you understand?”

“…yes.”

“Good.”

No more questions asked. You gotta go along with it. Who’s going to help you? No one, that’s who. The man has superhuman strength. He won’t kill you, but he will kill someone who threatens to take you away. It’s best to keep quiet and let him do as he pleases, being complicit with violence.

You don’t want to know what he’ll do if you ever run away, and you don’t want to find out. The only person you could possibly ask for help is Izaya Orihara, and we all know how that’s going to end. Not well. For anyone. Especially you. But it could also be the event that does the information broker in for good. Hell hath no fury like a monster’s love.

Despite the whole “you can’t leave me” thing, though, Shizuoka will never force you to do anything else you don’t want to do. Trying to cuddle? He’s in. Movies? Sure. Not down to smash? Cool. Him neither. Aside from being a little scary sometimesquite often actually, he isn’t all that bad of a romantic yandere :)

[fancyfeathers]

The Games We Play of Dust and Ash (Yandere Moriarty the Patriot Masterlist)

Sebastian Moran’s meets his darling at an underground nightclub, a place where more illegal and unsavory things happen, a place far different from where one would want to be found out of fear of their reputation. He is on a mission, staking put a noble who has dealing with the owner of the club, some mob connections or something along those lines.

He goes to the club and sits at a table near the stage and by the duo he is watching on behalf of the Lord of Crime, and since it’s a nightclub it would be a shame no to enjoy himself while working so he orders a drink and keeps an eyes on the stage while no conversations are being held.

Then he sees her…

One of the singers for the evening…

The dress she was wearing would have beeen considered scandalous on the streets but she was absolutely beautiful…

And her voice was even better…

“If you had a secret,

You bet I would keep it.

I would never tell on you.”

He has a hard time paying attention to his mission with her singing on stage…

“So won't you kindly do a girl

A great big favor?”

Well they do say the help hears everything…

After the show and the club begins to clear out, she is sitting at her vanity backstage, smoking a cigarette while counting her pay for the evening when someone tosses a flower onto her vanity and she looks up to see the rather attractive black haired man. Normally she wouldn’t entertain such advances but he looks like he is worth her time…

Almost every night she is seen leaving on his arm after a show and he gets the whispers of gossip and dirt she hears on the owner and the aristocracy who attend and all of this gets told back to William.

She is now basically an asset to their operations with the information she gives Sebastian when she is in his arms at night.

Then one night after a show and he goes to see her, a stage hand tells him she has already left with another woman. Upon questioning further, apparently his darling met with this woman every so often, a reporter type, apparently the lady she left with was a crime reporter who was growing in popularity after reporting on the cases covered by the best detective in London before anyone else…

Then it hits him…

She was an information broker…

She has been using him the same way he had been using her this entire time.

He should be ready to cut her off because she could be giving away what she has learned from him, but he can’t…

He meant every kiss he gave her…

Every flower he gave her after a show…

Every time he held her in his arms as they fell asleep…

He had accidentally fallen in love with her.

The next morning she hears knocking at her apartment door, and without really thinking about she opens it to see him in the doorway, but unlike the other times they met at her home, he was not wearing his charming smile but instead a rather serious expression…

“We need to talk.”

She invites him inside and he sits her down and cuts it plain and dry…

“I want to be with you, not what we have now but actually be with you, I am… god, I am in love with you.”

Part of him hopes she will accepts his advances, he doesn’t want to loose another person after everything-

“No, besides it would never work.”

There is a pang of pain in his chest at hearing her words. She tells him how she has her job and he does whatever he does and their relationship was purely transactional for her, she has no time for romance, she has her job and he has his, they were assets for each other and now that is over.

He goes to go see her one last time that night and just seeing her on stage now destroys him…

“You should have known by now

You'd every cause to doubt me,”

She sees her look at others in the crowd, anyone but him.

“It was a fine affair,

But now it's over.”

Then when he leaves the club that night, he sees her leaving on the arm of another man.

Soon enough William gives him a mission that he thinks Sebastian will rather enjoy…

The club owner was using the club as a way to funnel drugs and illegal surfaces to that of the nobility…

When Sebastian’s darling comes into work that night, the owner is found dead with a bullet through the head.

As she stumbles out of the club in shock, waking off to the backstreets to catch her breath from the shock…

“Let me guess you are going to go tell your reporter friend about what you saw?”

“Sebastian… you know better than anyone that we all do what we have to in order to survive.”

A few days later, the headline in the paper is…

“Missing Nightclub Singer; club closes as owner is found dead and leading lady is reported missing.”

(A/N- her story is similar to that of William and his darling, but unlike William’s darling, she has a voice and isn’t one to just lay down and die)

[thefayecoven]

One of my favorite things to do is take characters / background peeps from The Owl House that have faded into obscurity and assigning them roles. So remember John DePlume from Sense and Insensitivity?

And you know our favorite asshole?

They were friends (explosion).

I made another Yandere Sim Style Student ID™️card for him because honestly it’s very fun.

John was the leader of the drama club at St. Epiderm, while studying to be a writer in the future (which he achieves, canon compliant!!)

Him and Adrian run the drama club together and are quite popular, although Adrian is the more well-liked and known of the two. People associate Adrian with power and fear him in a way, and John is constantly annoyed he doesn’t have that kind of power over people. Like said in the card, despite the envy, there’s rumors he serves as an information broker of sorts for Adrian.

This is true.

Adrian can’t collect blackmail and rumor material all alone now, so who’s the one taking pictures and eavesdropping in frequent? John.

This is another source of annoyance for him: the fact that John is the secret operator of Graye’s horrible schemes, and everybody thinks John is incapable of the nasty actions Adrian is.

The two are in a competition of sorts, albeit entirely one sided. Adrian could care less about John. They are close friends, and Adrian respects him and has good conversation with him. But despite this, he doesn’t find himself envying John whatsoever. Adrian is content with himself and knows deep down the well established Epiderm hierarchy is never going to change.

But this could change if someone got into his head.

I think they’d have a big falling out over a duel of sorts, but we’ll see.

[darkside-writing]

Konoha’s Bridal Run

Warnings: 18+ Only, everyone is above 18, Non-Con themes, bride stealing, mentinos of virginity loss, yandere, forced impregnation/breeding, misogyny, mentions of blood, belly bulge/cum inflation, female reader - extreme NSFW

Madara Uchiha

Imagine during the warring states period negotiations for peace between the Uchiha and Senju clan are on the verge of collapse due to failure of agreeing upon a political system that would mutually benefit both of the prestigious clans equally. With the Senju’s intentions to pack the chain of commandment with their own people and leave Uchiha out of power, it would quickly sour their already fragile temporary alliance. The loss of life during generations of war led to population of both clans to dwindle significantly unless they can come to an agreement that would bring prosperity to future generations. With the extinction of both clans weighting heavy on the leaders, a deal would be brokered between the clans would create a new tradition that would encourage the restoration of numbers lost during war. With Konoha established, it would be legal for any man to steal his bride and forcefully breed her into becoming his wife. The new tradition would forego any unnecessary trouble of courting a woman and planning multiple expensive weddings and instead opt for a massive hunt of available bachelors stealing their bride-to-be. Once a daughter becomes of age and reaches optimal condition for breeding - she is available to be taken as a bride against her will and bred thoroughly. The kidnapping of a bride would be written into law and there is no chance for the bride to divorce her husband once he has taken her virginity and dragged into their new home where the bride will become a housewife.

As the leader of the Uchiha clan, Madara would be required to choose a bride that was capable of carrying his strong Uchiha bloodline without her own genetics interfering with the Sharingan. Madara immediately chooses a young woman he has desired from a young age. He has pursued her many times without luck, but with the legitimacy of stealing a bride now legal in Konoha - Madara would instead kidnap her and bring her into his home. He would plan to force her into being his housewife and mother his children. The initial kidnapping would happen quickly in order to avoid other men from stealing his bride. Madara shows up to his bride-to-be’s house and is gracious enough to give her an advance to run away before he snatches her from her home. As the leader of the Uchiha clan and an esteemed shinobi recognized across the Land of Fire, it does not take long for Madara to hunt down his bride. He loves the chase, initially giving her enough distance to believe she may have gotten away before cruelly snatching her quickly. The look of pure terror causes Madara’s cock to swell, he recognizes this look of submission from the battlefield which never fails to make his blood boil. He is a predator at heart and revels in the way his prey tries desperately to fight against him, trying to escape to avoid a life doomed of being an Uchiha housewife and breeding bitch. Madara chooses to restrain himself from forcefully raping his new wife in the wooded forest and opt to take her virginity once he drags her back to their new home togther. The bridegroom is gracious enough to carry his newly captured bride in his arms to avoid her tender wounded feet from walking - having foregone shoes in haste to run away from her predator. The poor bride is only dressed in a sheer nightgown that does nothing to protect against Madara’s glaring crimson eyes. Konoha civilians and clan leaders congratulate the Uchiha on his newly captured wife as he passes in the streets, they celebrate the success of the new bridal stealing tradition. Feasts and congratulations will be planned in accordance once Madara breaks in his new wife. According to law, Madara must drag his bride through the front door of their new home and take her virginity immediately for the bride to legally become his wife.

The poor girl is sobbing and begging for Madara to return her to her former home, but these pleas fall on deaf ears as he enters the Uchiha compound and hastily carries her to their home. Madara’s cock aches in his pants at the submission of his bride once he gets her through the doors - her realization and acceptance of her fate finalized. He knew he chose well when his bride began to cease her cries and just accepted her fate of becoming the mother of the next generation of Uchiha. Once Madara wrestles his bride onto her knees and head pushed til’ near suffocation against a pillow, he wastes no time to rip the pathetic nightgown in pieces. His cock is hot and throbbing, balls heavy and full of potent sperm needing to be seeded into her fertile womb. The entire completion of making her into his wife relies on impregnating his new bitch. Regardless of the poor bride being a virgin, Madara cruelly pushes his fat cock inside til’ his balls are snug against her lips. He can feel the initial tear of her hymen and the slight trickle of blood coat his cock yet he doesn’t relent his brute pace. It would be impossible for Uchiha civilians to not hear the brutal assault and cries from outside their home, as a way to ensure witnesses can observe the ritual being completed. Madara grasps her wrists behind her back and uses it as leverage as his powerful hips slam into her plush ass that definitely will be bruised by morning. Their first time is not meant to feel good, but only as a means to officiate their marriage and fertilize her fruitful womb with his sperm. Madara is relentless and desperate to impregnate his new wife - he will not allow her to leave their bed until he is satisfied with an impressive belly bulge of cum stuffed inside her womb. After the brutal assault of his new bride, Madara may allow reprieve by allowing handmaids to attend to her injuries and dress her in a lavish silk Kimono so that he may parade his new wife around the village.

A married life to the clan leader of a prestigious clan leads to an unhappy home life. Madara expects his wife to resist her wifely duties until he can break her in. He is glad to chain his wife to the kitchen so that she may only have distance to perform her duties of cooking his meals and servicing his cock. Her only priority in life is Madara from this point onward. It would be impossible not to be pregnant on the first night of conception due to Madara’s brutal assault and his powerful cum quickly implanting in her womb. Soon enough she will be round and fat with his children, therefore a permanent reminder of being his wife according to Konoha society. The housewife is not allowed outside of their shared home unless accompanied by Madara, who easily parades his wife around the compound. The Uchiha are impressed with the selection of their leader’s wife and praises her for being the most fertile wife they have seen in generations. When Madara is feeling particularly sadistic, he will walk his wife to the spot in the wooded forest where he captured her during the bridal run and may forcefully rape her again. He wants to ingrain inside her brain that she will never return to her former life and that he has rightfully won her as a prize.

[sevs-corner]

Just finished watching CoD: MW3

Spoilers rant ahead + to my alternate AU fic idea (Officially calling it the Tf 141: Betrayal AU)

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I ALREADY KNOW MY BEST MAN SOAP DIES

ITS ALL THE PEOPLE TALKED ABOUT IN THE ALL THE MW VIDS

but *aggravated + depressed sigh* seeing it first hand- it felt so unjust and rushed.

Look, I can accept a fav dying- but when it just happens just like that, in a quick flick of the hand out of nowhere without even a lick of reassurance of vengeance in his honor?

Imma bout to combust and write my own fucking ending ‘cause the whole game’s plot was dogshit compared to the first two😭✋

The way they had so much untapped potential— imma ‘bout to lose my non-existent left and right nut to this whole ass circus shit show

Anyways, so about that AU… which is this one btw

I plan the MC (you/reader) to join Makarov during the his escape, where they were already giving info to help the Konni group help Makarov escape. Making that as your first op and the second one being the airplane one.

Slowly, the team would notice your disappearance at crucial moments, going radio silent after certain missions until Laswell connects the dots. Seeing your location, before going off the grid, always close to their next ops of targeting Konni group and Makarov’s people.

At first they were in denial, you- their loyal friend in arms- would never do this to them… right? You would always do extra missions on the way, saying that—

“If i’m still capable- of course i’m lending a hand!”

Until they caught you in their records room with Laswell’s laptop, broker phone in hand with eyes as wide as deer caught in headlights.

“Sergeant,” Price starts off with a shuddered breath, “hand over the phone.”

Seeing you hesitate only but confirmed their worst thoughts.

“Now.”

Their hearts broke as you turned away, pushing the shelves of papers onto them as you made your escape through the only exit.

Only for you to be stopped by Soap himself, who looked no further than a man who had just watched the love of life die in front of him. Arms wrapped around your midsection, you fought to escape his hold and he made only a slight effort, wanting to know-

“Why…why did you do this..?”

Finally thrashing out of his- albeit half-hearted- hold around your stomach— you could only know throw him a sad smile, a quite teary-eyed look for someone who just betrayed them, him.

“It doesn’t make sense,” he tells himself, as he fell to his knees, watching you round the corner of the hallways with sirens blaring around their base.

From your reaction, something must have happened… but what?

Was it the extra missions that you took? You never got injured or tortured, they went the extra mile and always made sure you were ok when you got back home— back in their arms.

“Johnny,” Ghost coughs out as he helped Price and Gaz out of the room, “locate ‘em.”

Even Ghost still was half-hearted, unable to accept the laid out truth in front of them.

To think that it was one of their own being the reason for Markov taking the upper hand against them these past few weeks ever since his release.

“…on it LT.”

And to that, they begged- no, wanted answers from you and you only.

And thus begins the betrayal arc and how you have to somehow still leak info to the team while acting as a double spy to Makarov…

Who unfortunately had a very close eye on you.

MWAHAHAHAHHAHAHA YANDERE MAKAROV IS THAT YOU CALLING ME? MAYBE WMAHSHSHEHSHJW

[famwhy]

Hello again, sorry to bother you, especially if you are no longer writing for it and are not taking requests at the moment, but I have a suggestion for a yandere Honkai/Genshin fic idea I want to share with you.

I shared a version of this with @definesanity a while back, at least I think it was with them, my memory is horse shit lol, but with that said this is the idea.

A SAGAU where the reader is not the creator, but rather their soulmate, the only problem is that most of the acolytes of Teyvat refuse to acknowledge this random mortal of another world as their beloved creators destined one and as such go out of their way to not only make them miserable but sabotage the relationship them and the creator build up.

One thing leads to another and the Creator decides that they can no longer allow for their beloved to suffer because of their own inability to sway their acolytes to see the truth, and instead sends the reader to 'The world their heart would be most at peace within' unknowing that said world is a combination world of several other self aware games.

For the sake of this take on the idea, let us assume it is solely a Honkai world the reader is sent to. The girls of Honkai find their beloved Kancho to be starved for affection and in emotional turmoil as a result of the psychological and emotional abuse they endured on Teyvat and basically do everything they can to see them smile again, becoming not only their beloved friends but maybe much more.

And then the acolytes of Teyvat, having put 2 and 2 together and gotten something other than Egg, try and summon the reader back after their creator falls into a unending slumber fraught with nightmares, The Unknown God (Asmoday) having torn each of them a new one for their arrogance before taking the creator away to the depths of Celestia to recover as she makes ready to summon the Creators Mother to judge the world.

In fear of what is to come and a desire to bring heir creator back to them and cure them of their nightmares and the depression that had seized them before they fell into slumber, they try and summon the Reader...only to be met by several pissed off Valkyries. Courtesy of Mobius and Dottore having screwed up their ritual after the Valkyries began preparing for just such an occasion.

What follows is a thoroughly one sides ass kicking that leaves many cities in ruins as the Valkyries, Flame chaser girls, and pretty much all of AE and Shickscal start tearing them a new one of their own.

In the end, the dust settles with the Creator's Mother having descended and forced a stalemate of the two sides, notably ignoring the acolytes pleas for vengeance as she instead summons a table to sit down and speak with the otherworlders.

In the end, it is revealed that the Reader had been having the same symptoms as the creator, bar the endless sleep, and so the Valkyries had used force to bring everyone to the negotiating table on their terms.

Given that the Reader and the creator will need to be close together for a while for both to heal, a deal is brokered, the reader will spend 6 months in teyvat with the Creator and 6 with the Valkyries in their world, though this time length could change depending on how things play out. Likewise, they will be accompanying the reader every time they venture to Teyvat with a full battalions worth of their best to protect them, and of course they will not let the imbe- *ahem* acolytes that harmed them near them.

Of course, the Acolytes try and protest, only to be shut down by a heartbroken and distraught Creator who tears into them for their selfishness and arrogance leading to all of this, all they want is to be with their friend again and be able to be themselves.

As their mother holds them close and glares at the acolytes, reality sinks in, their words drowned out by the mother and Creator agreeing to the terms of the Valkyries, who offer smirks to the acolytes as they take their leave.

As the Reader is brought to Teyvat again and meets with the Creator once more, the acolytes do all they can to bridge the gap between the tow of them and unite them once more, only for the Valkyries to block them at every attempt, making it clear the reader is theirs now.

No matter how hard the acolytes of Teyvat try, they can only watch as their Creator starts to feel more at ease amongst these otherworlders than with them, and every effort they make to bridge their own gap with the reader are swept aside by the Valkyries designs.

The people of Teyvat can only watch as they lose not only the beloved of their creator, the one who guided them down their journeys, but also run the risk of losing their creator as well.

Well, what do you think? My own version of it would include a massive polycule, I am a shipper and a shameless yuri fan, and mutliple other games basically strong arming Teyvat into the same negotiating terms and rubbing in their face how close they are with the reader.

Apologies if this is not your cup of tea, but I just figure I would see what you think of this idea.

Till next time, stay safe.

Haha, I'm assuming you saw all my Tangerine posts and thought I wasn't into Genshin or Honkai anymore? Yeah, I'm just a huge simp for that man but that doesn't mean I've lost interest in the other media I consume - I consume many different types of media and I don't just stick to anime or just stick to real life, I alternate - I can watch and enjoy movies like Bullet Train and series like the Mandalorian while also liking anime too - you don't have to just pick one of the two. The whole reason I made this blog was so I could post about everything I enjoy and share it with other people who enjoy it too.

I don't really write much for Honkai or Genshin anymore but I still play the games pretty frequently (can't wait for HARE to come out next patch).

As for your idea, I think it's great!

Me, personally, I don't see the honkai characters in a romantic sense and see them more so platonically, like sisters or my kids. This is more due to the fact that I first started playing the game when it came out (4 yrs now I believe?) so I've watched Kiana grow from an immature girl into the strong woman she is now and it makes me immensely proud.

As for your SAGAU idea, I personally prefer it when the reader is the creator themselves because I find that it's more believable if they're worshipped as the creator and not the creator's soulmate/lover. That being said, your idea is totally cool too. When I first wrote my idea, it was because I was mad after reading a bunch of sagau imposter stuff and being like 'mah girls over at honkai would never' then going 'they'd beat genshin characters' arses' so I love to see stuff where the genshin characters get punished for treating the reader so shitty. Hence why I love reading these types of ideas.

If you post these ideas on your blog along with snippets of scenes you imagine, I'm sure you'll gain traction like I did and others will be able to tell you just how much they enjoy your stuff.

Have a lovely rest of your day/night.

[dark-romance-yan]

Can I please have Yandere Aalto x reade headcanon?

Yandere Aalto Headcanons

A/N; Hiya, I'm super glad you asked for Aalto HCs because I love this character so much. The duo of him and Encore is just chefs kiss. But sidenote, apologies for taking like over a week to upload this. Thanks for your request! Also I may add to this later.

Warnings: Blackmail, manipulation, non-consensual relationship, NSFW HCs (There will be a warning before), Praise, degradation, possessiveness, isolation. UNEDDITED

Let me know if I missed any warnings :)

Aalto knows everything about you, of course, he is the best information broker around so it'd be shameful for him to not know every detail of your life when you're all he cares about (except for Encore).

He gets to know your family before you even realize. Building a strong connection to your family saying how Aalto is so sweet and considerate for giving them all sorts of information ranging from how best to take care of a plant to the best pharmaceutical advice when it comes to their health issues. And all he would ask for in return from them is some details about you, like your favorite flower or meal. Once he got closer with your loved ones, he'd start asking for a meal to share with him and Encore which leads into him being invited fairly often to family dinners and get togethers.

Your family would also bring up how adorable his relationship with Encore is, he'd make a great father one day wouldn't he? Make such a great spouse. He could take care of you because have you heard how much money he makes from some of his deals? Aalto this, Aalto that, Aalto would be on your mind and he would never leave it. Just like he wanted.

But if your family trying to get the two of you together doesn't work then he'll use his backup plan, blackmail you. Any information about you that's dark and humiliating enough to ruin your career and connection with your loved ones is ready for him to use against you. He didn't want to resort to this, but you just wouldn't listen to your family about how perfect he is. But he does find the look of pure embarrassment and fear on your face as he reveals what he knows, oh you're so cute. The way tears brim the corners of your eyes, pupils dilate and cheeks flush, its so adorable that he pulls you right into his arms, petting your hair and whispering how it's better this way. Besides it's not like you can pull away, that would be violating your agreement and Aalto doesn't take kindly to that.

The overall agreement he makes with you is that you become his loving, loyal and affectionate partner. But never tell anyone about this deal, otherwise all of your secrets will be revealed. And of course, you agreed to this because being his partner can't be bad right?

The relationship would start off sweet and cute, one that many other couples would adore and envy. He'd be such a gentleman, get along well with your family, take you on the most memorable of dates with gorgeous views and delicious food. He knows all the best spots. Whenever he'd return home from a job, he'd bring you flowers or another gift he'd get as payment from one of his clients. He wouldn't push you into being physically affectionate with him until you were ready, only asking for kisses after dates and handholding. He wanted you to be affectionate with him on your own terms, to kiss him or let him hold you because you wanted to. Because you felt the desire for him. However, he'd pull you into a hug and pepper kisses on your face and hand whenever he couldn't help himself. He'd wait for you to give him affection but he can hardly restrain himself when he could finally call you his. And bonus, Encore is always fun to have around and he'd adore how well you two would get along although he'd get a little jealous if Encore is stealing all your attention. Frequently, the two would get into playful fights over who gets to spend time with you. And more often than not, Encore would win to Aalto's demise.

But as time passes, Aalto would start to isolate you. He'd cancel plans with your family, acting like its your fault and he has to take care of you so he seems like the kindest significant other. That family dinner you were supposed to go to on Friday? Oh sorry, you can't make it because you're feeling ill, but in reality you were perfectly healthy. He'd do this so much that your family stops inviting the two of you to meetings and meals so it's just the two of you more often. He'd even do this with your friends.

If anyone got suspicious of this new behavior of yours then Aalto would either flash his charming smile and send them right on their way or blackmail them too. Afterall, you can get people to do whatever you want with the right information.

You stay inside almost all of the time because Aalto fears the thought of you getting hurt by a TD or some bandit, and he wants to be the only one to see you. To be with you. (of course with exception of Encore.) It's just better this way. You're safe and have everything within your home, at least to everything you could reach. Oh, you didn't think he would simply just trust you wouldn't leave the house when he's gone, did you? He's not stupid. Which is why you have a chain on your ankle attached to the floor. The chain is long enough so you can access every place you need in the house such as the kitchen, bathroom, bedroom and another room you use for your hobbies. If Encore asks about the chain then Aalto would be honest, it's for your safety. You can't protect yourself from the big scary world and you're just so naive that you'd wonder out by yourself.

While Aalto would prefer for you to stay home where it's safe, he'd still take you out on dates or even just to play outside with Encore. But you would never leave his sight.

----NSFW HC----

Poor man can hardly find time to be alone with you. It's either he has too many demanding clients or Encore is home. So he has to wait until the perfect opportunity arises when he has cleared out his schedule and Encore is gone on a safe mission or hanging out with friends. And this often does come often but not enough for his liking.

He loves to spoil you with expensive and sexy lingerie, bringing home multiple shopping bags just full of different sets. He would spend most of his money on spoiling you but then make up for it by taking extra jobs. He'd even buy several of the same set but in different colors. He would be adoring you and praising you for putting on a little fashion show for him as you try on each set he bought you. You wouldn't even finish the show for him because he'd have you go back and put back on lingerie you've already shown him over and over again. "The blue brings out your eyes but try on the red one again, I think that really brings out your...assets." Then when you wear one he claims as his favorite (mans has like fifty favorites), fashion show is cut off early because he throws you onto the bed and sees how you look in different positions with it.

Aalto has a breeding kink in the sense he has a primal and possessive urge to fill you and possess you by filling you to the brim with his seed. He loves the thought of seeing your belly swell up with his kid. But he doesn't want kids yet.

He loves the thought of it but he doesn't want it to actually happen. At least not yet. He already has a responsibility for Encore and she steals so much of your attention that if another kid were added to the mix then he would never have time alone for you. Note, he classifies as spending one whole day alone with you as hardly any time with you. Maybe in future when Encore is older or he has so much money that he doesn't have to focus on his job anymore.

He loves to mark you up with love bites and hickies. He mostly does this right before the two of you go on a date, making them in the most visible places possible. He'd make it a point to mark your neck down to your collarbone and even add one or two to your chest/breasts if you wore an outfit that showed off that area. If you wore a skirt he'd mark up your thighs too, fighting with his urges to go down on you while doing so. He'd smirk at whatever passerby noticed the marks on your body, absolutely reveling as it was so obvious you're his despite your possible grievances with this.

He can not make up his mind on whether or not he wants to praise or degrade you. He'd go from calling you his good girl to his naughty slut within a span of thirty seconds.

[newkatzkafe2023]

Character List and (Y/N)

Genderbend animated Sitcom wifes x Yandere motherly Seriel killer reader

Name (Y/N) (L/N)

Age 22

Gender: female

(Eye color): (e/c)

(Hair color): (h/c)

Appearance:

your a tall woman with (e/c) eyes and (h/c)You have long hair that usually up in one or two buns and you wear glasses.

Personality: You are an enigma and Mystery. You are a Recluse who runs a bakery called Katz Kafe a kid and animal friendly Cafe in the middle of the Neighborhood. You are a quiet young woman who loves animals and children and because of that you are more of an Observer then a talker But at night, you are a serial killer called hellcat And you target abusive parents who disregard and harm their children So therefore you also take the kids You save to either foster care or a new home while leaving proof and evidence that the parents were not fit to raise their child. When you come out of you she'll your friendly, care, protective, intelligent, and wise and you give fairly good advice. You yourself had some parents who abused you and your siblings and when you were 11 you murdered your parents in cold blood and proceeded to do the same to any parents who do the same to their children.

(Normal) Shy, kind, caring, protective, paranoid, Fierce, motherly, gentle, loving, harmless

(HellCat) sadistic, vindictive, mean Spirited, harsh, realistic, jaded, Short tempered, lethal

Powers/abilities

weapon use: you have a spiky club you use to kill your victims. You named it Excaliblog😵

Cooking: you are very good at cooking and baking you make free samples for the children and homemade healthy animal treats for their pets.👩‍🍳

Hyper awareness: you can hear things from miles away and pinpoint where it's coming from🫡

Night vision: you trained yourself to see and kill in the dark 😶‍🌫️

Teaching: you are an incredible teacher from Academics to self defense you can teach anybody anything you mainly tutor the children 🤓

Self defense: you are a fighter from professional to street fighter 😷

Super strength: Nobody knows how strong you truly are not even yourself but you could easily lift an school bus😤

Info broker: you know what goes on around the city even though you're not there🧐

Speed: you are very fast you once chase a bus you missed all the way to the next stop😛

Unlimited Stamina: your never Tired period it's never gonna happen 😑

Rage Quit: if someone were to hurt or threatened someone you love or a small child infront of you, you'll fly into a fit of blind pitch black rage that usually leaves blood on you hands ✋️🤬🤯

The genderbends lover Boys/Men

Marge simpson/Mark simpson (the simpsons)

Lois Griffin/ Lewis Griffin( Family Guy)

Francine Smith/ Francis Smith(American dad)

Donna Tubbs/ Donnie tubs (the Cleveland show)

Queen Dagmar /King Denmark(disenchantment)

Jenny hart/ Jake Hart(bless the harts)

Linda Belcher/ Lipten Belcher(Bob's burgers)

Gayle Genarro/ Gabe Genarro (Bob's burgers)

Peggy hill/ Pennsy Hill (king of the hill)

Nancy Gribble/ Nathan Gribble (king of the hill)

Minh Souphanousinphone/Mink Souphanousinphone (king of the hill)

Turanga leela/ Turango Lero(futurama)

Amy wong/ Alvin Wong(futurama)

Labarbara Conrad/ Lawson Conrad(futurama)

Beth Smith/ Ben Smith(Rick and Morty)

Riley Regan/ Ruckus Regan(inside job)

Paige Tillerman/ Pac Tillerman(Central Park)

Abby Hunter/ Albert Hunter(Central Park)

Helen Morgendorffer/ Hal Morgendorffer (Daria)

Honeybee Tobin/Wasp Tobin (the great North)

Sharon Marsh/Seymour Marsh (South park)

Liane Cartman/Lance Cartman (South park)

Carol Mccormick/ Calvin Mccormick(South park)

Sheila Brofloviski/ Sheldon Brofloviski (South park)

Annie Harris/Anthony Harris (Duncanville)

Diane Birch/Danny Birch(big mouth)

Monica Foreman-Greenwald/Marvin Foreman-Greenwald (big mouth)

Shanon Glaser/Shane Glaser (big mouth)

Lana kane/Lenny kane (Archer)

Dr Jill/ Dr Jack (Housebroken)

Your theme songs:

Ok New Character Bio Done!🥳

That's alot of men huh?🤭

Well that's how special you are😏🤤😉

As Usual Leave Comments!!!!!

[sucker-for-yanderes]

Yan!Keisuke x F!Reader (pt. 2)

Contains: murder, drugs, lots of blood, angst, mental torment, yandere behavior, violence, and threats to reader.

After emerging from the darkness of the alleys into the grey outside, your legs slowly carried you towards the usual place you'd been staying at. With your head hanging low, you slightly shifted your gaze after hearing muffled voices of conversation fade in as you walked through the entrance of the hotel which seemed to be a bit more populated than usual. There was an obvious tension in the room, even more so than before. A lump formed in your throat when you heard people panicking about what happened in the club. Apparently those who used to hang out there who weren't there that day, were now relocating here. That explains the crowd. 

“Besides, people say they’ve seen him, but I can’t track him down. Even when I look in places he’s shown up, the trail fades away into nothing midway through like an illusion. Gotta wonder what became of him.” Motomi let out a smoky breath; the information broker who also sees himself to be your personal therapist. It seems like he was discussing with Rin on Keisuke's whereabouts. If his information network had proven itself useless when it came to Keisuke's whereabouts, maybe Keisuke was deliberately trying to to mislead people about where he was off to. The current him seemed capable of that.

As time passed, fidgeting motionless on the couch with a sickness in your stomach and chest. Too consumed with your thoughts, you hadn't realized you had been neglecting your body's natural needs. Motomi's voice pleaded with you to eat something and get some rest. You politely accepted a water and a protein snack from him. You knew your body required at least some energy. Appreciating Rin and Motomi's help, you needed to be alone more than anything. A thought popped into your head to go outside and get some fresh air. Well, as fresh as it could be. After all, Toshima was a destroyed city overrun by a crime organization. Otherwise this sick game wouldn't have even gotten the chance to materialize into something this real.

Though you had gone outside to clear up your turbid thoughts, even if only a little, the chilly night time silence had the opposite effect of heightening your sense of foreboding. Letting out a short breath and taking a few steps to head back inside. Then, without warning, you felt someone standing right behind you; something slamming into the back of your neck as you tried to turn around to face the perpetrator. Wincing in pain, your head injury still very much fresh, your sight wavered and began closing in. About to fall over, limp, when the same person caught you. You fought desperately to raise your head and find out who it was, that’s when your eyelids fell closed, together with your consciousness, all before you could get a steady look at the person of interest. Falling into darkness.

A horrible headache attacked you the instant you had opened your eyes. It was a nasty awakening, like being dragged out of the abyss of sleep against your will. Keisuke was sat in the nearby dark corner, his unwavering gaze set on you. Had he been watching you this whole time? The only light there was to offer was that of the moonlight shedding from the room's only window.

But nonetheless, you were almost awake and, yet, too exhausted to move. “All awake now, princess?” You snap into alertness as if you had been bathed in cold water, speaking of which… As the sensation in your body comes back, you feel the unforgiving cold air that makes your skin cringe at its touch. You weren't too fond of his new nickname for you. You were nothing like a princess, was this his idea of a mockery? You couldn't hold back your glare. “You were tossing ‘nd turning quite a lot. Were you having a bad dream?” He shifts his head to a further degree on the hand he was resting on that was propped up on his knee for support. Immediately, you attempt to get up, but that’s when Keisuke shoved your shoulders back onto the floor in a split second. “No, it's okay. Lay down. It still hurts doesn’t it? Sleep. And then let’s talk things over nice and slow for once.” ... So he's overprotective now? Not too long ago he just threatened to take your very life. He's so hot and cold, it throws you off. "I will not..-" You turned your nose away in disgust, detecting the faint scent of blood after he had gotten right up close into your personal bubble. "The executioners are going to kill you when they find out you were the one behind that massacre at the club." Keisuke raised a brow at your statement, trying to decipher if it was a warning or a threat. You couldn't tell either, perhaps both. Keisuke's hand held your chin in it now.

“Don’t glare at me like that. Why do you think I’m here? Do you know, (Name)?” He asked in the manner of an adult inquiring of a child. So condescending it made you want to seethe, but you didn’t do anything. The meaning of Keisuke’s question flew straight over your hurting head. It was all you could do just to suppress the vortex of mixed emotions in your chest. “It was your scent, (Name).” Keisuke closed his eyes as he said it and gave a soft sniff. You scrunched your nose in confusion and cringed. He's talking crazy, what the hell? “You've always smelled so nice. You have such a distinct scent, you know. Better than fancy lotions or perfumes.” His broken sing-song voice sent a light chill running down your spine in which you let out a sad sound. “Hey. Why don’t you say something? Or would you like me to go first? Oh, I know! Wanna hear about my heroic feats? I did a whole lot of killing. For a good cause, of course.” He started while holding out his arms as if he were proud. His wicked smile made you want to cry. Staring hard at him, you can’t help but be astounded. “... Did you do it?” “Do what~” Keisuke asked, apparently pleased that you had opened your mouth at last. “I heard people are getting killed even outside of Toshima. Is it you?” You quietly muttered out the last few words in your hoarse voice, fearing the answer. 

"Mhm."

Keisuke never once took his eyes off you, grinning from cheek to cheek, head turned down. You didn’t want to think “As I’d expected” but… Unable to keep watching Keisuke–who had “so what?” written all over his face, you turned your head down into your lap. It can't be. This just can't be. “They’re weak." No. "Every damn one of them." No. No. The more he spoke, the deeper you fell into despair. Like you wanted to faint. You wanted so terribly for this all to be some awful nightmare. That you were still asleep and dreaming. You wished you could see your deceased brother again, see the old Keisuke again.

Keisuke continued to speak and tell you how he killed Takeru, the one who tried to take tags from you and Keisuke. You couldn't hold back the shocked sob as Keisuke held out the cross necklace and tag both soiled with old blood dangling above your face catching glints of moonlight from the window. They were undeniably Takeru's. Takeru, who was in this to make money for his family. Takeru, who hurt you. So Keisuke hurt him. "Y'know why? Why I did it?" He sounded like a child seeking praise as he leaned close in to your ear.

"Because I love you."

No... After all this holding back, the tears finally escaped you. Heart burning with sorrow and anguish. Your neck gave up supporting your head which was filled with too many thoughts, and you fell to your side where you were only being supported by the nearby bed. Your heart was broken. Keisuke seemed to be pleased with your expression as he observed you, not wiping the tears that spilled down your cheeks like the old him would have. Like he enjoyed the sight of you crying. "Say something, (Name)." Getting a closer look at him now, you saw what you had secretly dreaded and made every effort to not think about. Murky eyes.

"Will you love me, too?"

You said nothing. So badly you wished things were different... In your younger days at the orphanage, your naivety had the best of you. It was true that you began to harbor romantic feelings for Keisuke. You were always fond of Keisuke. You had no idea what it meant. You weren't doing it because this person was special to your brother, it was more complex than that. Keisuke was special to you. And you did love Keisuke. The old Keisuke... Not this imposter. Where was your sweet boy?

Confronting him about his eyes, Keisuke arches a brow in mock surprise at your hoarse voice. You wished you were a child again for the sole purpose of getting away with running away and crying. That's exactly what you wanted to do now but no, you had to be strong. Keisuke was on drugs now, you feel responsible since you're the reason he's here in the first place. Toshima was poisoning him. If you wouldn't have gotten him involved, if you would've forced him to turn back and let you do this on your own... Then maybe none of this would've ever happened. You wouldn't have ruined his life.

Keisuke grew impatient awaiting your reply. You flinched as his fist slammed down on the floor next to your face. Keisuke's lips curved to a smile. "There's that face..." You hadn't realized your expression, but your eyes had widened as you looked up at him domineering over you like prey in its predators' grasp. "I want to see more. I want to see you scared. See you cry. See you seething with anger. I want to know you're just as alive as I am right now. If I'm being honest, it's better knowing I'm the one causing these emotions. I want to be the only one to make you feel everything." Keisuke's confession makes your face twist and your stomach drop. "Please, stop this." You sob. "You're not yourself. It's the drugs-"

With a swift movement, his hand was on your neck nearly crushing your windpipe. You can only let out small grunts and gasps as your eyes pierce into his darkened ones. For a moment, Keisuke's grip softens allowing you relief. His hand slides away and onto the ground. His smile had faded into a frown. And suddenly, there Keisuke sat on top of you. Seemingly taken over by an overwhelming sadness. Because deep down inside, he never wanted to hurt you. All he wanted was to save you. Never in a million years would he even think of hurting you. And yet, here he was. Watching the red marks he'd left on your neck just now surface. Remembering the times he'd knocked you unconscious. The venom he spat at you. What was he even doing? Why did he even bring you here to this place with him? I mean, seriously what the hell? His thoughts quickly turned him to anger.

Keisuke took a stand and simply left. He'd left you all alone again. You had shifted over and held out your hand reaching out towards him in the process, only to bring your hand back into your chest. You sobbed weakly, feeling as though you now had no one left. Your parents, then Akira, and now Keisuke too. You're all alone. Keisuke had stuck around for a little bit standing by the door of the room he'd left you alone in. Now he was gone. You don't know when you'll see him again. How you miss him so... Wait, what? But why? Why do you care? He just hurt you. He's done it on more than one occasion both mentally and physically. So why? Why is it that your heart aches for him? Were your feelings for him really so strong? Unfortunately, that seems to be the case.

But it wouldn't be long without him. For he would soon return and come back to you.

[headingalaxys-spicy]

how would a yandere america, japan, and germany put up or deal with a defiant and unruly darling? especially one who is kidnapped and very non-compliant? love your work as always ❤️

Thank you Anon 😊

Anyways It’s FRI-YAY ! Enjoy!

🇺🇸 America 🇺🇸

He’ll start with mid-manipulation tricks at first. He prefers to not have to capture you and just lead you to his home and you ‘accidently’ just stayed at his house and never left. There will be gas-lighting, guilt-tripping, flattery, and especially love bombing. These tactics are all part of his arsenal of psychological tricks he’ll use to rope you in. When he does get to the end of this rope in patience in trying to wrangle you in.

Give him 6-months, that's all the patience he has.

“But babe! You promised we’d go get drinks on Thursday! You always bail on me like this.”

Even though you never told him that you could go. You couldn’t the case you were working on needed added time and special attention. Your client was depending on you to not lose the account and other assets in case.

“Look Alfred, I know you have all the time in the world to fuck around but some of us need to work harder than the devil to win cases.” You brush past him in a huff. You were irritated that he’s asked you five times in the same day.

‘Doesn’t that lazy idiot have something better to do than bother me? Fuck’s sake!’ You hurry to your office where you have a long conference call with the client’s opposing lawyers. You were going to try and broker a deal.

The air that whooshed past you had sparks that ignited America’s fury. You didn’t see him slide his glasses into his case. They uncovered the dark blues that had a malevolent flash.

He’ll nab you right as you’re leaving work at eleven-ish at night.

While you’re living with him he’ll do everything he can to put on the facade of being a “Hero”. He’ll tend to you hand and foot while he has you chained to the bed frame by your ankle. The chain is lengthy enough only to allow you to roam around the wide room.

You’re an aggressive lawyer so you do fight him a lot. You absolutely show that you hate his guts and you won’t behave for shit. You want to make sure America catch’s deez hands.

“FUCK YOURSELF!” As you grab the lamp from the nightstand and toss it at him. The loud shatter of the glass light fixture signaled an unfortunate fate for you. The reality shattering moment you’ve solidified your demise. America will dodge it and be shocked that you’re aggressive as hell even after he’s been patient for all of these months.

“Dude you have anger issues like Romano. Stop babe it's okay!”

“IT'S NOT OKAY! YOU KIDNAPPED ME YOU ASSHOLE!” You spit near his feet. “And when I get out of here I’ll DRAG you in court!”

Those were fighting words. It had been months since he’s tried to maintain his restraint. There’s a reason why you’ve managed to give him a few scars and bruises here and there. He’d been holding back his strength the entire time. No more will this be the case once you said the word “court”. It’s cute to him really that you thought you had power. That you had control. But no more.

America is going to make you into the way he wants and he doesn’t give a fuck how.

“Alright Y/N. Since you want to act like an asshole to me and can’t love me right…” His stormy blues glare gives you a pinch in your stomach.

“Would you prefer to be drugged or have your brain be mechanically rewired. You have 10 seconds to choose or I’ll do it for you.”

🇩🇪 Germany 🇩🇪

He adores your work ethic as the secretary general of the United Nations. <Yes, we gettin a little meta in this post.> He practically showers you with praise whenever you do something that he deems is becoming a world leader. I.E. You probably called someone out for bullshitting you, refined a project that you oversee so it could be optimal politically, socially, and financially. You made sure that you picked reliable undersecretaries. You banged your gavel with dutiful force. And most of all you made the major mistake of making him your under secretary for Financial and Economics.

Germany’s mind is in a lovestruck haze and in awe at your mettle, whenever shit hits the fan. You don’t turn and run. You stay until the wee hours of the morning. Raw dedication. You were propelled by the excitement of the chaos and the pressure cooker like situations that you found yourself in. You loved to think on your toes. Except for when Ludwig ruins that to some degree.

It’s a sudden world shaker when he admits that he has feelings for you. You think it’s the most unprofessional thing ever and that’s vexing for you. Ludwig of course thinks this could be advantageous for the both of you to be a political power couple of sorts. He thinks that now that he’s managed to reign in the hoard of hearts in his head, all should be well and good.

But being the high powered badass you are, you politely turn him down.

“I’m sorry, Ludwig but being in a relationship isn’t for me. But, you’ll find someone. Anyways Schönes Wochenende! Tschüss.” As you’re walking backwards and speed walk away from him into the dark indigo colored night. You tried not to think about it. You didn’t want to think about it but ….

‘Did he have a deranged look in his eyes? No. No! The lighting is bad and it’s late. I’m probably a little delirious. But, I do need to get the report for the environmental committee done tonight.’

While you worked deep into the moonless night. As you worked you stared at the pages with a seemingly infinite amount of words you begin to doze off. All thanks to the tranquilizer dart that slips sleeping meds into your bloodstream.

Germany always has plan B-Z. So, plan B it is: Kidnap and Correct your behavior through rigorous discipline. You followed his orders somewhat. Although you were difficult for most days. When he suggested that the two of you share a bed together you attempted to suffocate him with one of his hefty pillows.

One of the only things that you did without trying to fight or argue with him was exercise. Since you were in the forests of Bavaria with only books and an airtight phone that can only call him and emergency medical services, you welcomed the scenic views of the black forest. But, you also had a plan to escape. While you were making your rounds on a path that you thought could provide you with the most cover you bolted for it while he had to tie his shoe.

“VERDAMMTE SCHEIßE!“ He springs up after you.

“Y/N DAMN IT! GET BACK HERE!” You tried not to let your blood run cold and keep it hot and pumping through your veins with adrenaline. The fury radiating off that command was like explosive fireballs.

‘I’m as good as dead if I can’t lose him here.’ You jump into a raging river that had a calming sound to it that doused your ear from Ludwigs inflammatory statements. Ludwig lunges in after dragging you under the fearsome current. You kick and flail your limbs around in a futile attempt to break his iron-like grip on you. Like a boa constrictor around a small mouse. Even with your strength you’d been honing for a few months it wasn’t up to par with his. Not even close. He stabs you with a much more potent version of SCHLAFSTERNE (Sleep Stars). His disappointed and stormy sky blue eyes fade from your vision as you slip into an eternal blackness.

When you come to you’ve had a jumbo-sized tracking device on your ankle. It was designed to administer sleep drugs, track you, and make noise whenever you tired to make your escape from the house and would not stop until you return.

🇯🇵 Japan 🇯🇵

From the crowd he loved watching you give your all on the stage. Your movements were precise and your voice was sublime. In fact to Kiku everything about you was sublime. Which is why he had to have you. He was a massive stan for you. Even though he may not have been cheering or dancing he did have hearts, stars, and fireworks in his pools of honey. While in his stomach butterflies had a Coachella-esque party.

It wasn’t the first time that you’d met him. He spent loads of money just so he could see most of your live performances and so he could have all of your merch. Kiku even went as far as to pay

394,269 Yen ($3,000 USD) for meet and greet tickets… at EVERY. SINGLE. CONCERT. He attended. Mans is dedicated to you.

When he finally summons up the courage to ask you out, you gave him a polite but firm “no.” You didn’t want to date a fan and find out they were crazy as hell. Well too bad for you Kiku had way more influence, sway, and power than you did. Way more than you ever could have imagined. One night while on tour in Japan you never make it to your Tokyo venue. And all your millions of fans were left to craft conspiracy theories on your whereabouts.

Kiku roams in humming one of your love songs you collaborated with Perfume.

“Y/N how are you today? Will I finally be able to take you on a date at that upscale restaurant called Towers.” He was itching to fulfill his fantasy of having a spellbinding evening with his perfect darling and great food. But, that was a struggle considering that the months you’d been living with him you hardly tolerated looking in his general direction.

You’ve punched him in the jaw and chipped his tooth when he let his guard down once. Another time you scratched him when he tried to hold you close. You’ve slapped him when he dared to imply that you were married to him. You were having none of his bullshit.

Currently you were strung up to the ceiling in a beautiful (kimono /yukata), (favorite color) and immobilized by the hundreds of feathery metal strings that had been attached to your appendages. You were levitating helplessly in the air all for Kiku’s viewing pleasure. Since it was highly dangerous for him to contain you in any other way.

“How the hell do you think? Awful.” You spit the statement at him with piping hot ire. You started to struggle against your web like restraints.

“I’m sorry you feel that way. Let’s see if I can make you feel differently Y/N.” He pulls a controller from his pocket and enters in a code. The webs tighten around your arms and legs and headphones are placed on you. It’s playing a hypnotic melody that dulls your senses . Kiku amps up the subliminal messaging up to a 10.

Kiku Honda was going to have his darling one way or the other.

[fancyfeathers]

The Games We Play of Dust and Ash (Yandere Moriarty the Patriot Masterlist)

(A/N- I started writing this one and it ended up giving Anthony and Kate energy from Bridgerton and I am here for it)

The first time Mycroft Holmes met his darling was at a ball, he was only attending because he had a meeting with the master of the hours house at midnight and it just so happened that Albert and his darling were in attendance that night. The two men talk for a short while before Albert’s wife points out her sister who had just arrived. Looking at the young lady who was pointed out, she did not seem like much, a shy thing, a little closed off to the suitors who approached her. Then he hears the voice of Albert’s darling chime in again…

“Things have been hard for her since our parents died a few weeks ago, she has been more distant. She used to come over to visit but now it feels like she is avoiding Albert’s family like the plague.”

“I see… please excuse me.”

He approached the young lady breaking through the people who attempted to approach her, saving her from the other gentleman like a knight in shining armor.

“Care for a walk, my lady.”

With not much of a choice she takes his arm and the two excuse themselves from the commotion of the party into the garden. There is only a bit of light conversation between the two of them, more so just a moment of calm from the evening’s commotion. He asks about her family and she answers, always sounding a bit wary about speaking of her brother in law’s family.

“I suggest you stay out of the Moriarty family’s affairs, women like yourself should not be getting involved with such weighty affairs.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

She wasted no time biting back at his statement leaving Mycroft a bit shocked at her response but before he could respond she scoffed and waved him off, marching back through the party and calling for her carriage driver. Meanwhile Mycroft passes by Albert and his darling, and she just chuckles…

“I forgot to tell you that she cannot stand… controlling men like yourself so I will take a guess that you said something she did not like.”

Four weeks after that He keeps on seeing her, but every time she turns up nose and walks away, not wishing to speak to him, but he shouldn’t care after all, there’s no real reason to speak to her besides a small desire to do so.

Then, one day when he’s visiting his brother, he knows from reading over a piece of paper and then he asked about it. He tells his older brother that it’s about a murder case of two nobles that a report he fanc- works with was commissioned to look into.

Take the paper from the younger brother, and find out the doctor who performed the autopsy found out that they were poison, Why are you have a doctors and the commissioner went missing a few days after, and the name of the commissioner is his darling.

She was looking into the death of her parents despite him telling her to stay out of it!

He gets up and leaves right then and there to her home and finds her sitting in the garden. He scolds her for getting involved and-

“Why cannot you leave me alone?! It is like you are obsessed with me!”

She storms off back into her home.

Obsessed with her? He was not obsessed with her!

She was brash, hot headed, unladylike, reckless! He would never wish to court someone like her!

After that he feels like he keeps on seeing her everywhere!

He went to the news bureau to meet with the owner of the paper and he sees her walking down the hall with the same reporter his brother mentioned!

After a meeting in a more unsavory part of town he spots her in an alley with that same blasted reporter talking to a night club singer who he had heard rumors about being an information broker.

Then when he was at the headquarters of Scotland Yard, meeting with an inspector about a drug dealer ring spreading through London, she is there! He spots her leaving the record archive with the doctor who preformed the autopsy and that same reporter!

Why can’t she realize that she is throwing herself into more and more danger the more she investigates this case….

He needs to get her to stop.

He asks for any bit of information about her, anything that can be used as leverage to drag her out of this case. But then when he gets the files on her and her family, he knew all of it already…

He knew that she had punched a Duke on her eighteenth birthday after he tried to propose to her.

He knew that she tried to drown her family’s cat when she was a child because she wanted to see what would happen but did her understand the concept of other people’s pain or the concept of life and death, but now she does of course.

He knows that she would sneak out of her family’s estate and still does to meet with friends who are of a lower standing of hers and how her parents tried to cover it up, afraid of the scandal that it would cause.

He already knew everything about her.

Was he obsessed?

No that couldn’t be.

He just wanted to protect her.

But the way she talked to him in the garden at that party before his final comment that set her off, it felt so kind, so genuine, so real.

He was in love with her.

In love sight the woman who wanted nothing to do with him.

God what was he going to do?

“You are the bane of my existence, and the object of all my desires.”