#yandere butcher

[skmhlml]

Hello!

I think the guy from stay out of the house is so cute! I love your fanfic that you made of him😭😫 so I was wondering if you could make a fanfic of like when you meet his mother or like just a little moment when he talks to us or just stares at us honesty I’ll take him what ever he does 😏

I got chu bbg, let me take care of you🍵

🔪 Okay, so you’re barely holding it together after being dragged into his creepy big ass house, getting ringing wars from the loud alarms and almost bleeding out because of the best traps for ‘your own safety’, and now you meet his mom…

🔪 His mom is giving off major “old horror movie villain” vibes. you feel her watching your every move, but you can’t tell if she hates you or if she’s weirdly proud her son brought someone home. “Oh, finally, a guest,” she’d say, with the creepiest smile.

🔪 There’s this awkward, suffocating tension in the air—his mom asks you questions like, “Do you like blood?” and “Are you a good cook?” (Ma’am, I’m a hostage not a house wife)

🔪 Imagine being in a dimly lit, dingy room, with the Butcher sitting across from you. He’s not saying a word, just staring at you. it’s not normal staring. it’s that intense, unsettling, you’re mine look. (freaky ah.)

🔪 You’d think it’s creepy (and, well, it is), but you can’t help but feel like he’s silently worshipping you, like his mind is filled with all the ways he’s going to keep you safe. His way of safe is terrifying…

🔪 Sometimes, when you catch him staring, you’ll nervously ask, “What are you thinking about?” and he won’t answer. The same weird, possessive look will remain on his face, but his breathing may become heavier, as if your presence overwhelms him.

🔪 You’d also catch him standing outside the door sometimes, just waiting. Not knocking or trying to come in. Just standing there. And the thought of him doing it for hours? Yeah, you kinda get chills, but at the same time, you wonder if he’s standing guard or just… obsessed.

🔪 You catch him watching you while you sleep. Not just from across the room, standing over your bed, so close you can feel his breath on your skin. He’ll stay like that for hours without blinking. Sometimes, he might whisper something low and unintelligible, like a twisted mantra only he understands.

🔪 Sometimes, he’ll just snatch your wrist. Not forcefully, but firmly, as if he’s reminding you that he’s right there. It’s his way of saying “Don’t forget about me” without having to say a word.

🔪 when you’re sitting together in this painful silence, he’ll reach out and touch your hair, just sort of running his fingers through it. It’s weirdly gentle like he’s afraid to hurt you.

🔪 If you even think of escaping, he knows. You don’t know how, but he always senses it. The first time you tried, he didn’t say a word—just caught you mid-act, his grip on your arm so tense it hurt. He hauled you back, hurled you into the dim room, in the human-sized cage, and locked the door. For days, you weren’t sure if he was going to let you eat or if you were going to make it out alive. But you did.

🔪 When he catches you hesitating or staring too long at the door, he’ll remind you what happens to those who leave him. He doesn’t have to say anything; a quick glance at his knife collection or the blood-stained rags in the corner does the talking for him.

[ohburgee]

Captured by the Butchers

tw: murder, gore, kidnapping

(two yandere butcher-killer x smart-reader)

Your head feels weird and painful, and you try to open your eyes. You slowly get up until you open your eyes wide and look around. You are in a room with some wooden boxes, and it looks like a storage room.

You get up from the ground, look around the place, and look at yourself. Your hands are dirty, and you look for your phone, but it's gone. Then you try to remember what happened.

You remember you were in your car with your best friend you two going to visit your grandmother you two driving at midnight in the middle of the forest and you saw a blocked driveway you saw a shortcut way and decided to drive there until there was a dead pig in the road.

You and your best friend try to investigate and you try to look around until a person knocks at your door glass and it's a guy as you stare at him and your hands grip the steering wheel you feel something not good and you look at your best friend, as before you drive the guy broke the glass with a hammer and knocked you off...

And now you're here alone and you realize your best friend is nowhere to be seen you start to walk around the place finding something and you walk towards the only door in the room you turn the doorknob but it's locked, I think they changed the door position.

As you continue looking around find something to open the door, after a minute of searching you find a thin metal and you bend it and walk towards to door put your right ear to the door and put the metal inside the doorknob, till you hear flick and the door is now unlocked as you open it slowly peaking outside its a small hallway.

You get out of the room and slowly walk towards the hallway the place looks like old past vibes the wallpaper on the wall is just old design and the windows are blocked by wooden, as you reach the doorframe with no doors there are few doors.

You went towards the first door and it was locked and went to the second door and its a bathroom and you started to look around inside but no things to help you and you went to the third door and it was a living room as you went inside and look around and you spotted a newspaper in the sofa and it a murdered news, a guy found dead in the middle of forest and his body are scattered and his face are missing with two eyes his mouth are bleeding with blood, god who would do this?

As you put the newspaper back and started looking around for something a weapon as you think this place might be a killer's place you want to be sure and you need a weapon to protect yourself.

There's a long red thing and it's a crowbar, thanks gracious you need this, and it's perfect for you to defend yourself whoever is here a killer perhaps. You get out of the room and go to the fourth door and it is the kitchen with the dining room you look around this area and find nothing then to the fifth door an area that looks like a resting area with a sofa near the window, not kinda lie the place is cozy since outside is raining, and you saw a picture frame with two guys the tall one looks like the older and the second one is a bit tall looks like the younger but you didn't mind and continue looking, you went every door and found nothing and you try to open every window but they all won't budge.

Then you went towards the last door and it was a room that looked like a storage room there was a gate door and try to push but it won't budge and you took your crowbar and used it to push the side of it after you avail to open and there's a guy scare you with a baseball bat.

"Oh uhm... I thought you were with the brothers" he said and you fell on the ground and looked at him "Are you their victim?" he asked and you got up from the ground and took your crowbar "Yes I was brought here and found myself inside the room locked and I probably kidnapped" you told him and he nodded his head "Are you trying to escape?" "As if I'm doing right now but I have to find my best friend we got separated maybe the killer took him," you told the guy "Killers there two of them," the guy said and you looked at him.

"Tim, by the way, I was also caught and brought here but I tried to escape," Tim said and you just looked at him and told him your name "There's a back area and a backdoor here that it's the only way out here," he said "But this two sadistic killer are roaming around the place I can't pass them" he added and lower his base bat "How long you have been here?" you ask him "I'll be here for 3 days now and I can't go since I don't want to get caught and be killed I just stay here waiting for the right opportunity"

"Do you know these two killers?" you ask Tim wanting to know this killer before you go on and look for your best friend, "I heard that they kill a lot of people I was living around the town here and I heard they do disgusting and worst killing they cupped it like its an animal, that's why they called Brother's Butcher police won't do anything but let the brothers do the killings" he said and you look down examined the situation you are now, you are quiet smart here so you need to be alert and know everything before you do the things to escape.

"If you can help me look for my best friend and escape here," you ask Tim and looks at you for a second and slowly nods his head, he seems scared and nervous but your priority is to find your best friend and escape.

You two started walking towards inside the gate door and saw more hallways and before you two walked more you heard a voice a bit pitch and manly voice as you slowly approached it and listened to their conversation.

"Dude what will you do to that friend of a woman," the pitch voice said "Well I have plenty of things on my mind," the deep manly voice said "You are full of fun Ryan," the pitch one said and the name of the deep one is, Jackson. "Where did that boy go?" the pitch one asked "He got away after I tried to chop his hand but let him roam around i want a hide-and-seek game," Ryan said and heard a smirking voice.

You realized you needed to hurry and find your best friend before its too late, you told Tim to start to look for her, you two went to the broken room and there were two doors and Tim went to the left one and he told you its just some storage room and you went to the right one and its lock and you put your ears near at the door and heard low breath, you immediately took the thin metal you just use and do the process earlier, their doors are just ordinary so its easy to use and unlock it.

After a second the door unlocks and you open it and see your best friend tied to the ground you quickly go towards them untie the rope around his hands and take off the clothes on his mouth.

"Are you alright did they hurt you, tell me?!" you ask him and he slowly shakes his head and he starts to cry and you hug him "We have to get out here, we don't have much time its good to move quickly, let's go" you said and got up and took your best friend and Tim followed behind.

As you three walked around the garden look area before you three turned around and saw the young-looking guy he looked surprised but his face went into a smirk "Well looks like the pigs are out!" he yelled and started sprinting towards to us, as we three started to run going corner and corners until we both three went inside in a living room and lock the door.

"What will we do now, they found us," Tim said and you looked at him "Look something vent I examined the place has its vent maybe," you said and your best friend called you "Over here there's a vent here" he said and you both went towards him, "This one good come on we have to hurry before he barge in" as you let them both guide inside the vent you look around and luckily you found a pistol, you didn't see that earlier and immediately took it after that the door broke and the guy barge in.

"You little bitch!" he yelled and immediately sprint towards you as you point the pistol and shot him in the shoulder he fell on the ground and you heard a deep voice and quickly went vent and follow behind as you crawl and got out the vent as you look around and saw you went back to the garden area.

"Come on let go," you said and you took your best friend's hand as Tim followed "Did you just shoot him I heard shotgun," Tim said "Yes I just shot his shoulder made him weak and slow," you said and you three run towards the hallway as before you three run to the door you heard a scream behind and you turn around and saw Tim got trapped in a bear trap as he hissed in pain his feet is bleeding.

"Dont panic I'll move the bear trap," you said as you pulled the bear trap but you all heard a voice yell, "I think you two should go," Tim said "What no, you said you were going to escape," you said as you continue pulling "Go, leave me!" as you look at him and took your best friend and started to run leaving Tim.

You two run towards the door and before you can go near the door a metal spear hits your feet and makes you trapped your best friend looks at you and quickly tries to pull the spear and you both hear the voice and you both turn around and your eyes widen, you saw Tim's head cut from his body.

You turn your head to the left side hallway and see the other guy that you shot earlier point the gun at your best friend before the bullet is out you yell at your best friend and he quickly dodges it you took your pistol and point at him and shot him again on his other shoulder then to the other guy on the feet, as you slowly but quickly pull your feet out the spear and you successful out of it and your best friend help you as you both went towards the door and open it another room appeared.

You point your finger towards the gate door and your best friend goes to it and the gate is locked "It needs a key" your best friend says and before you can move your feet to look around, you hear a voice a young boy's voice, "Hey anyone there?" "Yes who are you, are you one of the brothers?" you ask "No no I'm not I was also caught by them but they spared me," he said and you looked around for a key "Do you also escape too?" you ask "No I can't" he reply "Why? We need to get out here before it's too late" "No can't move anymore" he said and the realization took you.

"They took my both legs and now here tied in the chair" he added "I'm sorry," You said "But I can help you find the key I know where they hid it, they hid it in the basement to prevent people getting it I was put there before after I got here," he said and you slowly went towards the door beside and open it leading downstairs.

"On the top of wooden boxes you see a few keys there and find the one with a red orb on it," he said listen to his words, "I'll get it," your best friend asks you and you look at her eyes follow it to your feet you can barely walk so you slowly nodded, "Be careful," you told him and he nodded his head and went inside before he goes down further you heard a chuckling at the boy's voice before you could react the door shut immediately and you quickly went towards the door and try to open it but no avail.

"Tsk tsk, the poor lady can't walk properly" You turn around and see the brothers in front of you as you look at their back your pistol is there and you look at them in shock face, "Dont worry your best friend is fine there, he just need to enjoy the darkness" the young looking guy said "I'm glad your buddy Jack is helpful" the older looking who is Ryan said, Jack chuckle you realize that the boy that gave you info is helping them "Bastard" you said.

"Don't worry we will have a fun time since it is a full moon its great to celebrate the Day of Death"

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! my first Halloween story and I'm glad I fully write a real horror one i got inspired by a game and it is a really cool game, i will be writing three stories for this Halloween day for my Halloween special, I'm a fan of horror theme/genre so stay update for my upcoming Halloween second story :D

(Bonus: I'll be post the Part 2 of The Father's Debt anytime soon i didn't post last week since I waited for this Halloween to come and yeah)

[astolfofo]

…I had a thought about the halovians(specifically sunday) and want to know peoples opinions. do u think he has nesting instincts? :3 thank u for listening to my ted talk.

hi (i did say i was gonna answer this 2 weeks ago unfortunately I forgot i'm so sorry.) But anyways, thank you for your ask, and 100% he does.

tw: non-con, forced pregnancy, dark content. truly the unedited sleep deprived trying to write.

Okay i finished writing this i know you didn't ask for acutal writing but i went ahead and did it anyways because why not hope u don't mind

also excuse the fact that thus was posted at 4am and I was half falling asleep already while writing this.

There were three days in your life that you could have called the worst.

The first one was the day when Sunday took your life away from you, and claimed you to be his "wife". The second was when first time he chose to be intimate. The third was when you got pregnant as a result.

Nothing had ever stuck to you like the day after that. You felt like washing the sheets until your hands would bleed. You wanted to submerge yourself in bleach until every fiber of your body burned, shriveled up, and died.

You wanted to forget that it happened. That the events in the previous night ever happened at all.

But the soreness between your legs was a constant reminder. And even though the pain went away after a few days, it was replaced by something much worse. Something you feared.

You saw the signs from the second you got them. Your body felt heavy. You were constantly tired. You had lost interest in eating. It was obvious what was going on.

And for a few days, you tried to hide it. The longer Sunday didn't know, the better it was for you. That way, you could slowly while away your last few moments in peace before everything was taken from you in entirety.

After a few weeks, you couldn't hide it anymore. You remember staring at the double line on the pregnancy test.

You almost instantly broke down into tears. It wasn't anything that you hadn't already know n, but maybe part of you still just believed you were ill, that maybe there was another reason why you had missed your period that month. That the pain you kept experiencing was just from some kind of illness.

The last thing you could keep away from Sunday was taken away from you that day. The sense of freedom you could've had.

To Sunday, you suppose this was the final step he needed to take to bind you to him. Another way to control you. Another way to keep you in his arms, and make sure you wouldn't let go.

And if you didn't want to get murdered by the press, if you didn't want to further sabotage both your own and Sunday's public image, you knew to take it.

You had no choice but to take it. You were no more than an insect trapped under his thumb.

-

out of the two of you, there was only one person that was particularly enthusiastic about having a child.

It certainly wasn't you.

Ever since you had first found out about the pregnancy, you had felt empty. As if someone directly sucked the soul out of your body.

You weren't yourself anymore. You hadn't been for a long time.

Sunday didn't seem too bothered by it though.

You weren't sure if it was just his own parental instincts, or whether he could tell that it was almost time for you go into labour. Maybe it was a combination of both. You didn't care. You couldn't care less.

All you knew was that his presence was suffocating. Overbearing. Invasive, even.

You couldn't do anything by yourself. Sunday felt the need to assist you with everything you did. Even basic tasks such as grabbing an object, he insisted that he would get for you.

But what set you off the most, was his intense urge to keep the house in order. You had never seen him having such intense urges to organize a room even when just the slightest thing was out of order. He couldn't stand seeing the slightest speck of dust, he couldn't stand seeing the furniture just an inch out of place.

It drove you to madness.

If you had even slightly misplaced something Sunday you would notice Sunday getting slightly agitated.

From the moment he came home, to the moment he would fall asleep, he spent every waking second making sure the house was perfectly in order, before obsessing over you. At some point you just wanted to wave him off. Lock yourself in the bathroom and sleep for a long period of time, until you had no concept of reality anymore.

You didn't have it in you to keep going. week after week, month after month, Sunday's final goal had always to perfect you into an obedient wife that would do as they were told. And no matter how you tried to fight it... you were always forced back into obedience.

There's two cold fingers touching your chin, and lifting your face up, until you're forced to meet a pair of eyes.

They're bright. Everytime you see them, you can't help but try to look away. They were as bright as the sun, and just like the sun, you felt as if you were going to be blinded jfyou looked at them for too long. You guess it could've also been a sentiment to the power he held over you too.

"Dear, did you hear a word I just said?"

It's an obvious answer. But, you know better by now just to answer the question. You slightly shake your head, which supposedly satisfied him enough, to let go of the fi gers holding your head up.

He sighs, you're not sure in annoyance or in disappointment.

"If you keep acting like this, I'm going to need to resort to drastic measures..."

You look at him one more time. You remember how when you first saw him, you thought of him to be beautiful. To be almost ethereal.

You regret falling into that hypnosis. You regret looking at him at all.

Look at where it got you.

[devourable]

drunk cuddly darling + sober yan

vs

sober darling + drunk yan

do yans have any preference on either scenario or is it just no bueno either way

im just gonna simplify this ask down a bit. m!yanderes + f!yanderes x cuddly drunk gn darling 🫶 (no poly/non humans for the sake of my sanity)

⛪️ ;; abe is not the type to drink, never has been and never will be, even if you pressure him to drink more, so while he doesn’t exactly approve of you getting drunk either, he just cant bring himself to be mad at you. not when you’re being so sweet to him! he’s happy that you’re content to just be held by him until you fall asleep rather than get into any trouble that he’s not prepared to deal with. be ready to wake up to a scolding by him though, you could get sick if you go overboard! even if he kind of likes it when you do.

[cw dubcon] 🖥️ ;; god bless any darling who gets drunk around gene because if he can tell you’re inebriated he’s either trying to fuck you or is equally as hammered (if not more). so when you get drunk and start getting all touchy with him he sees it as an invitation to take things further. you wanted the attention, you can’t get mad at how he chooses to give it! it isn’t his fault, you just make really cute faces when you’re wasted. he’ll give you a little apology gift for your sore insides when you’re up the next day — one most likely made up of painkillers and your favorite takeout.

🪶;; it irritates sterling to no end that you got drunk. don’t you know you have an image to uphold? he’s prattling on and on about how he’s sick of your disgraceful behavior and how unbecoming it is for you to waste your time fucking up your brain, until your arms are around him and you’re snuggling up against him. then his words are all caught in his throat and hes tripping through his sentences, half heartedly trying to reprimand you still, but he eventually settles down and (begrudgingly) holds you until you’re asleep. he’ll swear to himself its only this one time; if you remember the next day and try to tease him about it he literally wont talk to you for a week.

💪 ;; valentina had already planned to simply cuddle you till you went to sleep, so the fact that you initiated it makes her elated. she likes how it feels when you squirm in her arms, too out of it to be able to do anything but what she wants. it’s like she’s handling a living doll! she carries you around like one, too, going about her day with one hand and holding you you with the other. yes, it makes doing things way more difficult and yes, the arm she carried you with will be sore for days, but it’s well worth it to her.

[cw dubcon, again] 👑 ;; althea ordered you to go to bed the moment you stumbled into her presence in your inebriated state. when you instead clung to her and insisted on cozying up instead, while it annoyed her, she took it upon herself to make sure you got to bed and couldn’t get into any trouble. but you insisted on her staying with you! and the way you tangled her body up with yours and dragged your hands across her form in a move that couldn’t have been entirely innocent (to her, at least), allie couldn’t help but help herself to your body. you practically owed it to her, anyway; and the way you whimpered and sighed for her proved that you didn’t seem to mind too much anyway.

🥩 ;; rhodes doesn’t particularly care for drunks, they’re used to them being loud and obnoxious. so they’re not exactly happy when they find you after having a bit too much to drink. they’e expecting a tedious night of making sure you don’t hurt yourself or others, so it’s a pleasant surprise when you seek them out for comfort instead. they still would prefer you being sober so you’d be able to better appreciated them taking the day off to be with you, but they’re satisfied with the time you spend with them regardless.

[bella-goths-wife]

Post sex conversation and assassinations on the side

Content: this is kind of just an introduction to the new au im creating basically

Warnings: mentions of sex, cigarettes, murder, drug overdose, terrible plot building, murder in exchange for money, drug use, alcohol use, gore

^first time making one of these so tell me if it’s trash

Butcher and Becca both let out a long sigh of relief as they enter an embrace and enjoy their post sex glow, laying together in the back of the truck that butcher had used to sneak out and meet her in.

He holds her lovingly as he gazed down at the woman he had thought to dead for so long, memorising the details of her face that had previously become blurry in his mind during her absence. Though, this lovers bliss he was temporarily experiencing was forever dulled by the knowledge that she’d have to return to her glorified cage and he would have to return to his hideout to avoid having her killed by homelander and his happy families delusions.

Butcher goes into his pocket and takes out his cigarettes before lighting one and taking a drag, becca looks at him with a disapproving gaze before taking it from his hand and puffing out the smoke in his face in an almost playful gesture. Butcher only smiles, falling into their old post sex routines already.

“I still can’t believe that you were here all this time” butcher says in a low, almost regretful tone “all by yourself”

“I wasn’t all alone” becca comments with an absent mind as she enjoys the heat of laying with her lover.

“Well yeah, you had the kid an’ all” butcher says with a slight scoff at the mention of homelanders spawn “but you can’t have much conversation with a bawling baby”

“No, there were more people than just Ryan and I” Becca explains calmly as she looks up at her lover

“There were?” Butcher says with a confused look “who?”

“Homelander has more than just Ryan” Becca explains “he had another kid”

“There’s more in there?” Butcher asks with a scoff as his head motions to the secluded neighbourhood that becca was being kept in

“Not anymore” Becca says with a shake of her head

“What happened?” Butcher asks with a slight bit of morbid curiosity

“I don’t know” Becca admits with a sigh “one day they were here, the next they’d gone and vought refused to explain”

“Who’s they?” Butcher asks curiously

“Never met the mom, she mostly stayed inside so I only saw her from her windows” Becca explains “but I met her kid, a sweet little girl who’d visit me most days”

“Homelanders kid being sweet?” Butcher asks with a scoff of disbelief

Becca elbows him in the side at the indirect insult to Ryan, butcher lets out a groan and shields himself from any future blows.

“Yes, she wasn’t like her dad, she didn’t even know who he was” becca says with a scoff “she was just a hyper little girl who wanted company, she was the only one I really talked too since Ryan was only a baby and her mother never left the house”

“How old was she?” Butcher asks curiously as he takes a drag from his cigarette

“She was eight when Ryan was born, she would have been around nineteen by now” Becca says as she does the math in her head

“Would’ve been?” Butcher picks up on the undertone of her words

“Last time I saw her she was thirteen, her and her mother just disappeared into thin air” becca says with a sigh “all their stuff gone and no trace of them ever existing”

“So you think vought killed them?” Butcher assumes with a scoff

“I don’t know, maybe?” Becca says with an unsure tone “I hope not”

“Why, she’s not your kid?” Butcher says with a confused expression “and she’s homelanders daughter”

“That doesn’t matter, she was just a kid” Becca states defensively before sighing “sometimes I just sit and wonder where she could be, if she’s safe and happy or if she’s buried somewhere here”

“Vought probably killed her” butcher states bluntly “that or they are milking her for whatever she had in a lab somewhere”

“Maybe” becca says with an unsure look “I just wonder where she is now”

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“Your whiskey, sir” you offer the man with a smile as you place his drink on the coaster next to him

“Yeah, yeah” the man waves you off and takes a sip of his drink before turning back to his associates “Mike, you have to think about this, this is a big deal”

You keep your forced smile on as you return to your position next to the miniature bar set up in the hotels meeting room, holding your tongue and all the things you wanted to scream at this up his own ass executive.

“I’m hearing you joe, but it’s too much of a risk” the other executive states with a scoff

“But think of the money, we could profit if we just let homelander run off the script a bit” the man tries to reason

“And have him spout off a racist comment within the first five seconds of being on live TV? Yeah no thanks” the other executive shuts down the idea.

Their tedious conversation is interrupted suddenly by the loud blaring of the hotels fire alarm. They look at each other in shock briefly before spouting off complaints on the lack of professionalism.

The other executive tries to get up and unlock the door before quickly realising it’s locked from the inside.

“Give us your damn key” he demands with a scoff and an open palm, his irritation only growing as the hotels sprinkler system activates because of the fire alarm.

You simply shake your head and remain still as a statue next to the miniature bar. The executive practically growls as he begins charging towards you with an infuriated expression.

“Listen here, you little bitch” the executive yells out as he storms towards you “give me the fucking key, now-“

He’s interrupted by his own gurgling as his head slowly slips off of his shoulders and on to the floor and his body collapses. Your custom made metal bartending tray with razor sharp edges has embedded itself in the wall in the other side of the room on its journey through the executives throat.

The man lets out a scream as he looks at his friends now headless body before scrambling for the door and trying his hardest to yank it open.

“God, you people don’t know how to ask nicely for anything huh?” You say with a chuckle as you undo the bow tie and rolling up the sleeves of your bartending uniform, you scoff when you notice the man’s attempts to open the door “no point in doing that, even if you somehow managed to open it, you’d face two of my men who have been standing guard since we got in here”

The man stares at the door as he contemplates his options before he backs away from the door and arms himself with a cheese knife from the cheese board and stares at you. You almost chuckle at his sad attempts at self defence.

The man looks at you before arming himself with the knife and charging at you with the intent to kill you to escape.

You smirk as you make eye contact with the man while he’s charging at you, your pupils expanding to almost fill the entire eye.

The man stops suddenly and stands there in silence for a few tense seconds before dropping the knife and gripping his throat desperately, clawing at it like a feral cat.

Sweat accumulates on the man’s body as he feels it harder to breath and his body begins to fill with pains extending from his chest.

“They always go for the attack approach” you comment to yourself with a laugh as you go to the door to unlock it and let the other men enter

They give you a nod as they go to take the headless man’s body away, the man crawling desperately to them in a silent cry for help.

“They aren’t on your side, stupid” you say with a laugh as you crouch in front of him “they get the same payout as me, it’s unlikely they’ll give that up to help a fat slob like you”

The man claws at his chest before looking at the drink you handed him earlier. He then tries jamming his fat fingers down his throat

“What are you doing?” You ask confused before following his line of site and laughing “you think i poisoned you? Please, I’m not that sloppy”

You let out a laugh as you sit cross legged in front of the desperately dying man who looks at you with a mix of fear and confusion.

“Your overdosing” you say calmly as you grab his hair and lift up his head and look into his wild eyes “slowly and painfully”

The man lets out gurgled sounds of pain and confusion as he claws at your legs as if asking for mercy.

“Now we both know a good Christian man like yourself doesn’t do drugs, that’s the message you spread to the press anyway” you say with a smirk “so let me explain, I’m currently giving you the effects of cocaine which would usually be a pleasant experience but I’m making sure you get the effects of too much cocaine”

The men who had removed the body come back in and began to set the scene in the hotel meeting room, trashing things and laying out lines of coke on the table and around the room.

“I could have chosen a more pleasant drug to do this with, a less painful one” you explain with a chuckle “but you pissed off the wrong people and our client has asked that we do this as painfully and humiliating as possible”

You get up and you get a small bit of coke on your fingertips. You grip the man’s jaw until his mouth opens and you let out a huff of disgust as you put your fingers in his mouth and you spread the cocaine on his gums to leave physical residue for the post mortuary exam to uncover and the press to exploit and use.

“This isn’t gonna look good for you, a good Christian man found overdosed on coke” you say with a grin “what will the wife think?”

The man’s eyes well up with tears as he sobs out in pain. You laugh with a grin as you get up and use your heel to tip him on his back.

“Sugar” one of your friends call as he finishes dressing the room for the press pictures “we only have five minutes to leave before the supes get here, hurry up and finish it”

You sigh before giving a thumbs up to your two friends who were becoming increasingly more anxious as the time goes on, you think about making them experience the effects of a Xanax to get them to chill out but you decide against it with a shake of your head.

“Well then, guess our time has ended here” you say with a grin as you look down at the dying man “Edgar sends his regards, don’t piss off people with connections like he has if you want to stay alive next time”

You increase the dosage mentally as your eyes connect which pushes him over the edge and the life slowly drains from his eyes.

“Sugar” your friend yells again as you go over to where your tray had embedded itself in the wall “two minutes, hurry the fuck up”

“One sec” you say with a huff as you grab the tray and pull it free from the wall.

You pull the tray free with a groan before cleaning the blood from it. It shines as you hold it up to your face and you stare into your own eyes while you recite the chemical makeup for the cocaine and the dosage in your head, you watch as your pupils dilate to the large size again before feeling the familiar sensation of energisation fill your body pleasantly.

“Okay, ready” you say with a excited grin as you grab your friends hands and begin to run out the room “let’s get out of here”

You and your friends leave quickly and run free, leaving behind the slumped over dead body of the executive who had been making challenging decisions within vought.

You hoped Mr Edgar would be happy enough with your job to leave a hefty tip.

This is probably super stupid but I’ve had the idea for this kinda of power for ages and I just needed to write it down.

Let me know what you think :)

[sunriozz]

...bad ending?

Clean ver

[random-things-of-mine]

𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴

Lovesick Wally x GN Reader

Butcher Wally x GN Reader

Yandere Wally x GN Reader

Warning: Angst??

Based on a story written by GonIsSoSilly on Wattpad.

Their story revolves around Y/n who is stuck with the AU Wally's living in their home. I really liked the authors portray of the trio mentioned in the title.

- - - - -

Oh fuck. Not them again-

Y/n tried to manoeuvre out of sight, speed walking to their kitchen to avoid Lovesick and Yandere who descended from the stairs in the hallway, loudly bickering about who of the two deserved them more.

Those two where nothing but trouble. One was leaving a mess wherever he walked, black sludge dripping from his eyes, it occasionally moved on it own as if looking for a new host. The other one was holding a knife wielding it carelessly, not afraid to use it.

They where clearly looking for their one and only darling. 

But like... no thanks.

Y/n stood in front of their kitchen counter, they reached up towards the top shelf to reach for something. They had to stand on their tippy toes, as their fingers brushed searchingly against the plastic and ceramic cups.

Clearly someone had rearranged their stuff, probably Rainbow seeing as everything was put up so high, they couldn't even see what they where trying to grab. 

Speaking of him, his #1 dad mug was near the sink, containing a toothbrush and toothpaste. Did that man have to leave that there? There was a bathroom for a reason.

With one final movement they took a random mug, they placed it down pouring apple juice in it instead of coffee or tea which it was supposed to be used for.

"Ain't no way-" They said out loud as they looked at the mug, seeing it was merch of Actor, his face plastered onto the side. "I don't recall buying this... he probably added it himself."

What was up with these puppets, doing whatever they pleased in their home.

Too distracted with their own thoughts Y/n wasn't paying attention to their surroundings. It was too late as Butcher leaned on their shoulder.

And the dude was heavy erhm- well build is what they meant.

"Hello lamb~ Fancy seeing you here, want me to prepare you something nice and savory."

"I guess. I haven't eaten yet today."

They shrugged, trying not to whince from the pressure he was putting on their shoulder. He chuckled in his raspy voice before finally releasing them, starting to cut up a chuck of meat.

"Want me to prepare it spicy or sweet?"

"I don't care, anything works. Though..  if you could add some vegetables that would be appreciated."

Y/n couldn't help but smile a bit as Butchers expression turned sour at the mention of their request. He was not a fan of any plant like foods. 

"Meat is all you need." He said, stating it as a fact.

"As nicely as that rhymes, I know what I want and need to stay healthy." 

He begrudgingly gave in, starting to cook up the meal for his favorite lamb.

"Where are my precious?" Y/n questioned as they where looking around for Grayscale and Original. 

Those two where simply the sweetest and they where eager to cuddle with them. 

"Looking for us, darling~" Yandere said flirtatiously.

"Cause we certainly where looking for you." Lovesick crooned.

With a sigh they turned around to face the troublesome duo.

"Actually I was searching for-"

"No need, most everyone else is out today as Actor forced them to act as models for his new shoot." Yandere interrupted. "But I refused of course, seeing as I couldn't abandon you."

"Me neither! I just can't stay away from you." Lovesick joined in as his eyes where glazed over.

That would explain why it felt so empty for once in their house. 

The human made a mental note to get a look at the pictures or videos that would be taken of the modeling puppets.

"So now you can give all your attention to me."

"No me!" 

Lovesick and Yandere started bickering again, which quickly turned violent. As Y/n tried to sneak away they simultaneously grabbed a hold of one of their arms, holding it in a death grip.

"You aren't leaving." They hissed, for once in sync.

Feeling a certain level of danger and uncomfortable they tried breaking free.

"Let go of me."

"No." They simply say back, their hold ever so slighty growing tighter if that was possible.

"Butcher! Help me out!"

No sooner he appeared from the kitchen, approaching menacingly with his cleaver. And they almost regretted calling him in due to the feral look in his eyes but he was the only other one present in the house currently. 

"Don't bother lamb. And don't bruise their tender delectable skin." 

"Stay out of this you freak!" 

"We aren't hurting them... we are simply showing our loveeee~"

Y/n used the distraction to yank their body backwards, realizing this was a bit to much for them handle. Running back to their bedroom to lock themselves in.

But their running triggered something more primal in the three unstable individuals.

The desire to chase.

no no no no NO NO NO NO AAAHHH

Y/n trashed around as they where dragged down the stairs by multiple hands. The fall and rough treatment making it feel like they just broke a rib.

They now laid down on the floor, coughing and breathing heavily. As three menaces looked down upon them with wide grins.

Yandere noticed them struggle to put together their thoughts. He then decided to speak once again, picking them up from the floor, his hands staying firmly on their waist for support.

"Come on now, surely you can speak... Say want we want to hear... you know what we crave."

"I won't deny giving you three attention again."

Yandere smirked, this time he was proud and a slight bit satisfied. He was delighted to have heard them finally admit this.

"Good, let me hear the other words, that you are sticking by our and most importantly MY side."

"I won't run anymore..." They said vaguely hoping it would suffice as they glared back at him.

Yandere continued to hold them tightly, enjoying the feeling he got by just knowing that they were in his grasp.

"Say it with certainty." He commented, his tone sounded a bit cocky but also demanding.

He moved one of his hands from their waist to their face, tilting their head back, forcing their eyes to look up, directly at him. His fingers gripped their chin gently but firmly.

But before more could be said the moment was interrupted.

Lovesick waltzed over, pressing himself into Y/n, his arms clinging onto them like they where a lifeline. Yandere suppressed a growl of annoyance as he had to fight the urge to stab him.

"Yes you are all ours now. Mmh~" The disease ridden patient said as his thoughts where clouded by lovesick delirium.

"I'll get 99% of their time, you and that other freak can share the remaining 1%." The obsessive killer hissed in distain.

As they started bickering Butcher closed in looming over them all with a threatening expression.

"Ours indeed. And it'll stay that way, no matter what." The morbid butcher laughed menacingly as he pulled everyone over into a off-putting group hug.

These three would be the death of you.

- - - - -

[cute-bag-of-bones]

Can't Trust A Supe

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Masterlist

Part 1: "Uncle" Billy

Part 2: Ma Petite Poulette

Part 3: I'm scared

Part 4: You Got My Eyes

Part 5: No Running Away

Part 6: Angel Face

Part 7: Skin

Part 8: Pen and Paper

Part 9: Get Well Soon

Part 10: Blind

Part 11: Blush

Part 12: Homelander Apology

Part 13: Pepper Spray

Part 14: Milk

[heartfullofleeches]

I'm sicker than a mf rn so I decided to doodle Liu to try and make myself feel better 🤒🤧

As a wise anon once said- live, laugh, love, Liu 💖 (I hope you don't mind that I brought back my baker-- I was just feeling a lil self-indulgent when making these I'm ngl 🥴)

This has been on my mind the very second I saw it and I have finally finished the art I hope shows a fraction of my appreciation

Started drawing this when you first sent it so I thought it'd be cute to draw Liu taking care of your baker. Hope you're feeling better now! No joke I cannot put into words how much I love your art. Liu smiling makes me feel like a criminal for every angsty thing I've written with them. Your baker oc is absolutely adorable too and I love them together. Liu would be the type to crouch/place their head on someone's shoulder to close the height gap - or just straight pick them up. Thank you so much and again I hope you're feeling better now! ❤️

[starsetven]

I'm sorry but I'm wheezing at the fact that Link feels threatened by a fictional character instead of feeling threatened by Vic...That's just funny to me 😭

also just noticed that Link can speak French? My guy...My first language is French...

*start to yap in french*

I can teach him how to speak Turkish and German, I myself am a person who can speak 4 languages

Link doesn’t like it when you gush about Vic either- especially during your shifts at work. He’s just good at internalizing his grievances.~Link may not be threatened by Vic, but he still finds Vic to be insufferable.

As for languages, Link can speak English, French, and Polish! He would love to learn other languages you know, so whatever languages you speak, he’ll study common phrases and sentences so he can speak your languages with you! :)

“Seni çok özledim, aşkım.” 💚

[princedyrewrites]

Want You (Butcher!Wally x Reader)

Welcome Home ~ Butcher Wally Darling AU Oneshot This fic was requested by ZillyKittyXD on Wattpad. ((let's just pretend it didn't take me 3 months to actually start writing this...))

TW: A bit of yandere behaviour from Wally. Mentions of blood, knives, and the implied murder of another character. Character uses they/them pronouns (some people are triggered by this?).

Wally hadn't known what the strange feeling was. It was almost like that feeling he got when he killed, only... It was different. It was... Warmer. He only felt it when you were with him, or when you were on his mind. And with this feeling came want. And he'd never wanted like he wanted with you.

He wasn't supposed to want you. He knew that. But that knowledge didn't stop the feeling he always got around you. It didn't stop the wanting. In fact, knowing that only fueled the feeling. Especially now that you seemed to be in the habit of visiting his shop every day. The more Wally saw of you, the more he experienced that feeling. The more intense the want became. Each glimpse of you sent him through a rush. Sometimes it was a good feeling, and sometimes it made him sick. But either way, it always left him wanting to experience it again. To see you and feel that lightness in the head. He liked to tell himself that his desire to be with was only to identify this... odd, feeling he felt. Or maybe even to make you his next victim. He liked to ignore the little you-shaped hole you'd dug out in his heart and made yourself at home in. It wasn't until that day you walked in with Howdy's scent on you and a basket of suspiciously discounted apples that he finally acknowledged it. You were supposed to belong to Wally, but that grub couldn't seem to keep his nose in his own business...

Y/n walks into Wally's shop, the air tainted with the coppery smell of blood. They place a basket of apples on the counter (half of them Howdy had given them for free) and tap the rusty little service bell. They wonder why Wally even put it there in the first place. He seems to always know the moment someone enters, and the dainty little bell looks rather out of place in a butchers shop. Wally walks into view, wiping a dirty knife off on his equally dirty apron. He must have just finished cutting up some meat to sell. Y/n smiles at him as he looks up. His expression darkens ever so slightly when he sees the basket of discounted apples Howdy had given you. Y/n smiles. "Hey, Wally! I brought you apples!" Wally stares at the basket, part of him wondering if they were doing this to purposefully mess with him. But they couldn't possibly know how they affected him... Could they? "Thank you.. Neighbour." He says slowly, his gaze shifting from the apples to them. "You... Smell like Howdy." He didn't like the way Y/n blushed when he said that. "Oh! Well, we hugged before I left to come here..." "I see..." Wally mumbles before resuming a casual attitude, giving no hint to the macabre plan already forming in his mind. Y/n gave Wally half the apples, and after receiving their thanks, were on their way back home, humming a jovial tune to themselves.

-- Time Skip --

A few days later Y/n visits his shop again, seeming to be lost in thought when they come in. They went to visit Howdy the other day, but he was nowhere to be found. They tried again today, but no one had even seen him. "What's the matter, Neighbour?" Wally asks, false innocence lining his tone. "I just... Haven't seen Howdy around lately. I'm starting to get worried." Wally's smile tightens. "Oh, I'm sure there's nothing to worry about. He'll turn up." He pauses, tilting his head. "Is that the only reason you came to visit today?" Y/n smiles. "Oh, no. I enjoy visiting you simply for the company, but I thought I'd ask you just in case you saw him." Wally hums in response, busying himself with a bloody knife. Y/n stares at the knife in his hands, noting the fresh blood covering it. "What kind of meat did you get in today?" Wally chuckles. "Oh, I have a very special stock today... I cannot give you the details though." "At least tell me what kind of meat it is?" Y/n asks, pouting. "Oh... One you're quite familiar with." Wally replies with a smirk. "Pork?" "Hah... Close enough." The fact that Howdy had ever dared to steal his little Y/n was enough for Wally to consider him swine. Not that he thought much of him before that.

A/N: Yay! Finally finished. What do y'all think? Part two?

This goes for the above content (except for the picture, I got that off Pinterest. The rights to that go to the artist): © Prince 2024. All rights reserved.

[datesinredink]

Messy little thing i drew while listening to butcher vanity- great song btw would highly recommend

I debated making his skin green and not white but I decided to stick more closely to the original mv

[sonicfanon1]

TW: BLOOD

Yandere Ragatha because why not? This is collab art I made with @zoobietadc who made the initial sketch I used as a reference for my 3D render. They also made a 2D render!

[devourable]

god dammit yall are forcing my hand. heres smth small b4 i take my nap

rhodes likes to ignore abe's little whines for attention, let it become a nice background noise for them while they have their fun with you. but sometimes abe is just too hungry for you, sometimes he gets so needy and so loud that they just can't. its really hard for them to focus on you when abe is rutting so hard against the edge of their bed that he's practically fucking it, babbling about how he's been so good lately and he just needs something! anything! he's so hard that it hurts! can't he please just touch you?

no, he can't, according to rhodes. have you seen how he uses that horsecock he has between his legs? he fucks like an animal. they don’t wanna risk him hurting you because he’s too stupid to know how not to. but since he can't keep quiet and wait his turn like the good boy he so desperately claims to be, they'll just have to put his mouth to good use instead.

it isn't exactly what abe wants, but when rhodes grips his hair and forces his face between your legs, sitting you on his face, he quickly grows content with cleaning the mess they made on your slick flesh. it doesn’t stop him from desperately thrusting into rhodes when they straddle him (they weren’t cruel enough to just leave him like that!), but they didn’t mind — he wasn’t any match for them, and getting to watch the adorable faces you make from feeling abe’s tongue in you is so worth it. <3

[getcozylove]

note: a yandere butcher has been on my mind but idk if i executed it properly though but anyways enjoyy

summery: you recently got hired at a meat shop seems harmless right?

cw: dead bodies, violence, cannibalism, you get threatened, blood, knives and implied murder just dark stuff in general so if you can't handle those stuff pls don't read <3

You recently got hired from a meat shop, and the owner was nice enough to give it to you without any background checks or anything. Maybe a bit concerning, but the paycheck shuts your mouth immediately, that much money for such a little amount of work was almost non-existent anywhere. Sure, the job can be a bit gross and gory at times, but who are you to complain? After all, everything was going smoothly until one of your colleagues told you to get them some meat from the basement. You picked up a bag and headed up the stairs before missing a step and dropping it all on the floor. You picked up the contents, but with further inspection, you noticed something... A HUMAN HAND!? You took a step back and started gagging, taking in the realization that all the meat you’ve seen sold has been human all along. “W-what the fuck is this place?” Your whole body was shaking, and your stomach was churning in all the wrong ways. The urge to puke was unbearable. Then the door clicked, and footsteps followed. Your blood ran cold. "Hey, what took you so long—?” The guy pauses, analyzing the situation before speaking. “Found out, huh?” he rummaged through the bag before pulling something out. A head. He hands it to you almost like he's handing you a present; you jerk back in response. “Y-your insane!” You look at the head, taking a closer look before recognizing it immediately. “Remember him?” The guy smiles almost taunting you. “That pig always had his grimy hands on you, now he's dealt with like one.” He grabbed other bags before dropping them as well, exposing more bodies. “All of them did,” you backed away even more, being hysterical and not being able to process this information. They were all friends or past partners, some were even family. “You made our customers eat them!?” he says almost instinctively, “those dirty pigs deserved to be eaten by those pathetic beings we call customers.” He walks up forward you, almost cornering you before whispering in your ear, “They seemed to like it too, no? We are the best meat shop in town after all.” You felt conflicted, he wasn’t lying. Customers complimented the meat all the time, and it was definitely the best in town, but that just made everything feel even worse. Your eyes just started to burn in tears. You didn’t know what to do... What were you supposed to do? Now you were just sobbing with this cannibal murder comforting you, it was gross. His blooded gloves holding you close, making your clothes damp, the potent smell of meat and sweat, his whispers of affirmations. All of it was disgusting because you could feel the blade pressed against your back.

[astrotoilet]

This gives me Yandere vibes, i honestly have no idea why.